"Brother Chen, when are you setting off?"
"No rush, no rush. Da Huang and the others haven’t returned yet."
"Um... how about I send someone to call them back? Shouldn’t you be leaving soon?"
"Look at you. I’m not even anxious, so why are you in such a hurry?"
Seven days had passed since Qin Shengtian’s appearance, and the Ancestor of the Qi Family now gazed at Chen Chang'an with an unreadable expression.
Seven days. A full seven days. Chen Chang'an had been feasting and drinking, nearly emptying the Qi Family’s storeroom.
"What’s wrong?"
"Feeling stingy now?"
"You were the one who said we could eat and drink as much as we wanted."
"Honestly, how can you be so petty?" Chen Chang'an shot the Ancestor of the Qi Family a displeased look.
Displeased?
You’re the one who’s displeased?
The Ancestor of the Qi Family’s eyes practically spat fire. Sure, those were his words, but damn it, who knew Chen Chang'an could eat so much?
This wasn’t ordinary food. A normal person wouldn’t—couldn’t—consume this much. Their body would’ve given out long ago. Even the Ancestor himself wouldn’t dare indulge so recklessly.
Yet here was Chen Chang'an, feasting for seven straight days without a care in the world. Did he even digest any of it?
"Chen Chang'an, do you realize even I wouldn’t dare eat this much?"
"Aren’t you afraid your body will explode?"
"Your strength is formidable, but your cultivation is only at the Golden Immortal realm."
"You—"
Mid-sentence, the Ancestor of the Qi Family suddenly fell silent, as if struck by a realization. Could this be the reason behind Chen Chang'an’s overwhelming power? That his body could endure energy levels far beyond anyone else’s?
If that were true, then if this kid ever broke through to the Immortal Emperor realm, wouldn’t he be invincible?
No—hell, he wouldn’t even need to reach Immortal Emperor. Immortal Venerable would be enough!
"Are you eating or not?"
"If you’re not, I’ll finish what’s left."
Chen Chang'an completely ignored the Ancestor’s words, his focus solely on the food and wine on the table.
"Eat!"
"Not eating would be a waste!"
"Wait—no, this is my Qi Family’s food. I can’t let you devour it all."
With a grit of his teeth, the Ancestor threw caution to the wind and began competing with Chen Chang'an for the remaining dishes and wine. Every bite reclaimed was a small victory.
Burp!
"Oh, you two... still eating, huh?"
At that moment, Da Huang and the other two finally reappeared after their days-long absence.
Chen Chang'an gave them an exasperated look. Yi Tuo remained dutifully in his role as a mount, while Da Huang and Little Viper—once sworn enemies—now slung their arms over each other’s shoulders like the best of brothers.
"Had fun?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Big bro, so much fun! Haven’t had this much fun in ages," Da Huang exclaimed excitedly.
"Hehehe, yeah, it was great," Yi Tuo chimed in with a silly grin.
"Godfather, this time, I truly broadened my horizons. Who knew brothels could be such wondrous places?"
"All thanks to Big Bro Da Huang for showing me the ropes."
"Come on, we’re brothers now. No need for formalities. Next time, I’ll take you again."
"Many thanks, Big Bro Da Huang."
"No need, Little Viper."
Indeed, when two former rivals discover shared interests, they quickly become inseparable. Now, Da Huang and Little Viper were thick as thieves—partners in crime, utterly inseparable.
"They’re calling each other brothers now."
"What about you?" Chen Chang'an glanced at Yi Tuo, still grinning foolishly.
"Hehehe, I’m happy just tagging along for the food and drinks."
"Don’t care what they think of me." Yi Tuo was content as long as there was something to eat and drink.
"Brother Chen, did you teach them all this?" The Ancestor of the Qi Family finally voiced his burning question.
"Me? Of course not!"
"Do you know the phrase ‘a gentleman of integrity’?"
"Naturally."
"That’s me."
"I don’t believe you."
"Then don’t, damn it!"
Chen Chang'an couldn’t be bothered to address the Ancestor’s biased views. The world had too many misconceptions about him.
Who could truly comprehend his greatness?
"Alright, they’re back now. Let’s call it a day on the food."
Hearing this, the Ancestor’s eyes lit up. Was this lord finally leaving?
"Got any spirit stones?" Chen Chang'an asked the Ancestor.
Spirit stones?
What now?
What are you planning this time?
"When they left, they borrowed 10,000 mid-grade spirit stones from me."
"Are you going to pay me back?" the Ancestor asked.
"Nope. I was actually hoping to borrow some more."
"After all that eating, I think... I need to go into seclusion."
"But I’ll need some spirit stones for that," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
The Ancestor gave him a skeptical look. You’re the Grand Elder of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect, and you don’t have spirit stones? You’re borrowing from me?
"You don’t have any?"
"Of course I do."
"Then why not use your own?"
"Don’t want to. So... I’ll borrow yours."
"Damn it!"
Shameless!
Absolutely shameless!
You won’t spend your own, so you’re eyeing the Qi Family’s spirit stones?
Have you no dignity?
Not only did you not repay the last loan, but now you want more?
"Well? Are you lending or not?"
"Hold on—you’re the one asking to borrow, yet you’re acting this entitled?"
"Old Qi, let me tell you something. Borrowing from you is me doing you a favor."
"You think I don’t have other friends? That I can’t borrow from them?"
"Plenty of people are lining up to lend me spirit stones. I’m only asking you because we’re close. Understand?"
"Fine. If it’s such a hassle, forget it. I won’t borrow, alright?"
With that, Chen Chang'an turned to leave. The Ancestor hastily grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"Look at you, getting all worked up."
"I never said I wouldn’t lend, did I?"
"I’ll lend, alright? I’ll lend!"
Satisfied, Chen Chang'an nodded. "Just so you know, I might not return these spirit stones anytime soon."
"Better brace yourself for that."
"No problem. Return them whenever you feel like it."
"I’m in no hurry."
"Good. That’s more like it. Get ready—I’m going into seclusion."
"Alright, wait here. I’ll prepare them now."
Once the Ancestor left, Da Huang and the other two looked at Chen Chang'an with admiration.
That’s our big bro for you!
Even borrowing money with such audacity, and still making the Ancestor of the Qi Family comply without a fuss.
A true role model!
"Big bro!"
"You’ve got to teach me this trick."
"Next time I need to borrow money, I’m doing it just like this," Da Huang said excitedly.
"You?"
"Not happening."
"Why not?"
"You don’t have any friends!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
