The hotpot was finished.
If you were to ask Wan Xinyan for her assessment, aside from the high-quality ingredients and the excellent soup base, there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about it. In fact, the soup base was almost too good—it belonged to that category of being delicious but lacking a trace of that gritty, authentic street-side flavor.
Simply put, it wasn't rough enough...
It was like reading those trashy power-fantasy web novels; you had to read them on a phone screen. If you read them on an E-ink reader, it just felt too formal.
Hearing Wan Xinyan's theory, Su Bai laughed for a good while.
"Brother Su Bai, what are you laughing at..." Wan Xinyan lay on Su Bai, pouting slightly and acting coquettish.
"Nothing." Su Bai just smiled and didn't say more. Actually, it was normal to go through this phase. To put it simply, small hole-in-the-wall places went heavy on the seasoning, so expensive meals could indeed seem a bit bland in comparison.
However, Su Bai soon realized that Wan Xinyan wasn't just acting cute for the sake of it. She seemed to be trying to shift his attention to...
Ah, right.
Fed and watered, it was time to exchange some affection.
So, Su Bai decisively ordered Yueyue to drive, while he carried Yanyan to the back seat of the GLE.
The Jesko could be picked up tomorrow by whoever was free; there were plenty of people at home anyway.
...
...
By the time the Wan Sisters were completely drained of energy, Su Bai suddenly realized something.
This nanny's room... putting aside the abstract attribute of the "Wan Sisters having an inexplicable maid fetish regarding the nanny's room," actually had another advantage.
It had wet and dry separation.
Yeah, only those with experience would understand.
...
However, there was no place left for Su Bai to sleep in this room. No matter. He would just head back to the master bedroom and take a shower.
What a decadent life.
But just as he got to the bathroom, before he could start washing, a voice call came in from Yangyang.
"Su Bai, I'm finally done with the social event... Ugh, I'm so tired. Staying at home or exercising with you is definitely happier, hehe."
"What are you giggling about... It's getting late, look at the time. Go home and get your beauty sleep," Su Bai teased.
In reality, she was an eighteen-year-old girl, fresh and tender. Staying up late occasionally didn't matter; her metabolism recovered quickly.
Yangyang's daily lifestyle was actually quite healthy.
"I feel like I can't sleep. I drank a little wine with some old friends just now. Hmm... I only dared to hang out with them after you went off to do you-know-what with you-know-who. Su Bai, you were so handsome today. Wuu, if I were with you, I would definitely..."
Speaking of her reaction, Yangyang immediately became too shy to speak.
In traditional thinking, a girl having naughty thoughts was considered a bit improper, and at heart, Yangyang was still very traditional and maidenly.
"By the way, Su Bai, I heard you're starting a clothing brand? Count me in when you do, I want to play too~"
"What the hell? A clothing brand? Who told you that?" Su Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"My friends said so. Are they wrong?"
"It's not a brand. I just want to acquire a company to customize clothes for myself."
Su Bai figured the small circle he had just joined held him in too high regard, and as the word spread, it turned into him founding a clothing brand.
It was understandable; everyone was drunk, and talking nonsense was normal.
By tomorrow morning, the rumor might evolve into "Su Bai plans to restructure the clothing industry, punching Uniqlo and kicking ZARA."
He couldn't entirely blame them, though. After all, the image Su Bai projected was one of ridiculous wealth.
After chatting for a while, Yangyang's voice suddenly sounded a bit disappointed, mixed with a young girl's clinginess: "Su Bai, I can't sleep... I want to come find you."
"Sure, I'm not sleepy anyway." Su Bai thought about his body, which had undergone intermediate enhancement. An hour or so of sleep a day was enough. It would be a waste not to become a master of time management.
"Then, where should we go..."
"Come to Ascott. Haven't you always said you wanted to visit the Landscape Duplex? You wanted to see the gaming room and furniture I set up."
"Eh? But they are all there..."
"What are you afraid of? They're all asleep. Just attack in your Yangyang form. Come over, and I'll treat you to a bath."
"Pfft!"
What the hell kind of invite is "treat you to a bath"... On the other end of the phone, Liu Chenyang burst into clear laughter.
However, thinking about it carefully, it kind of made sense. The bathroom specifications at the Landscape Duplex were definitely high enough to be sold as a standalone spa experience.
And bathing with Su Bai... Mm-hmm...
The more Yangyang thought about it, the more excited she got. She decisively agreed, rushed back to her rental, changed into the dress Su Bai loved most and little goose-yellow cotton socks, let her hair down over her shoulders, put on a mask, and headed out.
She had seen the interior photos of the Landscape Duplex that Su Bai had sent her, and to be honest, she was quite interested.
Decoration was something Liu Chenyang found very interesting. It was just that at home, her dad had the final say on renovations. Since the elders paid for it, their aesthetic had to be respected.
This included most of the furniture and appliances, which were largely traditional models, whereas Liu Chenyang preferred things to be more smart and automated.
In this regard, her taste matched Su Bai's perfectly.
The villa Su Bai bought for himself in the future would definitely be something she loved, too. Hmm...
Liu Chenyang had always wanted to visit the Landscape Duplex, but there were always people there, and she was shy.
Now was indeed a great opportunity; the girls were asleep, it was late at night, and both she and Su Bai were wide awake.
Thinking about the various wonderful adventures that might happen in the bathroom with Su Bai, Liu Chenyang's body temperature couldn't stop rising. Combined with the effects of the alcohol, she felt a bit floaty.
Su Bai was the best.
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
