Ye Cheng jolted upright from his deathbed-like slump, practically launching himself off the bed, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the chat log on his phone.
Not a word was said—smack!—
Twenty thousand yuan was instantly transferred to him. What kind of power move was this?
"Is this enough?"
Xia Tongxin’s voice, soft and slightly tearful, came through the phone. She was still asking if it was sufficient. When Ye Cheng didn’t respond, she assumed he thought the amount was too small and promptly sent another twenty thousand.
"Enough now?"
Another twenty thousand.
"Enough?"
Twenty thousand more…
"Enough?"
Twenty…
"Enough?"
Ye Cheng: "???"
Ye Cheng’s face turned pale. Holy hell, am I accidentally scamming a minor into reckless spending?
Wait, no—this was already over a hundred grand. Enough to land him in prison for years.
Never in his wildest dreams had Ye Cheng imagined such absurd wealth would drop straight into his lap. Sometimes fortune arrived out of nowhere—the only downside being it might come with a side of state-provided meals behind bars.
Too scared to touch a single cent (poverty had left its scars), Ye Cheng immediately refunded every transfer, terrified she’d keep asking "Is it enough?" He hurriedly typed back:
"It’s enough, it’s enough! Stop sending money! I’ll play with you, little girl. Let’s finish up and go to bed early, okay? You’re gonna have me dining on taxpayer-funded meals at this rate…"
Meanwhile, in Macau.
Xia Tongxin sniffled, her eyes red as she stared at her phone, watching Ye Cheng refund every transfer one after another.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. With a flick of her million-dollar-a-minute fingers, she sent another hundred thousand.
This was the maximum single transfer limit on WeChat—not Xia Tongxin’s limit. The balance in her account might as well have been her ID number; the moment she spent a sum, interest replenished it instantly.
In Macau, money moved from her left pocket to her right without her even noticing. To her, wealth was meaningless.
In simpler terms: I have no interest in money.
Ye Cheng was bragging. Xia Tongxin was stating facts. But Ye Cheng thought she was exaggerating, while Xia Tongxin assumed he was serious.
In a way, their misunderstanding was eerily harmonious.
The freshly sent hundred thousand was instantly refunded. Xia Tongxin’s pretty brows knitted together, deep in thought—how could she send more? If she did, Ye Cheng would surely accept her challenge, and all it cost her were meaningless numbers.
The most profitable deal imaginable.
"Alright, alright, sis—stop sending money! I’m still young. While state-provided meals sound nice, I’d rather earn them through exams, not handcuffs. Fine, I’ll duel you right now. Let’s go, immediately!"
Ye Cheng’s words stumbled out in panic.
He’d figured it out: if he didn’t satisfy this ultra-rich little girl tonight, she’d probably drain her parents’ accounts dry.
By morning, her family would wake up to financial ruin.
Holy demon-child apocalypse!
This was not a drill…
That said, her family had to be loaded. No normal kid could casually throw around sums like this without a clue what money even meant.
Xia Tongxin, still brainstorming ways to flood Ye Cheng with more "numbers," suddenly saw his message—no more transfers needed, the duel was on.
She sniffled excitedly, hastily pressing the voice message button with her tear-dampened fingers:
"Hurry up! I’ll invite you—sniffle, sniffle…"
Ye Cheng: "…"
The tactic worked. Or maybe Xia Tongxin was just too easily distracted. The mention of a duel instantly wiped the money-sending from her mind, her teary eyes now blazing with competitive fire.
She would win. She would redeem herself. She would—
Minutes later.
Xia Tongxin stared at her exploded Nexus, eyes welling up, nose red, a tiny strand of snot dangling.
Her lips trembled stubbornly, fighting back tears—until she lost the battle and burst into loud sobs.
"Waaah! This round doesn’t count! Sniffle… I blinked wrong, waaah…!"
Ye Cheng: "…"
"It’s getting late, kiddo. Let’s call it a night and try again tomorrow, okay?" Ye Cheng pleaded, desperate to escape.
Xia Tongxin said nothing. Instead, she resumed transferring money—coolly dropping another few hundred grand, even more than before.
Ye Cheng felt the "dream" creeping closer. Prison cuisine beckoned…
NO!!!
Defeated, Ye Cheng agreed to a rematch.
Minutes later.
Xia Tongxin’s Nexus detonated. Again.
"Waaah! Doesn’t count! My… my hands weren’t warmed up… sniffle…"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Fine. Again.
Minutes later.
Boom. Nexus.
"Waaah! My phone died! I was charging it—sniffle, sniffle…!"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Minutes later…
Xia. Waterworks. Boom. Got it?
"Waaah! I—"
Before she could launch into another excuse, Ye Cheng cut her off.
"I know. But this time, it’s not because of cold hands, lag, bad Wi-Fi, dead battery, overheating, sweaty fingers, potato servers, frame drops, or misclicks…"
A long silence followed. Finally, a voice message arrived:
"Sorry… Can we… do one more? Just one? Please? Pretty please…?"
Xia Tongxin’s voice was sugary sweet, accompanied by a "Puppy Eyes" sticker.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Unable to resist, he surrendered.
Ugh, fine. Let the brat win once. It’s not like she’ll do anything crazy…
Minutes later.
Ye Cheng threw the match flawlessly—so convincingly that even Xia Tongxin’s IQ couldn’t detect the act.
"Alright, kiddo, I’m kinda tired now, so—"
"Silence! How dare a puny weakling like you speak to me like that? Look who won now, you stinky loser~!"
Xia Tongxin’s demeanor had flipped entirely—gone was the pitiful sniffling, replaced by smug arrogance as she hurled "loser" after "loser."
Ye Cheng: "???"
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?!
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?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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!
