In an instant, the live stream viewership surged past ten thousand and continued to rise at an astonishing rate.
[Holy crap, am I seeing this right? Lin Ran is live!]
[Hurry up and open the donation channel—I want to send you gifts!]
[That’s right, donations! I need to hear Young Master Lin shout "Cheers, bros 666!"]
Lin Ran: "Alright, I’ll open the donation channel now. Bros, feel free to donate—no amount is too big or too small."
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Lin Ran to break the usual script.
Are you even the so-called young master of a wealthy family?
Lin Ran: "See? When I actually let you donate, you suddenly don’t want to."
Just then, a special superchat popped up.
Immediately afterward, a frenzy of gifts flooded the screen, and Lin Ran instantly turned into a money-grubbing fiend.
Lin Ran: "Thank you to Xiao Tong Xiansen, Dreaming of a Little Hurt, Fifty Zha Tian Bang, Twin Stars, Fan Meng Jing Nian, Candy??Chestnut??, +v for the secret recipe of delicious crabby patties, Sent to the Depths of the Clouds, User38310085, Tide, Starfall, and others for the donations."
[Streamer, do you really have the nerve to take our gifts?]
[You’re already this rich—why do you even care about our measly donations?]
Lin Ran: "Your willingness to donate shows your recognition of me. And when you think about it, those who donate are practically gods of wealth—you’re all bound to strike it rich, so of course you’re not short on cash, right?"
[I thought the streamer was gonna say, 'Thanks to this broke-ass for the peanuts.']
[Look behind the streamer—this isn’t just luxury, it’s outright extravagance.]
[Streamer, show us more of the place! We’ll never live like this, but at least let us feast our eyes.]
Lin Ran: "Since we’re all friends here, I’ll indulge you. First, let me show you Villa No. 1, where I live."
As Lin Ran turned his phone camera, the live chat erupted in gasps.
[This is insane. I work in interior design—the genuine fur rug under the streamer’s feet costs more than half my life’s savings.]
[Villa No. 1? Does that mean there’s a No. 2?]
Lin Ran walked while explaining: "Of course. Villa No. 2 is my walk-in closet, prepared by my wife. Want to see it?"
[Yes!]
[Show us, show us!]
Lin Ran: "Not gonna happen."
The chat exploded with [WTF!]
Lin Ran stepped out of Villa No. 1 and headed to the parking lot.
"See these? All gifts from my wife. Now, let’s pick a car at random and head to the estate’s crocodile pond to check out the gators."
[Holy crap—Porsche, Koenigsegg, McLaren… and the Lambo’s the cheapest here?]
[Crocodile pond? Keeping crocs at home? What kind of dystopian joke is this?]
Lin Ran climbed into a Lamborghini Aventador, the roar of the engine piercing the air.
Soon, he arrived at the so-called crocodile pond.
It wasn’t far from the private zoo, but Lin Ran had no plans to show that.
At the pond, Lin Ran nodded at the crocodile keeper, then pointed the camera at him and gestured toward the water.
"Bros, one rocket donation gets the keeper to bonk a croc on the head. Three rockets, and I’ll do it myself."
[Damn, this guy embodies the capitalist spirit to the max.]
[Tom Has No Fur—sent 3 rockets.]
[Tom Has No Fur: Streamer, bonk the biggest one for me.]
Without hesitation, Lin Ran grabbed a shovel and marched over. The crocodile, basking motionless in the sun, was suddenly whacked on the head, looking utterly bewildered before twisting its tail and fleeing into the water.
[Holy shit, he actually did it! This streamer’s legit.]
[Poor croc—hope it doesn’t death-roll the streamer.]
[Why hurt the crocodile? They’re so cute!]
[This streamer’s just flexing and cashing in on cheap thrills.]
Lin Ran: "Oho, starting to resent the rich now? If you’ve got the guts, come try it yourself."
For the next ten minutes, the keeper became an overworked laborer, sweating profusely as he bonked crocodiles until they all fled into the water.
Seeing the empty shore, Lin Ran flashed a sinister grin.
"Know why I keep crocodiles? Because they love meat—any kind of meat."
[What’s the streamer implying?]
[Probably exactly what it sounds like.]
Lin Ran then strolled around the estate, streaming whatever he passed by, until the viewers finally snapped.
[Streamer, is flexing like this really okay?]
Lin Ran: "You knew I was rich, yet you begged me to stream. Isn’t that just asking for pain?"
[???]
"You wanted to see this, didn’t you? Now that I’m showing you, you’re complaining? And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Let me flex something even bigger."
Lin Ran arrived at the sky garden.
"This is where I usually watch the stars with Luo Yao. How’s that?"
[Is this… a sky garden?]
[No, this is a floating castle. Holy crap, this is next-level rich.]
[Gold diggers don’t deserve houses.]
[Stargazing bastard.]
Once the mood was right, Lin Ran finally spoke up.
"Alright, you’ve seen enough. Time to end the stream. Just to clarify—I’m not an entertainment streamer, and I won’t be going live again. Today was just to satisfy your curiosity."
[No way! My dream’s only half-fulfilled!]
Lin Ran: "Time to wake up. When you do, you’ll realize dreams are just that—unattainable."
[Damn it, I’ll fight you, streamer!]
[Let me see the supercars one more time! I’ve never driven one—just let me look!]
Lin Ran: "Go to sleep. In your dreams, you can drive anything."
Lin Ran showed zero sympathy for the viewers’ pleas.
Just as the chat drowned in despair, he tossed them a sliver of hope.
"Today, you saw a glimpse of the estate. If you want the full tour, follow Nuan Yao Media and check out our first short drama—this is the filming location."
"Including the full panorama you’re all dying to see. Remember to like! Our new drama’s title is already confirmed: 'After 99,999 Failed Confessions, I Finally Fell Into Another Woman’s Arms.'"
After this shameless plug, Lin Ran prepared to end the stream, sparking a chorus of wails.
[What kind of dumb title is that? I’ll be a dog if I watch it.]
[Streamer, if you end now, you’ll lose your mum.]
[Streamer, if you dare log off, I’ll eat sht.]
"Sorry, I’ve got no parents, no attachments—just a wife who loves me more than life and a fortune you’ll never earn."
"As for the trolls begging for attention—eat up. You can recycle that crap infinitely. Later, losers."
With that, Lin Ran ended the stream.
Why act like this? Because he was burning bridges on purpose.
Lin Ran never needed this many people to like him.
He only needed Luo Yao’s love.
As Lin Ran logged off, Luo Yao was busy going all-out against Liu Ruxue.
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!
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.
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
