Xie Buruo was moved.
Not because Ye Wuchen’s words were particularly dazzling, nor because the project genuinely held great developmental potential, and certainly not out of fear that his resources might depreciate.
He simply admired Ye Wuchen as a person!
To others, it might seem like Ye Wuchen was trying to swindle him, coaxing him into investing his family’s wealth only to vanish after reaping the benefits...
But in Xie Buruo’s eyes, Ye Wuchen radiated a brilliant golden light, with a magnificent, mist-shrouded path faintly visible behind him, beckoning him forward!
What more was there to say?
Xie Buruo’s gaze was practically dripping with admiration!
To top it off, his uncle, the Great Love Divine Sovereign, sent him a message advising him to show goodwill—within reasonable limits.
And with that, his last shred of hesitation vanished.
So, seeing Ye Wuchen talk himself hoarse, Xie Buruo eagerly stepped forward to pour him a cup of fine wine.
“Brother Wuchen, how many resources are needed to kickstart this ‘Sourceflow Project’? Name a number, and I’ll invest!”
Ye Wuchen smiled faintly. “Naturally, the more, the better. To put it simply, if you invest ten thousand divine crystals, the most basic return ratio would see you recoup your investment within ten years—everything after that is pure profit!”
“I won’t exaggerate, brother. The development prospects of our Ziwei Immortal Realm are vast. At the very least, I can guarantee that after recouping your investment, you’ll earn at least 0.001% of your principal daily!”
“For example, if you invest ten thousand divine crystals, ten years from now, you’ll earn ten divine crystals every day. Not only is this a risk-free venture, but you can even bet on whether the Ziwei Immortal Realm will experience deflation!”
“If the Ziwei Immortal Realm thrives and resources multiply, leading to lower prices, your early investment will become incredibly valuable!”
“A daily return of 0.001% is just the minimum I can guarantee—utterly risk-free.”
“But in reality, it could skyrocket to 0.01%, 0.1%, 1%, 10%, or even 100% daily returns!”
“Brother Wuchen, that’s stretching it a bit. As much as I’d love to believe it, I just can’t...” Xie Buruo interrupted with a strange expression.
“Not at all! Just trust me, brother!” Ye Wuchen declared with absolute confidence. “Even if you don’t believe in such high returns, at least believe this: once the Sourceflow Project’s resource supply chain is perfected, when the Divine Realm is rebuilt, you’ll save on the massive losses from downgrading high-tier resources for use, right? That’s undeniable!”
“Add in the benefits from other sectors of the Sourceflow Project—why hesitate?”
“Let me name a figure for the initial investment... ten thousand high-grade divine crystal veins!”
Bragging cost nothing, and Ye Wuchen was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Xie Buruo, however, hesitated. After all, ten thousand high-grade divine crystal veins were no small sum. Handing them over wouldn’t completely drain his reserves, but it would still be at least a tenth of his wealth!
At its peak, the Divine Realm had only possessed a little over 3.6 million high-grade divine crystal veins. Asking for ten thousand outright—could Ye Wuchen even handle it?
Even if he could, would Xie Buruo really recoup his investment in ten years and reap massive profits?
And this was just the initial investment—more would surely follow!
Would Xie Buruo end up emptied out, only for the project to fail, leaving Ye Wuchen to vanish with the spoils?
But as he gazed at the misty path shimmering behind Ye Wuchen and recalled his uncle the Great Love Divine Sovereign’s advice, Xie Buruo wrestled with his doubts for all of three seconds before deciding to take the gamble.
“Ten thousand divine crystal veins? No problem, brother! I’ll trust you!”
Ye Wuchen’s face lit up with joy.
He immediately seized Xie Buruo’s hand, beaming. “Big brother, I won’t let you down! Just sit back and wait for the profits to roll in!”
“Little brother!”
“Big brother!”
“Little brother!”
“Big brother!”
“......”
Ye Ancai, who had witnessed the entire exchange, was utterly dumbfounded.
Just like that... he secured a massive investment?
That so-called Sourceflow Project... hadn’t Ye Wuchen come up with it in under three minutes?
What about critical details like execution guarantees, operational feasibility, risk assessments—weren’t those important?
With nothing but a concept and Ye Wuchen’s masterful sales pitch, Xie Buruo actually fell for it and placed a crazy order?
This was... practically robbery, except with a flimsy promise attached.
Damn...
Only Ye Wuchen could pull off such a money-making scheme. Truly worthy of the title God of Wealth!
Ye Ancai was awestruck, feeling as if his very mind had ascended.
At the same time...
Chen Yi, who had been busy toying with the little golden dragon, received the good news.
The moment the deal was struck, Ye Wuchen sent word through the Chaos Pearl Necklace hanging around his neck, urging Chen Yi to hurry over and seal the deal!
After all, Chen Yi had recently taken away twenty-seven Chaos Pearls, leaving only fifty-four in Ye Wuchen’s necklace. The reduced weight meant reduced peace of mind.
Especially now, with such a huge venture at stake—without Brother Yi’s presence, Ye Wuchen lacked the confidence to pull it off!
What if Xie Buruo backed out? Or demanded even better terms?
So, Brother Yi, hurry! This big fish took the bait, but I can’t reel it in alone!
“Well, well, well. Fang Fan, the Civil God of Wealth, just scored big, and now you, the Martial God of Wealth, refuse to be outdone?”
“Using legitimate means to extract resources from Divine Realm allies—not only does it avoid bad blood, but it also strengthens ties through mutual benefit. Both sides rise and fall together, eliminating any risk of betrayal. In fact, they’d be more afraid of failure than we are!”
“Well done!”
“The Civil and Martial Gods of Wealth—truly the twin jewels of the Immortal Court!”
With those words...
Chen Yi dissolved his six-star avatar, opened the chat group, and—right in front of the little golden dragon—forcefully shoved a five-star avatar into the teleportation channel formed by the Creation Disk!
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.
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."
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
