【Wang Haoran OffiCial: Bro Bai, I’m sweating buckets】
【Crispy White Goose: ?】
【Crispy White Goose: Told you before, you should get out and exercise sometime. Don’t be the guy who’s drenched in sweat just from "rewarding" himself in the dorm.】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: ??】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: What the hell—no, I mean, remember after we parted ways at Tianrong Ancient City? Hu went to a bar with the locals, right? He hit on a girl who’s apparently a hardcore "teardrop" type...】
【Crispy White Goose: How hardcore?】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: Loves Kuromi, Monster Energy, knife modifications...】
【Crispy White Goose: [White Goose_ThumbsUp]】
【Crispy White Goose: Life’s complete.】
【Crispy White Goose: Quick, send Hu some beginner’s guide to "teardrop" culture. With his IQ, he’ll get it.】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: LMAO, if even Meme Encyclopedia says so... Will he really?】
【Crispy White Goose: Well, he uses Sennheiser headphones, so he’s gotta be sharper than those Magotan-driving dudes... right?】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: [Eternal Taffy_Indeed]】
Wang Haoran put down his phone.
He glanced at Chu Mingzhe.
His eyes filled with pity.
Ah, Bro Bai really values loyalty—still trying to save his roommate from cringe.
A true troll would’ve just watched the train wreck.
So Wang Haoran found an explainer video and tossed it into the dorm group chat.
Then left it at that.
Meanwhile, Su Bai was soaking in the tub of his hillside duplex.
...
And just as Su Bai lounged in the bath, Zhou Jialu arrived.
...
"Isn’t massage the maid’s job?"
"They’re just playing around—zero therapeutic value. Mine’s professional technique."
"Really professional?"
"Mhm!"
Zhou Jialu nodded proudly.
As if those days of butler training hadn’t crammed her head full of absurd skills.
Ridiculous. More practical than spy school.
Su Bai could tell Zhou Jialu was flexing her skills, lowkey spurred by competition with the Wan sisters.
What the girls call "fierce femme rivalry."
Yay, femme-on-femme combat!
It’s simple logic.
Say a guy’s got two girls chasing him—they’ll inevitably one-up each other to prove who can spoil him better.
The man’s role? Smile and enjoy the show.
"You can’t stop me from upgrading, can you?"
...
What nonsense!
This was classic Su Bai—so shameless it looped back to hilarious.
Things often reverse at extremes; his over-the-top audacity made it hard for Zhou Jialu to even dislike him.
Transparently rakish, yet undeniably capable of supporting a whole harem of beauties.
...
The patter of the shower blended with the soft music from the bathroom’s built-in sound system, weaving a cocoon of romantic tranquility.
This luxury was next-level—Zhou Jialu had never imagined bathing could feel this decadent.
Most homes don’t wire surround sound into their bathrooms during renovations.
It takes specialized acoustics, custom layouts.
With audio gear, environmental tuning makes or breaks the experience.
This kind of special renovation is quite expensive.
It goes to show that the specifications of the mountain-water townhouse are truly top-tier.
Su Bai mused that once he picked out a villa, he’d also install premium audio systems in the bathroom.
Speaking of which, with 200 million in cash now at his disposal, he felt that after buying a property in Jiangcheng, his funds would continue to grow—enough to consider investing in luxury real estate in first-tier cities.
Hmm, not just domestically.
Eventually, he’d buy a luxury home in every "first-tier city" around the world.
He wanted to experience different climates, cultures, and landscapes.
Truth be told, Su Bai was genuinely interested in this.
He’d loved studying geography since childhood.
"Hey, junior, why aren’t you paying attention?"
...
The next day.
Early morning.
Su Bai woke up at 6:30 and by 7 a.m., he was already darting around the members-only pool at the Ascott Residence Plaza.
Like a diligent barracuda.
Barracuda is a fish that’s perfect for braising. Mid-swim, Su Bai thought of it and messaged the Ascott’s guest services from the poolside, requesting braised barracuda for breakfast.
They replied promptly, assuring him the Chinese restaurant would prepare it.
Eating braised fish for breakfast might sound odd, but not really.
After all, morning-market fish are always the freshest.
And Su Bai’s appetite was unstoppable.
Freshly killed and braised barracuda, paired with a bowl of hot dry noodles.
Pure satisfaction.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
