The message was read instantly, and a reply came within seconds.
The moment she saw Ye Cheng's reply, Lin Baizhi felt as if her heart had been squeezed. Her breathing became rapid... Fortunately, the heart condition she had was cured many years ago, otherwise... she'd be in for a world of hurt right now.
"Asleep."
Lin Baizhi: "..."
You reply instantly while asleep?
The corner of Lin Baizhi's eye twitched almost imperceptibly; she seemed somewhat unable to hold back. But, thanks to years of accumulated knowledge and experience from her "Research on Non-Human Older Brother," she could now understand Ye Cheng's abstract behavior.
While not a hundred percent, understanding seventy or eighty percent was no problem.
For some reason, she felt nervous. A fine sweat had already appeared on Lin Baizhi's palms—a situation that was undoubtedly rare. Lin Baizhi's image at the company was that of a proper "tyrant."
Nervousness? She never even stuttered. During the Lin Group's annual meeting when Lin Baizhi gave her speech, her face was utterly calm and confident... completely unaffected by pressure. Instead, she alone on stage pressured the employees below.
Employees of the Lin Group below the stage: Damn it, even though President Lin is full of openings, why does it feel like making a move would get us instantly taken out!
Without a doubt, Lin Baizhi was successful. Not only did she leverage the family business passed down from her father, Lin Tianxiong, but she made it better and more outstanding!
The employees under the Lin Group probably couldn't even dream that their "tyrant" could have such a girlish, pressure-filled side.
"You're quite humorous, classmate."
Lin Baizhi sent a smiling emoji and then waited quietly...
Waited...
Waited...
Wai...
Silently, Lin Baizhi opened the red envelope interface, stuffed a "massive" 0.01 yuan red envelope inside, and clicked send!
"First Assault Hand Grandpa Niu from Flipping Garden has claimed your red envelope!"
Lin Baizhi: "..."
"Boss is generous! Wishing the boss good health, fortune as vast as the eastern sea, longevity matching the southern mountains, may your bottled iced tea always have a 'win another bottle,' may your instant noodles always have a 'win another pack'..."
After claiming the "massive" red envelope, Ye Cheng smoothly delivered his familiar chain of blessings. The earlier blessings sounded quite normal, but by the end, they became somewhat non-human. Iced tea and instant noodles were veteran performers.
Lin Baizhi: "What were you doing just now?"
Ye Cheng: "Sleeping."
Lin Baizhi: "???"
Lin Baizhi: "Then how are you awake now?"
Ye Cheng: "I'm not. I'm sleepwalking. The sleepwalking's over now, going back to sleep."
Lin Baizhi: "???"
The conversation ended there. Ye Cheng was "out of contact" again. No matter how many messages Lin Baizhi sent, Ye Cheng didn't reply, not even bothering to read them.
Silently... Lin Baizhi once again utilized her "money power," sending another 0.01 yuan "massive" red envelope to Ye Cheng, successfully summoning him once more.
"First Assault Hand Grandpa Niu from Flipping Garden has claimed your red envelope!"
Lin Baizhi: "..."
Sure enough, this trick still worked. After all these years, her brother's personality hadn't changed a bit. Lin Baizhi strongly suspected that if someone used a jar of coins, tossing one every few steps, they could probably lure Ye Cheng all the way to the South Pole.
Hey, don't say it, but you really shouldn't say it... her little secretary silently gives a thumbs up!
When a Sleeping Dragon meets a Young Phoenix, a wonderful chemical reaction occurs. The "Research on Non-Human Older Brother" handbook that took Lin Baizhi years to compile was merely the entry threshold for the little secretary. That's talent, and she's not taking apprentices!
Lin Baizhi learned her lesson this time. She wouldn't ask Ye Cheng why he didn't reply earlier, otherwise there was a high probability he'd leave a single sentence and then go "back to sleep." That one cent would be wasted, and she'd need to reset the "trap" to capture her brother again.
Lin Baizhi: "Classmate, can you tell me your name?"
Ye Cheng: "Grandpa Niu."
Lin Baizhi: "..."
Lin Baizhi: "Classmate, I'm being serious!"
Ye Cheng: "Do I not look serious right now?"
Lin Baizhi: "???"
Silently, Lin Baizhi opened the red envelope feature, set up a password red envelope—still the familiar one cent—stuffed it in, and clicked send!
"First Assault Hand Grandpa Niu from Flipping Garden has claimed your red envelope!"
Lin Baizhi, holding her phone, grinned widely, her smile lasting until she saw the password Ye Cheng entered to unlock the red envelope.
Question: "What is your name?"
Answer: "Belial."
And then... successfully claimed the red envelope.
Lin Baizhi: "..."
At a visible speed, Lin Baizhi's temperature seemed to rise. Her cheeks puffed up, chubby like an angry little pufferfish.
So annoying!
After all this time, she still wasn't a match for her brother. Stinky brother, bad brother, dumb brother...
Although it was a password red envelope, it was different from the usual kind. It didn't require copying the given password; instead, you needed to input an answer. This answer could be set or left open; either way, you could get the money inside.
To prevent Ye Cheng from giving up after a few failed attempts and "going to sleep," ignoring her, Lin Baizhi didn't set a fixed answer. Any input, even blank, would work. And yet... Ye Cheng hit her with "Belial."
She felt... during these years she hadn't been by Ye Cheng's side, her brother seemed to be walking further and further down a non-human path. There was still some distance to being a god, but he was already far from being a person.
Lin Baizhi knew she had to switch to a more "sincere" method to get Ye Cheng to honestly reveal his name.
So... red envelope!
"There's ten yuan in here. You tell me your name, and I'll tell you the password to unlock it." Lin Baizhi chose the most "sincere" tactic.
Pay up.
Ye Cheng sneered: "Hmph, you think I, Ye Cheng, would tell you just because of this?"
Lin Baizhi: "..."
"Password, Bai Zhi." Silently, Lin Baizhi told Ye Cheng the password for the ten-yuan red envelope.
"Bai Zhi!"
"First Assault Hand Grandpa Niu from Flipping Garden has claimed your red envelope!"
Although the process was a bit convoluted, she finally managed to wheedle the name out of her stinky brother's mouth. Sigh...
The password Lin Baizhi set was also a hint to Ye Cheng about her own name, Lin Baizhi... Bai Zhi, Bai Zhi (White Paper)!
The name was given by Lin Baizhi's mother, who passed away many years ago. White gardenia, pure as white paper... Unfortunately, Lin Baizhi took an unconventional path and had already become a "scheming woman," learning to play dumb as a child to get Ye Cheng to feed her imported snacks.
Lin Baizhi quietly waited for Ye Cheng to send over some questions, like... why the password "Bai Zhi"? Does it have any meaning? What a nice name, or something along those lines.
And then... five minutes passed, not a single hair of a message.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
Lin Baizhi: "Classmate Ye, are you still there?"
Lin Baizhi: "..."
Lin Baizhi seemed to be on the verge of losing it again. Seriously, he had zero curiosity. Any normal person would have followed up with more questions. Sorry... Ye Cheng was not a normal person.
Curious?
Curious my foot!
Ten bucks in hand, that's two and a half large bottles of iced black tea secured, woohoo (dancing happily)!!!
Logging off!!!
Ye Cheng, having collected the money, logged off straight away, not even bothering with Lin Baizhi anymore. Classmate Ye, are you still there... Still there my foot!
Shouldn't he be asleep at this hour?!
Without a doubt, Ye Cheng was a pragmatic man, so pragmatic that it was starting to get to Lin Baizhi. After several rounds of back-and-forth, Lin Baizhi finally reached her limit and video-called Ye Cheng!
"Ring, ring, ring..."
"Lin Meimei is inviting you to a video call!"
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
