Ye Wuchen was the God of Wealth, highly sensitive to the aura of treasures.
To some extent, his intuition for opportunities shared similarities with Xie Buruo’s life instinct—both were innate divine gifts!
However, Xie Buruo’s life instinct was a passive skill, requiring specific conditions to trigger.
Ye Wuchen’s, on the other hand, was more like an active skill. A sniff of his nose, a twist of his lips, followed by an outstretched hand, and the opportunity would fall right into his grasp!
So, the moment Xie Buruo appeared, Ye Wuchen’s heart stirred.
Why? Because the aura radiating from this guy was simply too enticing!
It was the scent of unimaginable wealth, of treasures so abundant it was downright outrageous!
Just how rich was Xie Buruo?
To put it simply, Ye Wuchen had only encountered such an aura twice in his life. The first time was when he was bound by the chat group. Unfortunately, that aura had been too elusive—he could smell it but couldn’t pinpoint its source, leaving him no choice but to satisfy his cravings through the Multiverse Store.
The second time was Xie Buruo. The scent was so overpowering it couldn’t be hidden, flooding his nostrils without him even needing to activate his skill, making Ye Wuchen itch with desire.
If not for the fact that Brother Yi was busy and the Heavenly Dao Key hadn’t been found yet, he would’ve already called Brother Yi over to shake this guy down for all he was worth!
Of course, now it seemed unavoidable.
Originally, he’d planned to wait until he found traces of the Heavenly Dao Key before summoning Brother Yi, but who’d have thought this guy had already crossed paths with Brother Yi—and even dared to insult him?
Seriously, this guy had guts!
“May I ask your name?” Xie Buruo rubbed his hands together, grinning obsequiously.
“Ye Wuchen!” Ye Wuchen waved his hand dismissively. “No need for pleasantries. I have a strong stomach—I can swallow sugarcoated words just as easily as cannonballs. No need for anything high-end or rare; just give me common goods. What do you say, Brother Xie?”
He stared at Xie Buruo with a knowing smirk.
Brother Yi was tied up with other matters and wouldn’t be able to come anytime soon, so this was his golden opportunity to squeeze Xie Buruo dry!
The Purple Star Immortal Court was strapped for cash, after all. Despite his best efforts as the head of the Treasury Department to increase revenue, the Void Domain had been picked clean over countless eras, leaving barely any resources to exploit.
In ten years of searching, he’d only managed to find two energy mines formed from collapsed singularities—small mines at that, barely a thousand years old. By all rights, they shouldn’t have been tapped yet, as they still had the potential to grow into medium or even large-scale deposits.
But the Purple Star Immortal Court was desperate. With a heavy heart, he’d halted their growth and deployed the Four Symbols Heavenly Army to haul both mines back for development.
The Treasury Department had done its best, but compared to the needs of the Purple Star Immortal Realm’s development, it was far from enough. They still relied on Brother Yi to keep them afloat.
But...
Brother Yi wasn’t exactly rolling in wealth either. At first, he’d handed out funds without hesitation, but after too many requests, he’d started shutting his doors, pretending to be in seclusion for months before reluctantly approving the funds...
So, for the sake of the Purple Star Immortal Realm’s prosperity, for the welfare of its people, and to stop the treasury from bleeding dry, Xie Buruo—this walking goldmine—was a meal Ye Wuchen refused to pass up. Even Brother Yi wouldn’t be able to stop him!
If Xie Buruo could satisfy his appetite, Ye Wuchen might even intervene to stop Brother Yi from resorting to force.
Whether he’d succeed or not... well, at least he’d try!
“Hahaha, you’re a straightforward one, young friend!”
Xie Buruo sensed Ye Wuchen’s confidence and immediately started rummaging through his pockets.
Of course, the bigger reason was that his life instinct for seeking fortune and avoiding disaster had given him another slap—telling him that satisfying this man would not only bring blessings but also help him evade a calamity!
Why hesitate?
He’d always trusted his instincts.
So, without knowing just how big Ye Wuchen’s appetite was, he kept pulling out treasures, one after another, until the other man told him to stop.
“What counts as common goods?”
“How about this immortal crystal vein, young friend? High purity, practically brand new, a rare find with reserves of at least 30 billion standard units of immortal crystals!”
“Not bad, but Brother Xie, I think you can aim a little higher.”
“Hahaha, fair enough! Take a look at this World Pearl—inside is a sealed ancient star-sea mine called ‘Stellar Core Abyss,’ snatched from the Immortal Realm by a mighty expert of our Divine Realm back in the day. It yields stellar essence gold, star marrow, void secret silver, and meteorite iron, all top-tier materials for cultivation and artifact forging, perfectly suited to your path!”
“The mine also contains many wonders, and the Stellar Core Phantoms born from its cosmic energy are excellent for honing combat instincts. Truly a treasure trove for cultivation, travel, and refinement. Does it meet your standards?”
“Mmm, not bad, but I think it’s still lacking. Care to sweeten the deal? You know what I mean.”
“Hahaha, I do! Then feast your eyes on this—the Ancient God’s Burial Ground, the Primordial Divine Mine!”
“This was formed from the remains of an ancient Chaos Godfiend. Over countless eons, its bones, flesh, essence blood, and lingering will have crystallized into divine bone marrow jade, chaotic demon blood, law crystals, and godfiend essence—all priceless ores!”
“Good, good, but I feel like this still isn’t the limit...”
“...Fine. Seems I’ll have to bring out something truly special to satisfy you. Behold—the Primordial Chaos Five Elements Mine!”
“This is the core of a ‘land’s eye’ naturally formed in the depths of chaos. After eons of condensation, it birthed the purest Primordial Five Elements ore veins. At the convergence of the five elements, it even nurtured Chaos Mother Qi!”
“Its ores include supremely pure elemental source crystals—such as Emberfire Gold, Profound Abyss True Water, Sacred Earth of the Central Peak, Azure Wood Marrow, and Metallic Gold Essence—along with trace amounts of Chaos Mother Stone and Spirit Vein Jade Hearts!”
“This mine was once among the Divine Realm’s Top Hundred Mines. Though it suffered devastating damage, it retains 80% of its integrity. Does it meet your standards?”
“Oh? One of the Top Hundred Mines? Then tell me—where are the other ninety-nine?”
“......”
Xie Buruo was the last disciple of a Divine Realm Supreme. Before the realm’s collapse, his master had secretly carved out a portion of its assets and handed them to him, intending for him to rebuild the Divine Realm.
This was an enormous inheritance.
The Immortal Realm had been searching for it, but Xie Buruo had hidden too well—they’d dug three feet into the ground and still couldn’t find it.
Now, he was offering himself up for Ye Wuchen to plunder...
“I won’t hold back!” Ye Wuchen said solemnly. “Take a man’s wealth, solve his troubles—that’s the rule!”
“But Brother Xie, the mess you’ve made is a bit too big. Cleaning it up won’t be easy, so... you know what I mean? The price goes up!”
“Of course, if you’re unwilling to part with more, that’s fine too. I’ve already taken plenty. I’ll do what I can to help, but if it doesn’t work out... well, my apologies.”
Xie Buruo glanced at Ye Ancai, who stood frozen like a wooden chicken beside him. After a moment of hesitation, he declared firmly, "Such trivial external possessions are hardly worth mentioning. If Ye Wuchen desires them, take them as you please!"
"Only, the collapse of the divine realm came too swiftly. I possess but three of the Hundred Great Mines—if even that fails to satisfy you, young friend, then I can do no more."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”