"Since the opening of the Pearl Tower, I have never seen such a crowd before. Young Hero Li, your methods are truly remarkable."
Under the colossal Sea King Pearl atop the Pearl Tower, the former owner of the establishment sighed with emotion.
Ever since the introduction of "group buying" and "slash the price" promotions, the Pearl Tower had become a must-visit spot for everyone attending the Rare Treasures Bazaar.
Previously, the Pearl Tower was only famous within the bazaar, but now its reputation had spread across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
"However, there's one thing I'm still curious about," the current second owner hesitated before asking, "The subsidies didn’t need to be so generous to achieve the same effect. Why has Young Hero Li been so exceedingly generous?"
He had initially assumed Li Mo's promotions were mostly gimmicks, but to his surprise, Li Mo had truly invested a fortune in them—so much that it pained him to watch.
Though the advertisements contained some theatrics, the promises within were genuine.
Every subsidy came directly from Li Mo's own pockets.
"Consider it an investment," Li Mo replied, nibbling on an ice pop while gazing at the bustling crowd with a smile.
"But there’s no return on this. How can it be considered an investment...?"
"Just think of it as me accumulating virtue," Li Mo said, his tone sincere.
He had examined every guest with his Heavenly Fate Divine Eye.
Those deemed worthy of investment received extra subsidies from the Mirage Spirit Pearl—some even got items for free, with silver thrown in as a bonus.
Those unworthy received only modest discounts.
As for those with ill intentions...
Even if the entire population of the Eastern Sea were gathered, they’d never manage to "slash the final price"!
Factoring in the returns from his investments, it seemed he hadn’t lost anything—in fact, he’d profited even more...
"If I were to write a story about this, I’d call it I Really Didn’t Mean to Lose My Way to Becoming the Richest Man..."
Feeling the monotony of wealth, Li Mo sighed and handed another ice pop to Lan Tian, who was staring at him eagerly.
"Virtue... No wonder everyone says Young Hero Li is a true gentleman, generous and righteous."
"Today, I’ve witnessed it firsthand. From now on, the Pearl Tower will follow Young Hero Li’s lead without question!"
"By the way, there are quite a few rare treasures among the auction items—things too precious to be openly priced. Would Young Hero Li like to take a look first?"
The Pearl Tower’s major shareholders quickly weighed the pros and cons in their minds.
They weren’t just merchants; many had ties to sects. The former majority shareholder, now the second-largest, had roots in the Penglai Star Sect.
Normally, outsiders wouldn’t find it easy to meddle in the bazaar’s business.
But Li Mo was young, terrifyingly talented, and richer than some nations. It was certain he would one day stand among the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands’ most formidable experts.
Even more frightening was the fact that an equally dazzling woman was soon to become his wife.
To them and their factions, investing in him—even gifting the Pearl Tower as a favor—was more than worth it.
Besides, Li Mo didn’t seem interested in interfering much with the Pearl Tower’s operations. He had only one demand:
The "Golden Mountain Subsidies" and "Slash the Price" promotions must continue indefinitely.
"As for the auction items, just send me a list," Li Mo said, not refusing outright. After a moment’s thought, he added, "But don’t reserve anything for me privately. I’ll bid normally if I need something. We shouldn’t break the Pearl Tower’s rules right from the start."
The shareholders exchanged glances. This young prodigy had more restraint than they’d expected.
"Hm?"
Li Mo suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise as his gaze fell upon the crowd below.
Among the people participating in the event, one individual’s information had caught his attention.
[Name: He Chi]
[...]
[Evaluation: Disciple of the Spirit Rhyme Sect, Eastern Wasteland Domain.]
[Recent Activity: Sent by the young sect master Qiao Ziyu to the Pearl Tower to "slash the price."]
He Chi wasn’t the only one. In the teeming crowd, many others were also disciples of the Spirit Rhyme Sect, blending in unnoticed.
In just this short time, Li Mo had spotted no fewer than several hundred of them.
"The Spirit Rhyme Sect of the Eastern Wasteland Domain... Are they that poor?"
Li Mo couldn’t help but chuckle. While many came to take advantage of the promotions, this was the first time he’d seen an entire sect mobilized just to "slash the price."
"The Spirit Rhyme Sect? They’re far from poor."
Elder Qian raised an eyebrow. "They were once the largest sect in the Eastern Wasteland Domain. If not for us, they might have become the first sect to dominate the entire region."
"Their disciples excel not only in martial arts but also in esoteric techniques, including curse magic... Hm?"
At this point, Old Qian’s voice trailed off. With the keen instincts of his Innate Free-Meal Constitution, he sensed something amiss.
Curse magic wasn’t widely practiced, yet on their very first day at the bazaar, they’d encountered a swindler skilled in it.
Wasn’t that a little too coincidental?
Li Mo was no naive fool in the outside world. Narrowing his eyes, he continued scanning the crowd until his gaze settled on a square-headed young man in purple robes.
[Name: Qiao Ziyu]
[Age: 31]
[Root Bone: Life-Micro Dharma Bone.]
[Cultivation: Inner Scenery, Fifth Heaven.]
[Fate: Blue-Purple (Perfectly ordinary for his tier.)]
[Evaluation: Skilled in both esoteric and martial arts, ranking among the elite of his realm. His methods are unpredictable, placing him at 48th on the Human Ranking.]
[Recent Activity: To ensure the Spirit Rhyme Sect’s rise as a regional hegemon, he devised a series of schemes—including sending swindlers to lure Li Mo out to sea, delaying his betrothal ceremony. To this end, he mobilized three thousand disciples to "slash the price"...]
"Tsk..."
One of the Pearl Tower’s shareholders suddenly shivered, his hair standing on end.
He instinctively turned around—
Only to see the usually cheerful and amiable "Sword Hero Li," now wearing an expression as cold as ice.
Lan Tian was so startled she nearly dropped her ice pop. The look on his face felt eerily familiar.
In short—utterly terrifying!!
"Young Hero Li, what has angered you so?"
"If I were to toss someone into the sea as fish food... would that be a problem?"
"Heh... We certainly have the means for that. Anyone who dares offend Young Hero Li must be a vile wretch. How many should we throw in?"
"Three thousand."
"Thr—how many?!"
The shareholders recoiled slightly.
Fish food? This wasn’t feeding the fish—this was land reclamation!
"Young Hero Li, weren’t you accumulating virtue? Why the sudden change of heart...?"
"What’s the point of hoarding virtue if I don’t spend it?!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
