"So what now? Should we head back first?" Shen Yi asked Fu Nanzhi.
Fu Nanzhi handed him the medical report and said,
"Let’s wait a bit. Some test results come out right away, so we might as well go ask about them."
Shen Yi took the report from her and skimmed through it briefly.
He wasn’t a medical professional, so most of the data listed was beyond his understanding. Still, whether in reality or simulations, he’d undergone enough physical exams to recognize the general categories.
"Alright, let’s go then."
Shen Yi agreed readily. Cold numbers on paper were one thing, but getting answers from a real person was always better.
"Come on, we can also go see the old lady."
"The old lady?"
Fu Nanzhi turned back to explain,
"Yeah, someone you know—Consort Mei. She’s an old friend of my father’s."
"Oh… her."
Shen Yi nodded in recognition. Consort Mei, full name Mei Wanyi, had been Fu Yuanyu’s personal physician over twenty years ago. Over time, their relationship had transcended mere doctor and patient, becoming something much deeper.
As for why he thought of her as an old lady—in his past life, when he first met her, he was already in his thirties, and she had long since retired. His memory painted her as a kind, perpetually smiling elderly woman.
The two took the elevator down and wound their way to an office door. Fu Nanzhi knocked.
"Come in."
At the response, Fu Nanzhi pushed the door open and greeted cheerfully,
"Consort Mei, busy as always?"
Behind the desk sat a petite woman, her dark hair streaked with silver and neatly coiled. She appeared to be around sixty, peering through reading glasses at something in her hands.
When Fu Nanzhi entered, she set the glasses down and smiled warmly.
"Oh, Nanzhi! Come in, sit down."
Fu Nanzhi took a seat beside her, leaving space for Shen Yi to step forward.
"And this is?"
Consort Mei’s gaze flickered toward Fu Nanzhi, her smile unwavering despite the questioning tone.
Fu Nanzhi pressed her lips together before introducing,
"My boyfriend, Shen Yi."
Then, turning to him, she added pointedly,
"This is Consort Mei."
Shen Yi played along, feigning first-time acquaintance as he echoed the greeting.
"Already have a boyfriend? Wonderful, just wonderful."
"Shen Yi, was it? Don’t just stand there, have a seat."
Once Shen Yi sat, Consort Mei took Fu Nanzhi’s hand, her face alight with joy.
"What a change. Your parents must be over the moon."
"Yeah."
Fu Nanzhi dipped her head slightly in acknowledgment.
Consort Mei patted Fu Nanzhi’s hand, sighing nostalgically.
"Back then, the state you were in… it broke my heart to see. The hardest battles are always the ones we fight with ourselves… it’s exhausting."
"But you’ve come out the other side. That’s what matters…"
Back then, Fu Nanzhi’s struggles had been severe enough that Consort Mei had been consulted. But much of it stemmed from psychological and innate temperamental issues, leaving even her powerless to help.
Having watched Fu Nanzhi grow up, Consort Mei regarded her almost as her own child. Seeing her in such a state had been agonizing.
Fu Nanzhi, unsure how to respond, simply smiled and squeezed the old woman’s hand in silent comfort.
Fortunately, Consort Mei didn’t linger in the melancholy. Releasing Fu Nanzhi’s hand, she waved it off.
"Ah, this is just what happens when you get old. Don’t mind my rambling, Nanzhi."
"Not at all. How could I?"
If anything, Fu Nanzhi cherished her too much to ever find her words bothersome.
"Enough of that. Let me see the report."
Consort Mei clapped her hands together, shifting gears with practiced ease.
Shen Yi, seated nearby, quickly handed over the documents.
Consort Mei put her glasses back on and began flipping through the pages, murmuring as she went.
"My, Nanzhi, you’re in excellent health. These numbers couldn’t be more normal."
"Most young people these days are practically falling apart. Have you been keeping up with exercise?"
Fu Nanzhi blinked, scratching her head awkwardly.
"Uh… I…"
Shen Yi jumped in smoothly.
"She has. I often take her out for runs, walks, that sort of thing."
"Good. Keep it up."
Consort Mei nodded approvingly, tapping the paper.
"Your baseline metrics are nearly athlete-level. A solid routine makes for a strong body."
Fu Nanzhi forced a laugh, then shot Shen Yi a sidelong glance.
Her idea of "exercise" had always been skipping meals to lose weight. The most physical exertion she got these days was… well, bedroom activities. Hearing Shen Yi claim they worked out regularly was mortifying.
Shen Yi, oblivious to her inner turmoil, had only been trying to protect the secret of the serum, worried Fu Nanzhi might accidentally blurt something incriminating.
Consort Mei moved on without pause.
"Your eyesight’s perfect? I could’ve sworn you wore glasses, Nanzhi."
"Huh? I’m not actually nearsighted, Consort Mei."
Fu Nanzhi waved a hand dismissively.
"Those were just for looks—plain lenses."
Consort Mei scoffed at modern aesthetics.
"Those giant frames covered half your face. What’s attractive about that?"
While excessive screen time had given Fu Nanzhi slight myopia, it wasn’t enough to warrant prescription glasses. She’d mainly worn them to obscure her features.
Perhaps the serum’s modifications truly ran deep. Consort Mei flipped through the rest of the report without pause.
Where most people had minor health quirks, Fu Nanzhi had none—a fact that left the old woman baffled.
A few tests still pending results would take days, but given her physical condition, any minor ailments seemed unlikely to be an issue.
Finally, Consort Mei reached the last page, lingering on the gynecological ultrasound far longer than any previous section.
The prolonged silence made Fu Nanzhi fidget. Doctors turning serious was unnerving, and recent bodily anomalies had her paranoid.
After what felt like ages, Consort Mei removed her glasses.
"Nothing major."
Fu Nanzhi exhaled in relief—until the next words came.
"Nanzhi, go get a blood hCG test."
"What’s that for?"
Fu Nanzhi frowned.
"Nothing to worry about. Might just be my eyes playing tricks."
"It’s quick—results in an hour or two."
Consort Mei’s tone was light, nudging Fu Nanzhi’s elbow playfully.
The reassurance only heightened her anxiety. Hesitating, Fu Nanzhi glanced back at Shen Yi, uncertainty written across her face.
Consort Mei burst out laughing.
"Look how scared she is…"
"Oh, it's not an illness. Just go when you're told to."
"Since Consort Mei said so, you might as well get checked. It’ll give you peace of mind."
"Come on, I’ll go with you."
Shen Yi stood up and took Fu Nanzhi’s hand as he spoke.
Only then did Fu Nanzhi relax, pouting in protest.
"Consort Mei, you’re so mean... teasing me again."
Her complaint was met with Consort Mei’s light laughter.
After leaving the office, the two headed upstairs, where everything had already been arranged in advance for Fu Nanzhi’s arrival.
The examination sounded oddly familiar to Shen Yi, though he couldn’t quite place it at the moment. Still, in the age of information, anything unclear could be looked up online.
Though there was a saying—water boils at a hundred degrees, but if a person searches too much...
Not wanting to unsettle Fu Nanzhi, Shen Yi resisted pulling out his phone to check. The results would come soon enough anyway.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
