"Just focus on driving."
"Leave the rest to me."
As twilight deepened, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly along the city's main artery.
Wang Yanran wore a well-tailored black business suit, her long hair neatly pinned up in a bun, revealing a slender, pale neck.
After giving instructions to the driver, she sat up straight in the back seat, continuing her phone call through her earpiece. An ultra-thin tablet rested on her lap, her fingertips hovering lightly over the screen. Her expression was focused and professional—
"Yanran, the healing potions for Super Martial Artists produced by our Qiao Pharmaceuticals have been jointly sanctioned by several countries! They claim our potions contain banned substances."
"Right now, multiple sales channels have been completely cut off. Many domestic media outlets are also jumping on the bandwagon and reporting on it. The situation isn't looking good."
"I understand." Wang Yanran's voice remained calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"What exactly are the so-called 'banned substances' they mentioned? Have they provided an official testing report?"
"There is absolutely no authoritative testing report to back it up! They are deliberately targeting us!"
Qiao Xin's voice was filled with indignation.
"I wanted to ask President Ye how we should handle this. Should we publicly refute them, pull some strings, or... lower our prices to salvage the market?"
Wang Yanran fell silent for two seconds before saying with a firm tone,
"We can't make the call on this matter. We have to consult Ye Chuan."
"Qiao Xin, stabilize things inside the company first. Tell the PR department not to respond to any media inquiries for the time being to avoid saying the wrong thing and escalating the situation."
"Suspend the wrap-up work for the overseas channels. Once I report to Ye Chuan, I'll give you clear instructions."
"But... alright... I understand," Qiao Xin said.
Wang Yanran's tone left no room for doubt. "Just do as I say. I'll contact Ye Chuan right now."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone, Wang Yanran didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately dialed Ye Chuan's number.
At this time, Ye Chuan was just leaving the movie theater with Lan Xiaoke and Bai Qianshuang.
When his phone rang, he saw the caller ID showed Wang Yanran and casually picked it up:
"Hello?"
"Ye Chuan, are you busy? There's something I need to tell you," Wang Yanran said.
"Qiao Xin just called me. She said our healing potions for Super Martial Artists have been jointly sanctioned by several countries under the pretext of containing banned substances. The domestic market is also experiencing some turbulence. She's asking how we should handle it."
"Oh? Sanctioned?"
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat nonchalant.
Wang Yanran quickly added, "Qiao Xin said the other party hasn't provided an authoritative testing report. It seems they are deliberately targeting us."
"Currently, the company's opinions are to either publicly refute it, pull some strings, or lower prices to salvage the market. I've already told her to stabilize the situation first and wait for your instructions."
"Refute? Pull strings? Lower prices?" Ye Chuan chuckled, his tone indifferent.
"There's no need to go through all that trouble."
Wang Yanran was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "So..."
"Since they want to sanction us, we simply won't sell to them," Ye Chuan said.
"There isn't a second company on the entire market that can produce this kind of medicine. The Super Martial Artist squads of those countries can't maintain their combat power without our potions. Sanctioning us now is nothing more than an attempt to force our prices down or extort a hefty fine from us."
"Tell Qiao Xin to notify all overseas branches to immediately halt all potion sales and recall all unsold goods."
"The domestic market will operate as usual. Ignore those bandwagon reports," Ye Chuan said.
"Let them impose their sanctions. We'll see who panics first in the end."
Wang Yanran paused for a second before snapping back to reality. "Alright, I'll notify Qiao Xin to execute this immediately."
After he hung up the phone, Bai Qianshuang, who was beside him, asked, "What happened, Ye Chuan?"
"Nothing much, just a minor issue at the company." Ye Chuan gave a brief explanation.
Bai Qianshuang didn't quite understand. "I see..."
She didn't know much about business operations. Would doing this benefit those places imposing the sanctions?
"They simply think I value those markets highly. If we want to continue selling, we'd have to pay fines or something like that—it's probably something along those lines. They just want to squeeze a huge profit out of our pharmaceutical company," Ye Chuan said.
"Or perhaps, the medicine I sell is affecting the business of their domestic pharmaceutical companies. Whichever it is, it doesn't matter to me."
For Ye Chuan, refining pills every day was already troublesome enough. If they couldn't expand into the overseas market, he'd rather just drop it. He was already making more than enough money anyway, so there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
"Ye Chuan is so rich now," Lan Xiaoke blinked her eyes from the side.
"Can my allowance be increased a little bit?"
"Your allowance is already plenty," Ye Chuan said.
"Wuwuwu, but I have no money. The game recently released some pretty new outfits... I've already used up all the music box tokens I pulled." Lan Xiaoke looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"Tell you what, I'll give it to you once you break through."
"Break through again! If I keep breaking through like this, I'm going to become an Immortal Emperor!"
"Oh? That's great. Once you become an Immortal Emperor, won't this whole world be yours?"
"Hmph... I've clearly made you happy so many times."
"Didn't you get off plenty of times too?"
"..." Lan Xiaoke pitifully tugged at Bai Qianshuang's arm. "Qianshuang, Ye Chuan is bullying me."
Bai Qianshuang had no intention of spoiling Lan Xiaoke either. She simply said, "Xiaoke, you really have been slacking off on your cultivation lately."
Bai Qianshuang immediately adopted the demeanor of an Eldest Senior Sister, lecturing Lan Xiaoke that she couldn't be so lazy with her training.
Bai Qianshuang realized that Lan Xiaoke seemed much more suited for a cultivation method based on the harmony of Yin and Yang, rather than the Jade Void Art.
"Hmm..." The Jade Void Sect did have a similar cultivation method, but its whereabouts were currently a bit unknown.
Bai Qianshuang thought about it and decided to ask the Sword Spirit when she returned to the Profound Sky Continent.
"Ye Chuan." Just then, Bai Qianshuang suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm?"
"The Sword Spirit is very curious about this world. Can we bring her out?" Bai Qianshuang asked.
The Sword Spirit?
Ye Chuan remembered that Sword Spirit who looked exactly like Bai Qianshuang. It seemed that in order to cover for Bai Qianshuang, she had been moving around outside using Bai Qianshuang's appearance to draw the pursuit of the Qingyun Sect disciples.
But Ye Chuan was out of Tenant Cards.
"I can have her return to the sword," Bai Qianshuang said. After all, she was the spirit of her own weapon. Theoretically, she should be able to bring her out, right?
"Like that?" Ye Chuan pondered for a moment. That did seem to make sense.
If it was possible, they could certainly give it a try.
"Give it a try, though I can't guarantee if it will work or not," Ye Chuan said.
Bai Qianshuang nodded.
After the three of them returned home, they casually dragged Luo Xi into playing a few rounds of games before it was just about time to rest.
The night passed in a blur of passion.
...
The next day, Ye Chuan logged into the continent of Aether early in the morning.
"Time to work, let's keep pushing through the quests." Ye Chuan looked at the character on his phone, as he still remembered the matter concerning the Prince of Equal Rank.

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."

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?"