Entangled by Ye Yue's tentacles, Ye Chuan could only resign himself to being held like this. After all, Luo Xi, Little Ke, and Qian Shuang hugged him plenty; one more didn't make a difference.
Although he didn't quite understand what was so attractive about his current appearance, it seemed to trigger an overflow of maternal instincts in everyone, making them eager to hold him tight.
Ye Yue was no exception. Although her arms had split into tree-root-like tentacles wrapping around him, in Lan Little Ke's eyes, they were still just a pair of hands.
This was the power of cognitive alteration.
It could only be said that everyone in this house had their own special talents; otherwise, how could they have been approved by the System to live here and pay rent?
"Hehehe~" Ye Yue's coquettish laughter rang in his ears. In Ye Chuan's eyes, Ye Yue had completely transformed into a monster. Her hair danced wildly in the air as she stared at him with crimson eyes.
"Call me Big Sister~"
"Big Sister," Ye Chuan said expressionlessly.
"Ah!!!!!" Ye Yue suddenly screamed, as if something had pierced through her psychological defenses. She hugged Ye Chuan's body even tighter. "So cute!"
Ye Chuan: "..."
My bones are going to break, you know.
*Crack, crack.* Ye Chuan could actually hear the sound of his bones being crushed. However, he simply cast a healing spell on himself and let Ye Yue do as she pleased.
About half an hour later, Ye Yue finally reverted to her original appearance. She knelt on the ground shyly, her head lowered. "Brother, I didn't mean to~"
"It's just that sometimes... I feel like I can't quite control my actions." Ye Yue wasn't sure what was wrong with her either. Seeing her brother turn into such a cute creature made her want to hold him in her arms and spoil him rotten.
"It's fine, as long as you're in a better mood." Ye Chuan didn't mind these things. As he spoke, he didn't forget to snap his dislocated arm back into place with a click.
*Yeah, this girl's strength is a bit too much.*
At that moment, a sound came from the entryway. Ye Chuan glanced over and saw that Wang Yanran had returned. Upon seeing the shrunken version of Ye Chuan, Wang Yanran froze for a few seconds, even though she had been prepared beforehand.
"Ye Chuan, you've become so small." Wang Yanran looked down at the little Ye Chuan before her and couldn't help but say, "It's kind of cute."
Ye Chuan was already immune to the word "cute."
Glancing at the spot next to him, Ye Chuan sat directly on the sofa and patted the seat. "Come sit here."
After sitting down, Wang Yanran couldn't resist cupping Ye Chuan's face in her hands. "Wow~"
Realizing her behavior was a bit inappropriate, she hurriedly pulled her hands back. "Sorry, Ye Chuan, I didn't mean to."
"..." Ye Chuan crossed his arms but asked anyway, "How were the Spirit Stone sales today?"
Wang Yanran smiled and said, "The Spirit Stones are selling extremely well. No matter how many I put out, the people in the Super Martial World can absorb them all. Not only that, but foreign Super Martial Artists have also received the news and plan to buy them at high prices."
After speaking, Wang Yanran took out her phone and opened several messages to read out to Ye Chuan.
"Yanran, are you there? Do you still have that stuff? Let me have a hit, just one hit! I'll pay any price!"
"Miss Wang, can I still buy that potent stuff? Hiss~ I really want to take a puff."
"Miss Wang, I beg you. I've already sold quite a few houses. When will you sell to me again? I just need one more hit!"
"..."
Listening to these messages, Ye Chuan was suddenly rendered speechless.
Beside them, Lan Little Ke poked her head out. "Woah? What the heck? Ye Chuan, are you dealing illicit goods?"
"They make it sound like they're on drugs. These are Spirit Stones; they improve cultivation bases." Ye Chuan rolled his eyes. It wasn't like that fellow Lan Little Ke hadn't used Spirit Stones before.
However, this reaction was indeed a bit exaggerated, though normal. After all, no one could resist the temptation of becoming stronger. With the aid of Spirit Stones, absorption was countless times faster than cultivating in this real world, which lacked spiritual energy.
It is hard to go from luxury to frugality.
"In that case, go ahead and sell them freely. You can sell to foreign factions too; it doesn't matter," Ye Chuan said.
"Is that okay?" Wang Yanran asked.
"No problem at all. Getting money in hand is what matters most," Ye Chuan said with a smile. "Besides, there are rifts all over the world now. Who wouldn't want to have some strength in their hands?"
Furthermore, these Super Martial Artists who relied solely on Spirit Stones would never catch up to his level in their entire lives.
Just raising one's cultivation to the Golden Core realm would require an astronomical number of Spirit Stones. Relying entirely on 'pay-to-win' wasn't very realistic.
"Alright." Wang Yanran nodded. Since Ye Chuan had said so, she would naturally sell the Spirit Stones boldly.
"Of course, if the local market can absorb all these Spirit Stones, that's fine too." As Ye Chuan spoke, he took out another bag of Spirit Stones and gave it to Wang Yanran.
The rest was up to Yanran to sell for a good profit.
"By the way, Ye Chuan, Qiao Xin asked me to ask you: the raw medicine is being used up very quickly. When can you restock?" Wang Yanran hadn't forgotten about the pharmaceutical company, as Qiao Xin was managing that side of things.
"Restock, huh?" Ye Chuan glanced at the inventory in his backpack. He hadn't been refining many pills lately, so he said, "I'll prepare a batch. You can take it to President Qiao when it's ready."
"Okay."
After briefly discussing work matters, Wang Yanran continued to stare intently at Ye Chuan, as if sizing something up.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ye Chuan, you've become smaller. Have your bodily functions changed too?" Wang Yanran asked curiously.
"Probably, but the size hasn't changed," Ye Chuan said.
"Size?"
"Never mind."
"If we could master this technology, would it mean we could reverse aging?" Wang Yanran asked.
"..."
If one were a cultivator, there wouldn't be much need to worry about lifespan. After all, even the most ordinary Golden Core cultivator had a lifespan of over a thousand years.
"Are you suggesting we make a business out of this?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yes."
"I haven't mastered this power yet. We can consider it in the future," Ye Chuan said. Besides, he didn't have any pills for that; otherwise, he could have sold those too.
But now that he was essentially a kingpin selling Spirit Stones, steady progress with the pharmaceutical company was enough.
"Okay."
"I'll go back to my room then." Wang Yanran stood up with a smile and subconsciously patted Ye Chuan's head.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Forget it, it's fine."
After Wang Yanran went back to her room to rest, Lan Little Ke suddenly leaned in and wrapped her arms around Ye Chuan's neck. "Ye Chuan, you're making so much money, can I have a raise in my allowance?"
After speaking, she rubbed her cute, baby-fat cheeks against Ye Chuan's face. "Little Ye Chuan~"
"Break through to the Nascent Soul realm."
"Eh? That'll take forever."
"So, whenever you break through is when you get your allowance." Ye Chuan pushed Lan Little Ke's face away.
"Wuwu~"
Seeing this, Ye Yue, who was not far away, also came over, wanting a hug.
Being pulled back and forth in their embraces, Ye Chuan: "..."
*When will I be able to change back?*
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
