Chen Buhui was so furious she nearly keeled over.
"Quite the little capitalist at such a young age, aren’t you?"
"Tell them Chen Buhui is here to visit, and they’d better come out to greet me personally." Chen Buhui jabbed her thumb backward at her own face, as if it were some kind of VIP pass valid across all of China.
The security guard frowned. He hated that gesture, but since it was Chen Buhui, he held his tongue and relayed the message over his walkie-talkie.
They waited, but no response came.
"Base to HQ, come in."
"Miss Luo and Young Master Lin are... busy bonding. Whatever it is, it can wait."
The reply crackled through the earpiece, leaving the guard no choice but to relay the message to Chen Buhui.
"Our young lady and Young Master Lin are occupied at the moment. We can’t interrupt. Would you like to wait or come back another time?"
Chen Buhui took a deep breath.
"I, Chen Buhui, demand to see them, and instead of rushing out to greet me, they make me wait? Who do they think I am?"
The guard offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but without permission, I really can’t let you in."
Chen Buhui’s patience had run out.
"Liu! We’re barging in. Let’s see what’s so important they can’t be bothered."
The guard narrowed his eyes and spoke into his earpiece.
"Intruder attempting to breach the estate. All units, stand by."
He drew his weapon, and within moments, over a dozen guards assembled, forming a human barricade at the entrance.
Chen Buhui froze at the sight.
"This is China, not some playground for reckless youngsters. I advise you to lower your weapons and not stray onto the path of crime. What you’re doing is illegal."
The guard dropped the polite act.
"We haven’t done anything. And even if we did, you’d be the one at fault. This is private property. Forcing your way in counts as trespassing—so who’s breaking the law here?"
It baffled the guard that someone as high-profile as Chen Buhui could be so legally clueless.
Chen Buhui’s face darkened. She never expected Luo Yao’s people to be this bold.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"Yes, Chen Buhui. You’ve mentioned."
"I’m an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. You dare block me?" Chen Buhui had no choice but to pull rank.
The guard didn’t budge.
"Are you here on official business? If not, even the president of your academy would need permission to enter. Those are the rules."
Chen Buhui let out a bitter laugh at the guard’s audacity.
"Fine. What a Luo Yao, what a Lin Ran, what a Luo Corporation—so arrogant in China, showing zero respect for their elders."
"Let’s see if you actually dare lay a hand on me."
Liu, her assistant, looked uneasy. "Ms. Chen, maybe we should just leave it."
"Leave it? If you’re spineless, go ahead and leave. What kind of young person has no fire in them? I’m going in."
With that, Chen Buhui stepped out of the car, ready to force her way through.
The guards tensed, poised to act.
At the critical moment, a voice came through the earpiece—Little Tong’s.
"Uncle Fu says she can come in now."
The guard exhaled quietly. He really hadn’t wanted to rough up an old lady.
"Our young lady is free now. You may enter."
Chen Buhui snorted.
"Hmph! Knew you wouldn’t dare stop me."
She climbed back into the car while the guard stayed silent, thinking to himself: If that call had come a few seconds later, you’d already be on the ground.
The other guards exchanged frowns.
"That’s Chen Buhui? She acts more like my elementary school teacher."
Meanwhile, inside the villa...
"Yao, Chen Buhui actually showed up. Interesting. What do you think she’s here for?"
Even Luo Yao couldn’t quite decipher Chen Buhui’s motives.
Given her official ties, visiting during such a sensitive period was... unusual.
During a government project bidding phase, a representative meeting privately with a competing company was already against protocol.
It was like the police, prosecutors, and judges jointly investigating a case—a big no-no. If no one followed the rules, chaos would reign.
Of course, Luo Yao was the exception. Rules didn’t apply to her.
"No idea."
Lin Ran wasn’t the sharpest, but he wasn’t stupid either. Yet he couldn’t figure out why Chen Buhui had come.
"She can’t seriously be here just to lecture us and leave. If so, I’d actually respect her for it."
Just then, the door swung open.
"Lin Ran, you’ve got some nerve, making an elder come to you like this?"
Lin Ran hadn’t expected Chen Buhui’s first words to be so confrontational—no greeting, nothing.
He frowned.
"Did I force you?"
If she wanted to be rude, he’d match her energy.
He’d been willing to show respect, but she clearly wasn’t interested.
Chen Buhui blinked, taken aback by Lin Ran’s sharp tone.
She then turned to Luo Yao.
"CEO Luo, let me clarify—I’m not here in any official capacity today."
Luo Yao nodded, "Naturally, if you were representing the authorities, I’d have sent you straight in for investigation."
Chen Buhui was taken aback again—he hadn’t expected Luo Yao to be so blunt either.
"Aren’t you going to invite me to sit?" Lin Ran gestured toward the sofa with his chin.
"You’re a grown adult. Is anyone stopping you?"
Chen Buhui’s face darkened slightly. After all these years, she had grown accustomed to being surrounded by flattery. Running into such disrespectful youngsters was a first for her.
"Fine. I won’t hold your lack of respect against you. After all, you don’t know who I am."
Lin Ran said, "I know you—Chen Buhui, one of the chief academicians at the Chinese Academy of Sciences."
Chen Buhui shook her head, glaring at Lin Ran in anger.
"To be precise, I’m your grandaunt."
Lin Ran replied, "I know."
"You know?"
"Yeah."
Chen Buhui let out a bitter laugh.
"If you knew I was your elder, how dare you treat me with such disrespect? You’ve been in Shanghai for days and didn’t even visit me. Young people these days have no sense of propriety."
Lin Ran glanced at Luo Yao, thinking to himself, Did I actually guess right?
"So, Grandaunt, what brings you here?"
"What brings me here? I’m here to teach you how to respect your elders. Not even your grandfather would dare treat me this way."
"No one has ever kept me waiting outside the door—you’re the first. No junior has ever failed to greet me properly—you’re the first. No one has ever—"
Lin Ran cut her off. "Hold on, hold on. No elder has ever dared to boss me around like this—you’re the first."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
