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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
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.”
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?!
