"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s event is nearing its conclusion, but we’ve prepared one final highlight for you all. Luo Yao, the CEO of Luo Corporation and the generous donor behind our university’s high-value scholarships, will now deliver an inspiring speech. I hope everyone listens attentively and strives to become someone who contributes meaningfully to society and our nation."
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock. They knew an important figure was attending, but no one expected someone of this caliber.
Few had seen Luo Yao in person, but her name was universally recognized—except, perhaps, by narrow-minded individuals like Liu Yuemei.
She was the heiress of the world’s top financial conglomerate and the helm of Luo Corporation, the number one enterprise globally.
Luo Corporation spanned industries like healthcare, real estate, biotechnology, high-tech, and manufacturing—each division ranking among the Fortune 500.
No one knew the exact extent of Luo Corporation’s assets, but its estimated market value undeniably held the top spot.
In fact, just the previous year’s tax filings alone had catapulted her to first place on Forbes' list of mysterious billionaires.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Luo Yao stepped onto the stage. She wore a striking crimson gown, adorned with the "Eternal Love" necklace, her every movement exuding elegance.
"Luo Yao is this young? Good heavens! She’s breathtaking—what kind of celestial beauty is this?"
"Big sister is stunning, but I’m unworthy of her love."
"Look at her gaze—if there weren’t so many of us here, I’d think I’d died and gone to heaven."
"Is this the most enigmatic billionaire? What kind of luck do I have today, seeing the heiress of the top financial dynasty at our school?"
"Her eyes are so sharp—I love it. I want her to be my husband."
"The former Luo family head, Patriarch Luo Tiansheng, was quite famous. But since Luo Yao took over, the rest of the Luo family has faded into obscurity. It’s clear her position in the family is unshakable, undoubtedly backed by the old patriarch."
"Luo Yao’s father was once considered a national heartthrob in our mothers’ generation. Back then, Luo Corporation didn’t wield the terrifying influence it does now. It was Luo Yao who single-handedly propelled it to its current peak."
Amid the buzzing whispers, Luo Yao swept a cold gaze across the room—silence fell instantly.
Only when her eyes landed on one particular person did a flicker of warmth appear.
"Everyone, on behalf of Luo Corporation, I’ll keep my remarks brief."
"First, I’m not particularly optimistic about your futures. I know many of you might resent that, but let me be clear: your decade of hard work to get here proves your diligence, yet it doesn’t mean you surpass others. Ten years of struggle can rarely overtake three generations of accumulated wealth."
The room fell deathly quiet. Even Principal Tang broke into a cold sweat—he had no idea what Luo Yao would say, as she had arrived mere minutes before.
No one dared refute her words—at most, a few prideful students wore expressions of disagreement.
"However, exceptions exist. At this university, your effort truly can change your life. To motivate you to push further, we’ve prepared the highest-value scholarships in the country. If you have the ability, you can claim them—even surpassing those who once stood above you."
"Today, I’m here for one purpose: to add 100 million Chinese yuan to Capital University’s scholarship fund this year. I believe this is the most practical and effective form of motivation. Strive hard, everyone!"
"I hope those who earn these scholarships never lose sight of their original intention. Ask yourselves: why do you study? Why attend university? If one day you succeed, contribute to our nation—but never forget those who love you most."
Thunderous applause erupted. Principal Tang was moved to tears—100 million in funding had landed in their laps so effortlessly it felt like robbery.
The students buzzed with excitement. Those admitted to Capital University were no fools—they were already mentally rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight for their dreams.
Luo Yao’s motivational tactic was undeniably effective.
Then, her voice echoed across the hall once more.
"Finally, a warning to some: keep your eyes open. Don’t approach those you shouldn’t—and never, ever bully someone under my protection."
The entire room froze in confusion. Luo Yao’s gaze lingered on one spot, and everyone reflexively followed her line of sight.
Was that... Lin Ran?
Her words sent the entire campus into deep contemplation. Then, with effortless grace, Luo Yao strode off the stage.
As soon as she left, Principal Tang wiped his brow and stepped up to deliver closing remarks—a task he was well-practiced in.
But just as he opened his mouth, a screech blasted from the speakers.
"Testing! Testing?"
"Hello, everyone. I’m Liu Ruxue."
Principal Tang glanced around in bewilderment. Below the stage, Lin Ran shuddered, instantly realizing the gravity of the situation.
He seethed inwardly—when would Liu Ruxue just drop dead?
The speakers crackled again: "Lin Ran, I know you’re here. There’s something very important I need to tell you—I’ve fallen in love with you. Will you be my boyfriend?"
The crowd erupted in shock. No one had expected the campus belle, Liu Ruxue, to publicly confess to her former admirer-turned-disdained.
Many freshmen, unaware of the backstory, began cheering at the spectacle of such a beautiful senior making a bold declaration.
Meanwhile, Luo Yao—who had just left under her bodyguards’ escort—whirled around, her eyes blazing with murderous intent. Onstage, Principal Tang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him.
Liu Ruxue, you’ve got guts—stealing Luo Yao’s man?
Principal Tang recognized Liu Ruxue; after all, she was the school’s beauty queen. But his concern wasn’t for her—it was Luo Yao’s fury.
If she withdrew her funding in a fit of rage, Liu Ruxue would become the campus’s public enemy.
Luo Yao stormed back toward the venue the moment Liu Ruxue’s voice rang out. En route, Lin Ran took the stage.
Step by step, he approached the platform. Liu Ruxue, who had somehow materialized onstage, gazed at him with starry-eyed adoration.
Lin Ran was determined to shut her down so thoroughly she’d never dare harass him again.
Nodding politely at Principal Tang, he took the microphone from his hands.
"Testing, testing—oh, the sound system works pretty well!"
Some in the crowd began chanting: "Get together! Get together!"
But others looked puzzled—particularly those who had witnessed Lin Ran’s harsh treatment of Liu Ruxue outside the dormitories.
They wondered: If he’d treated her like that before, why was she confessing now? Did she have a masochistic streak?
Lin Ran chuckled. "Hey, everyone! I’m Lin Ran—no need for introductions, since you just heard my name."
"Here’s the thing: stop cheering. Liu Ruxue isn’t confessing because she likes me. She owes me a million yuan and is trying to skip repayment by pulling this stunt."

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.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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?!

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."