"Bai Qianshuang should socialize a bit. Staying cooped up at home all day might make her grow weary eventually, right?"
Just as Ye Chuan was thinking this in his room, his phone suddenly vibrated beside him.
[You have reached the late stage of Qi Refinement]
[Status: Auto-cultivating. 5 days remaining until Qi Refinement Perfection (efficiency affected by cultivation techniques, spiritual roots, physique, etc.)]
Ye Chuan was surprised. It seemed that absorbing Bai Qianshuang's spiritual energy earlier had accelerated his cultivation speed.
If only he could absorb a few more whiffs—it smelled heavenly too.
But then again, Bai Qianshuang might end up completely drained.
Ye Chuan took a moment to feel the power coursing through his body. He had only obtained this app a few days ago, and he was already close to Foundation Establishment.
This felt amazing.
He was practically idling his way to immortality.
Lazily sprawled on his bed, Ye Chuan reveled in his newfound wealth and strength, hoping this blissful life would last forever.
Just as he was about to rest, he noticed a new friend request on his messaging app. The profile picture was of a girl, and the message read:
[Senior, this is Wang Yanran.]
Wang Yanran?
Ye Chuan’s eyes narrowed as recognition dawned. Wasn’t she the girl who had captured Lan Xiaoke?
The one with that electric torture technique that made Lan Xiaoke howl in agony?
And the same rich woman who had handed him a million bucks.
"Don’t tell me she regrets it and wants her money back?" Ye Chuan muttered, suspicion creeping in.
A deal was a deal—payment had been made, goods delivered. Was she really coming back for after-sales service?
Too bad. The money was already in his pocket. Even if she were some big shot, it wouldn’t matter.
[Reject]
…
Without hesitation, Ye Chuan tapped the reject button. He had no interest in getting entangled with aristocratic families. Right now, quietly growing stronger was his best bet. With time on his side and his power steadily rising, there was no need to rush.
Time to sleep.
Ye Chuan closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, in a high-end apartment downtown…
Wang Yanran had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. Before even dressing, she eagerly grabbed her phone to check her friend request status. Seeing Ye Chuan’s outright rejection, she blinked in surprise.
She wasn’t entirely shocked.
After all, a senior of his caliber ignoring her was to be expected.
But her grandfather had insisted she try to establish a connection. Wang Yanran pondered—if her memory served, that senior was a student at Silver Mountain Academy. Which grade or class, she wasn’t sure.
Silver Mountain Academy was massive, with over ten thousand students. But with her resources, tracking him down wouldn’t be difficult.
Still, barging in unannounced might be too forward.
After a moment’s thought, Wang Yanran picked up her phone and dialed.
"Hello, Uncle An? I want to transfer schools. See if you can get me into Silver Mountain Academy."
…
The night passed uneventfully.
When Ye Chuan woke up, he did his usual routine—checking his bank balance. Satisfied to see another 5,000 deposited, he switched apps and opened his text-based adventure game.
[Adventure Sweep Unlocked. Spend 100,000 to unlock?]
A pop-up window made him pause.
Adventure Sweep?
Did this mean he could get rewards without actually adventuring?
Meh. A hundred grand? He wasn’t exactly strapped for time. The feature seemed like a rip-off.
[+50% chance of obtaining treasures, -50% chance of death.]
Ye Chuan’s gaze lingered on the death probability. His usual adventure survival rate was 0%—he never made it past the first day.
Wait.
What?
Okay, he was tempted. But shelling out 100,000 for a sweep function still stung.
Quick math—that was about 20 days’ worth of rent income.
Three weeks’ earnings? Suddenly, it didn’t seem so expensive.
[Limited-Time Offer:
Countdown: 23 hours 59 minutes]
Screw it—he’d splurge!
The moment the sweep unlocked, Ye Chuan activated it.
[You initiated Adventure Sweep—]
[You died. Retrievable items: 5]
Five?!
Ye Chuan’s eyes lit up. He eagerly checked his inventory: three pills, a spirit stone, and… lingerie?
[Item: Silk Underwear
Origin unknown. Exquisite craftsmanship.]
Pills, spirit stones, and underwear?
What exactly had his sweep avatar been up to? Stealing from someone’s wardrobe before getting killed?
Ye Chuan’s lips twitched. Shaking off the absurdity, he prepared to sweep again.
[Sweep attempts exhausted. Spend 1,000,000 for an additional sweep?]
Ye Chuan: "…"
After triple-checking the number of zeros, he concluded this app was downright predatory.
No way.
He switched back to manual adventuring.
[You have died. Resurrection in: 9 hours 59 minutes (Higher cultivation extends respawn time.)]
Huh?
Now death came with a cooldown?
Right—he was in the late stage of Qi Refinement. Higher realms meant longer waits.
What about after Foundation Establishment?
"Feels like the early perks were just bait to lure me into this cash-grab," Ye Chuan mused, stroking his chin. Then again, the power was real. His life had undeniably improved.
Money was just a worldly possession. If the app wanted some, so be it.
Whatever.
Ye Chuan set his phone aside and headed to wash up. As he stepped out of his room, a delicate fragrance wafted through the air.
Curious, he followed the scent to the kitchen—where a girl in a sleep dress stood, an apron tied over her slender frame. Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her hips, and her pale, smooth legs gleamed under the light.
"Qianshuang?" Ye Chuan stared in surprise.
Since when did she cook?
"You’re awake?" Bai Qianshuang turned, her voice soft. "I learned from videos. Wanted to try making something for you."
Last night, she’d stumbled upon cooking tutorials and decided to give it a shot.
"You know how to use the stove?" Ye Chuan asked.
Bai Qianshuang shook her head. She raised her palm, conjuring azure flames. "I used this."
No need for gas—her spiritual energy fueled the cooking fire.
"I see…" Ye Chuan eyed the dishes: stir-fried pork with greens. Unconventional for breakfast, but the presentation was impeccable. "Looks delicious."
Bai Qianshuang’s eyes sparkled at the praise, a happy little strand of hair bouncing atop her head.
Ye Chuan picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the pork.
Sweet!
Incredibly sweet!
Way too sweet—
"Uh… Qianshuang," he ventured carefully, "did you mix up the salt and sugar?"
Bai Qianshuang nodded. "Yes. Salt is the transparent crystals."
"And sugar?"
"The colorful ones."
Ye Chuan: "…"
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
