Ye Chuan really had no choice when it came to his ex-girlfriends. Back then, he was dirt poor—so poor that he frequently mooched off the merchants in the neighborhood and even borrowed money from Luo Xi.
To make ends meet, Ye Chuan had tried every method imaginable.
He even cross-dressed to please a top-tier patron on a livestream, only for his voice changer to malfunction at the worst moment, ruining his chance to earn some cash.
["I'm a beauty streamer. I'll only show my face after reaching 1,000 subscribers."]
What was supposed to be a sweet, feminine voice turned into his natural male tone, causing the patron to lose it and rally a dozen people to mass-report his debut stream.
Just thinking about that experience made Ye Chuan sigh.
Poverty—he was truly terrified of it.
So terrified that he was willing to trade his dignity for money, planning to buy it back later once he had cash. But clearly, he wasn’t some internet sensation. Even his attempts at viral short videos flopped miserably.
Ye Chuan even considered selling his house. But who would want to buy a rundown place in this remote urban village? Even if he did sell it, the price would be pitiful.
And if he really sold it, he’d have nowhere to stay in the city.
Could he really become Luo Xi’s live-in son-in-law?
Well, it wasn’t impossible, but Ye Chuan didn’t want to resort to that. Who knew what the future held?
What if Luo Xi ended up looking down on him?
As for his ex-girlfriends, it was always them who confessed first. Ye Chuan only agreed so he could freeload meals. Still, he did his part—helping with homework, buying breakfast, and running errands.
He provided emotional support and manual labor in exchange for food.
Fair and square, completely wholesome and harmless.
Of course, things never went further than holding hands. If things escalated, Ye Chuan would pull the "We’re young, our priority is dedicating our youth to the motherland" card.
He knew he wasn’t entirely blameless in these situations, but he never denied his actions. At least most of his exes gave him decent reviews.
["Ye Chuan is the perfect guy to fake-date."]
"You’re different," Ye Chuan said earnestly, meeting Luo Xi’s skeptical gaze. "We’ve known each other for years. Would I lie to you?"
Luo Xi muttered, "Chuan Chuan, haven’t you lied to me plenty?"
"Your father never lies."
"Shut up!" Luo Xi smacked his arm playfully.
Just as Ye Chuan and Luo Xi were fooling around, Luo's father suddenly received a call.
Seeing an unknown number, he almost hung up, but noticing it was a local caller, he answered. "Who is this?"
"Are you a family member of Ms. Luo?"
Hearing the woman’s voice, Luo's father frowned but replied, "What do you want?"
He had few relatives or friends—his world revolved around Luo's mother and a handful of others. Since his contacts were all saved, his tone instinctively turned wary, assuming it was a scam call.
"Hello, has Ms. Luo recently sought treatment at the hospital?"
"..."
"My name is Qiao Xin, CEO of Tianhai Group. My grandfather suffers from the same condition as Ms. Luo. The doctor mentioned you have a family remedy… Ms. Luo’s condition has improved, so I was wondering if we could discuss this. I’m willing to pay for it."
After listening, Luo's father understood the request.
The medicine was indeed remarkable, but it seemed the doctor had leaked the information. Then again, nothing stayed confidential in this world.
Money made information easy to obtain.
Luo's father frowned. Tianhai Group was a massive local corporation. If this woman was telling the truth, he—a middle-aged man running a barbecue stall—stood no chance against her.
Surviving each day was already a struggle. Antagonizing someone like her would only bring trouble, possibly even daily inspections of his stall.
"That remedy belongs to my neighbor. I’ll have to ask them first," Luo's father said, not wanting to provoke her.
"Of course. Could I get their contact? I’ll pay you 100,000 just for the introduction."
Hearing that even a referral was worth six figures, Luo's father took a deep breath. "No need. I’ll contact you later."
"Oh… alright."
After hanging up, Luo's father’s expression darkened. He regretted ever mentioning the remedy to the doctor.
Being entangled with someone like this was unpredictable. Worse, Ye Chuan seemed dragged into it too.
If the medicine worked, fine. But if it harmed the CEO’s grandfather, the backlash would be endless—lawsuits, retaliation, the works.
The thought alone gave him a headache.
"Dad, who was that?" Luo Xi and the others noticed his troubled expression and pressed for answers.
Luo's father glanced at Luo's mother, then at Ye Chuan.
"Ye Chuan, this is about…"
He explained the situation without holding back.
"So, a corporate CEO found out and wants to try your family’s medicine?" Ye Chuan clarified.
Luo's father nodded.
"No problem. Let them try," Ye Chuan said, stroking his chin. He had full confidence in the remedy.
It replenished vitality better than ginseng.
Still, Luo's father’s concerns weren’t unfounded. Ye Chuan hadn’t planned to sell the medicine, but now that they were being targeted either way, why not go all in?
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, what could a big corporation really do to him?
Worst case, he’d send Lan Xiaoke to give them a taste of 3D horror.
But that was only if the medicine backfired or killed someone—scenarios Ye Chuan considered nearly impossible.
The system might overcharge, but it delivered quality goods.
"Don’t worry, Uncle. Just clarify that you don’t guarantee the effects, and there won’t be issues," Ye Chuan reassured.
"But what if something goes wrong…"
"We won’t charge them upfront," Ye Chuan said casually. "This isn’t a one-dose cure. If they want more, then we’ll set a price."
First dose free, payment only if it works.
Fair and logical.
Luo's father nodded, relieved. They weren’t technically selling medicine—just gifting it.
"Young people really think ahead," Luo's father praised. "Should I call her back?"
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."
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.”
