Chomp, chomp.
Inside the dumpling shop, Fang Que quietly ate her dumplings.
Meanwhile, Ye Wangchuan was analyzing Su Fugui.
So far, he had only confirmed that the other party was a Child of Destiny, with a fierce and irritable personality, unwilling to back down.
As for intelligence… on one hand, he was clever enough to avoid provoking Ye Wangchuan; on the other hand, he had foolishly blurted out his name, identity, and even the existence of his system.
Moreover, Su Fugui had shouted "System, allocate points!" and immediately ascended to the early stage of the first level of cultivation.
Therefore, Ye Wangchuan concluded that Su Fugui must be a recently transmigrated Child of Destiny.
Then, Ye Wangchuan turned his gaze to the waiter nearby.
He was already dead.
No matter how frail Su Fugui appeared, he was still at the early stage of the first level of cultivation.
And he had targeted the waiter’s head, a vital spot.
For an ordinary mortal like the waiter, death was instantaneous.
Ye Wangchuan shook his head, feeling a bit regretful.
The waiter had been quite polite to him, and he had rather liked the guy.
He had originally thought about giving him a small tip, but now…
That chance was gone.
Just then.
“Huh? Waiter! What’s going on in the shop?”
A burly man walked in, his brow furrowing as he saw the waiter’s corpse.
Beside him, Ye Wangchuan was momentarily stunned.
He naturally recognized the owner of the dumpling shop.
His name was Ye Menghu, a descendant of the twenty-sixth adopted son of Ye Wangchuan’s grandfather.
The fact that this dumpling shop was located in the city center and had such exquisite decor spoke volumes about the owner’s status.
Given Ye Menghu’s wealth, he could easily have turned this dumpling shop into a luxurious restaurant.
However, Ye Menghu preferred a more down-to-earth atmosphere, deliberately keeping the shop in its current humble state.
But none of that mattered now. What mattered was…
“Who! Who dares kill an employee of my dumpling shop! Do they not have any respect for the Ye Family? I’ll tear them to pieces!”
Ye Menghu roared in fury.
It was unclear whether he was angry over the waiter’s death or the perceived slight to his authority, but he certainly looked menacing.
*Smack—*
Hearing this, Ye Wangchuan helplessly slapped his forehead.
Damn it! Just as I thought!
Ye Menghu was an early-stage minor villain, the kind who exists solely to give Su Fugui a big power boost.
Ye Wangchuan sighed.
If it were just him and Ye Bai being villains, it could be dismissed as a coincidence.
But with Ye Menghu added to the mix…
It was clear.
In this world, anyone with the surname Ye was a villain!!!
The once prestigious First Family of Chang’an had now become a gathering place for evildoers.
At this moment, Ye Wangchuan’s movement caught Ye Menghu’s attention.
Ye Menghu’s face lit up with a smile as he spoke.
“Wangchuan, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take my master out for dumplings.”
Ye Wangchuan explained.
Ye Menghu nodded, then quickly put on a serious expression and asked,
“Got it. By the way, Wangchuan, did you see who killed my employee? The Ye Family absolutely cannot let this slide!”
“I didn’t see clearly.”
Ye Wangchuan feigned ignorance.
He didn’t want Ye Menghu to go and gift Su Fugui a bunch of experience points.
“Tsk!”
Ye Menghu clicked his tongue, planning to ask the gossip-loving aunties nearby for information.
He didn’t suspect for a moment that Ye Wangchuan might be lying to him.
At this point, Ye Wangchuan spoke up again.
“Don’t bother asking around. Just take the waiter and go revive him.”
“Ah, right.”
Ye Menghu nodded, calling over a servant to carry the waiter’s body, preparing to take him for revival.
In this world, resurrection techniques existed.
And there were many varieties.
For example, if someone in a family died within seven days before the Heaven Rank opened, their body could be preserved.
Once the Heaven Rank opened, the body could be thrown onto the Heaven Rank, and they would be instantly resurrected!
One of the Ye Family’s elders was a medical cultivator.
As long as the corpse wasn’t missing more than half of its body, she could bring them back to life.
Of course, resurrection techniques also had their limitations.
The higher the cultivation level of the deceased, the greater the cost of resurrection.
The lower the integrity of the corpse, the greater the cost of resurrection.
These two limitations applied to almost all resurrection techniques.
The reason for reviving the waiter was simple.
If word got out that even a servant or slave of the Ye Family could be revived after death, the family’s reputation would skyrocket.
The servants and slaves, knowing how well the Ye Family treated them, would work even harder.
And what would the Ye Family have to pay for this?
Almost nothing!
Reviving a mortal who had died less than an hour ago was a trivial matter for the medical elder.
After Ye Menghu left.
Ye Wangchuan took out the Ye Family token.
This time, instead of tapping it twice, he tapped it four times.
After the fourth tap, the white character “Ye” on the token turned gray.
“Hey, where did that beggar who caused trouble at the entrance of Ye Menghu’s dumpling shop go? You should know his location.”
“Young Master Ye Wangchuan, he headed to the commercial street and is walking toward a clothing store. He might be planning to buy some new clothes.”
A hoarse voice responded.
Ye Wangchuan nodded and deactivated the token.
This was a fantasy world, so there were no surveillance cameras.
Instead, the Ye Family had planted informants throughout the city, hidden in the shadows, observing everything.
Ye Wangchuan had just been speaking to the central hub of these informants.
At the same time, Fang Que finished her last dumpling.
“Master Fang Que, I noticed your robe looks a bit plain. How about we go check out the clothing store?”
“Hmm? Sure.”
Fang Que nodded without hesitation.
She knew that Ye Wangchuan was just using this as an excuse to go to the clothing store.
After all, he had activated the token’s speaker mode earlier, making no effort to hide the conversation.
……
“The system gives me a thousand gold coins a day… let’s see… that’s equivalent to a hundred million on Earth!!!”
“Holy crap! This system is insane! A hundred million a day!”
“And for every hundred gold coins I spend, I get a strengthening point!”
“Not only do I have money, but spending it also makes me stronger! This is pure bliss!”
On the commercial street, Su Fugui muttered to himself as he studied the system.
The system’s functions were simple and straightforward, but incredibly powerful!
Soon, Su Fugui arrived in front of a clothing store.
According to his original body’s memories, a woman from the caravan had bought her clothes here.
That woman had often looked down on Su Fugui.
“Hmph, it’s just some clothes.”
Su Fugui sneered, glancing at the thousand gold coins in his system inventory.
He stepped forward, ready to enter the store.
Inside the store, the tall, heavily made-up shopkeeper was busy introducing clothes to other customers.
Suddenly, she noticed Su Fugui about to enter and immediately scolded him.
“Hey! Hey hey hey! Beggars aren’t allowed in here to beg! These clothes are worth more than your life! If you dirty them, you can’t afford to pay for it!”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with 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?!
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)
