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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
