"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: "…"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
