Silver Mountain Academy.
"Chuan Chuan, did you know? I heard Huang Haotian hasn’t come to school these past two days." Walking along the campus path, Luo Xi suddenly remembered this. Ever since the Taekwondo Club competition, those guys had gone missing.
"Didn’t come? Whatever." Ye Chuan wasn’t particularly interested. After all, Huang Haotian was nothing more than a—
Paramecium.
Yeah, that’s about right.
"Ah, Little Fish!" At that moment, Luo Xi spotted An Shiyu not far away and greeted her cheerfully. "Good morning, Fishy!"
"Yo." An Shiyu, wearing purple cat-ear headphones, lazily acknowledged Ye Chuan and Luo Xi. "The lovebirds are as clingy as ever today."
"We’re not! He’s my son." Luo Xi giggled.
"Bull." Ye Chuan retorted.
"He is!" Luo Xi kicked Ye Chuan’s butt, only to have him kick her back a second later.
"Ugh, my skirt’s dirty now!"
Watching the two bicker, An Shiyu twitched her lips. What a nauseating couple.
As if struck by a thought, she lifted her leg and gave Ye Chuan a light kick. "Hey, Ye Chuan, got something to tell you."
"What?"
"The Taekwondo Club thing’s gone viral." An Shiyu said flatly. "The short video got crazy views, so… you’ll probably have a lot of trouble coming your way soon."
"Trouble?" Ye Chuan thought about it. Who’d come after him for beating the Taekwondo Club? "Who posted it?"
"Me." An Shiyu deadpanned. "Money’s money, right?"
"So you’re the one who brought me trouble?!" Ye Chuan glared.
"Want a cut?"
"Now we’re talking. How much?" The prospect of money instantly brightened Ye Chuan’s mood.
"Ten bucks."
Ye Chuan: "…"
Suppressing the urge to punch An Shiyu, he asked, "So, what’s this trouble you mentioned?"
"The Taekwondo Club’s former president, Jin Zhengxi, is coming back to challenge you." An Shiyu said coolly. "Heard he’s some inheritor of ancient Taekwondo or whatever. You ruined the club’s reputation—no way he’ll let that slide."
"His name sounds so… kimchi."
"He is Korean. Handle it yourself."
"No problem! Chuan Chuan can take him down with one punch!" Luo Xi pumped her fist enthusiastically. "Super strong!"
"Weren’t you the one who didn’t trust me before?" Ye Chuan smirked, amused. Last time, she’d been terrified during the match, but now she wasn’t scared at all.
"You took down the entire Taekwondo Club by yourself. Of course I’m not scared now." Luo Xi said.
After a pause, she added in a whisper,
"Even if you lose, getting beat up by one guy isn’t so bad."
Ye Chuan: "…"
The morning classes were uneventful. After grinding through a few lectures, it was finally lunch break.
"Chuan Chuan, I’m heading to the broadcasting room. See you later!" As a member of the Broadcasting Club, Luo Xi occasionally had to play music or read submitted letters over the school speakers. Her voice was pleasant, and she’d gained a bit of popularity in the school.
"Mm."
Ye Chuan glanced at An Shiyu beside him. "Wanna grab lunch together?"
"Nah. What if people think we’re a couple?" An Shiyu sounded disgusted.
"…" You’d be lucky to be seen with someone as handsome as me!
Ye Chuan headed to the cafeteria alone.
Silver Mountain Academy had plenty of dining halls. He picked the one closest to the classroom and soon arrived at the rice noodle stall. "Auntie, double the beef brisket, and all the toppings."
Carrying a massive bowl piled high with ingredients, Ye Chuan found an empty seat and sat down, satisfied.
Being rich was great.
No need to save a single piece of brisket like treasure for the last bite.
As he wolfed down his food, a figure suddenly slid into the seat across from him, their voice tinged with excitement. "Ah, Senior—"
Ye Chuan looked up from his beef, recognized the face, and twitched his lips. "…"
It was Wang Yanran. Dressed in Silver Mountain Academy’s uniform, she looked surprised. "You eat here too?"
"I’m broke." Ye Chuan cut straight to the point.
He’d spent most of the million he’d gotten and had no intention of paying it back. Something about this girl felt… suspicious.
Wang Yanran blinked, then realized.
Last time, she hadn’t given him enough!
"I still have over 800,000 left. I’ll give it all to you first." She said quickly. "I’ll transfer the rest as soon as possible."
Ye Chuan paused, sensing something off.
What’s going on?
Why is she giving me money?
She’s not here to collect?
"Spit it out. What do you want? This ‘coincidence’ isn’t fooling anyone." Ye Chuan said coolly. He wasn’t an idiot—no way they’d just randomly run into each other in the cafeteria.
"Um… actually, it’s my grandfather’s idea. The Wang Family… hopes to establish a good relationship with you." Wang Yanran admitted honestly. There was no point hiding it—her intentions were obvious anyway.
Better to be upfront.
"I don’t know much about your ‘super warrior’ stuff." Ye Chuan said.
Wang Yanran’s eyes lit up with realization.
Just as Grandfather said!
Rumors said ancient clans and sects followed different cultivation systems from secular families, so they wouldn’t know about super warriors!
This senior before her was definitely a young powerhouse from one of those ancient lineages!
"Huh?" Ye Chuan felt a little weirded out. Why did her gaze grow even more intense after his reply?
"Super warriors are essentially martial artists with supernatural abilities—like controlling fire, lightning, ice…" Wang Yanran explained. "Our Wang Family specializes in manipulating spirits."
Ye Chuan frowned. Sounded a lot like cultivation.
Weren’t these just elemental spiritual roots?
"So you think I’m strong and want to cozy up to my ‘family,’ is that it?" Ye Chuan asked.
Wang Yanran shook her head. "No. The Wang Family simply wishes to be on good terms with you."
She knew full well that Ye Chuan’s background was beyond their reach. If anything, forming a connection with a young prodigy like him was already a rare opportunity.
Angel investor?
Ye Chuan seemed to grasp the situation.
Wait… isn’t this just a giant money tree?
"Easy, easy." Ye Chuan suddenly grinned. "So… Wang Swallow, was it? Sit, let’s talk."
"Senior, it’s Wang Yanran."
"Eh, close enough."
Wang Yanran: "?"
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."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
