Jin Zhengxi's clothes had all ended up on the ground, naturally thanks to Ye Chuan using his spatial backpack. After all, if this guy was going to wear so much protective gear into the ring, Ye Chuan felt it was only right to give him a little "gift."
Confiscating clothes was a trick Ye Chuan had first tried on Luo Xi, so pulling it off now felt almost second nature.
Seeing his opponent collapse bare-assed in front of him, Ye Chuan just shook his head and nudged the guy's cheek with the tip of his shoe. "Old Jin, how did you manage to 'drop loot' mid-fight? I’ve got zero interest in checking out your tiny equipment."
Even though Ye Chuan said that, half the audience below was already whipping out their phones to snap pictures.
College students these days were always first in line for drama, and sharing the latest gossip was practically a daily ritual.
With that, Ye Chuan shook his head again and stepped off the stage under everyone’s gaze, leaving behind a stunned crowd and Huang Haotian, who was clutching his head and howling like a madman.
"This can’t be! No way! Impossible!"
It was the desperate wail of a gambler who’d lost everything.
A betting addict left with nothing in the end.
But Huang Haotian didn’t dare confront Ye Chuan—he’d finally realized the truth. Ye Chuan wasn’t normal.
He was a monster.
......
"Fish, 400k," Ye Chuan said directly to An Shiyu. Adding his own 200k, An Shiyu promptly transferred the full amount over.
Glancing at the account she managed, An Shiyu remarked, "Want me to hold onto it for a few days? Seems like the money’s reluctant to move."
Ye Chuan rolled his eyes, already seeing through her game. "Then how about your head becomes 'reluctant' to stay on your shoulders?"
"Tch."
Once the 400k hit his account, Ye Chuan looked thoroughly satisfied. Making 200k in one go was no small feat.
"Wow…" Luo Xi watched as Ye Chuan casually pocketed tens of thousands, unsure whether to feel envious or just amazed. Lately, it felt like Ye Chuan had leveled up overnight—not just richer, but physically stronger too.
Noticing Luo Xi eyeing his balance, Ye Chuan grinned. "Want Daddy to transfer you some? Any amount’s fine."
"No way! You should really think about managing your money properly," Luo Xi chided, shaking her head. She worried about Ye Chuan’s financial habits—plenty of people made money but lost it all because they didn’t know how to handle it. There was a saying:
"If you only think about saving, you’ll never learn to earn."
That was a lie.
For most people, unless they had enough wealth to last a lifetime without a care, learning to invest and grow money was the real key.
Ye Chuan just smiled at Luo Xi’s advice.
He’d love to manage his finances, but boosting his strength required spending. Still, he’d realized something—once he had power, making money would only get easier.
"Ye Chuan, wanna help out at the barbecue stall tonight?" Luo Xi asked cheerfully. "I’ll treat you to oysters."
"Sure," Ye Chuan agreed, though his mind was already working on how to improve Luo Xi’s family situation.
If Luo’s mother recovered, her father wouldn’t have to pour money into medical bills. Even hiring a helper or two could ease their daily struggles, and Luo Xi wouldn’t need to work nights.
But Luo’s mother’s condition wasn’t something simple treatments could fix. Years of illness had drained her body, and only a proper cure would work.
Ye Chuan recalled the alchemy function’s medicine-making option. Knowing how his system worked, he’d probably need to obtain a sample of the drug before unlocking its recipe.
Whatever. He’d figure it out step by step. For now, things were looking up.
Shaking off the thought, Ye Chuan set it aside for the moment.
After grabbing a bite with Luo Xi, the two parted ways.
Before heading home, Ye Chuan picked up his usual haul—a big bag of snacks and another of clothes, all for Bai Qianshuang.
The clothes came from the auntie he often got ingredients from. Since he’d freeloaded off her before, he figured he’d return the favor. As for Lan Xiaoke, he hadn’t gotten her anything.
Not because she "dropped" fewer coins, but because Lan Xiaoke fed on spiritual energy, and her clothes were shapeshifting by default. In short, she could wear whatever she wanted.
Case in point—
The moment Ye Chuan unlocked the door, he found Lan Xiaoke standing there in a maid outfit. Spotting him, she floated over with a grin. "Hey there, youngster! You’re back~"
The black-and-white dress, frilly lace stockings, and daring cut—even exposing half of her slime-like true form—left Ye Chuan momentarily speechless. "Why are you dressed like that?"
Lan Xiaoke patted her chest, her sickly pale face beaming. "You’re feeding and housing me, so of course I gotta keep the place clean!"
"Plus, I heard boys love this look." She twirled in place.
"Are you actually cleaning?" Ye Chuan eyed the trash and stains on the floor, skepticism dripping from his voice.
"Uh… this part’s still a work in progress?" Lan Xiaoke fidgeted under his stare.
No wonder Wang Yanran said spirits were expert liars. Lan Xiaoke was no exception.
Not that Ye Chuan cared. This ghost girl had no idea she’d been "dropping coins" nonstop since moving in. Earning 100 bucks a day probably felt like a win to her.
"Whatever. I’m beat." Ye Chuan rolled his shoulders, ready to wash up and crash.
"Want me to scrub your back?" Lan Xiaoke hovered after him.
"Pass."
"I can wear a swimsuit! Any style you want~" she offered eagerly, her head popping up behind him.
"Not into big-boobed ghosts." Ye Chuan paused, remembering his messy room. "Tell you what—clean my room before I finish showering, and I’ll buy you a new skin."
"On it!" Lan Xiaoke phased through the wall before he could blink, leaving Ye Chuan twitching at the speed.
He checked on Bai Qianshuang, still deep in meditation, absorbing spiritual energy.
Guess she’d been starving for too long—no movement all day.
Shaking his head, Ye Chuan glanced at his balance. Maybe tonight was the night to attempt breaking through to Foundation Establishment.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
