On the other side.
Su Bai drove his car, accompanied by the twin beauties, to the riverside embankment.
In autumn, the outdoor scenery of Jiangcheng was quite pleasant.
The weather had gradually cooled, making it comfortable to stay outside without feeling too hot.
Holding hands with the sisters, Su Bai strolled along the grassy path, listening to Wan Xinyan share amusing stories from their art college.
It had to be said—even within the same university, life could vary drastically between majors.
For instance, those studying broadcasting and hosting had to practice vocal exercises every morning.
Dance majors, on the other hand, had to strictly control their weight.
Rumor had it that the dance department’s teachers had issued an ultimatum:
No one was allowed to gain weight during the Mid-Autumn and National Day holidays.
Upon their return, the teachers would set up a scale in the girls’ dormitory and weigh each student one by one.
Those who failed the check wouldn’t be allowed back into their rooms.
Compared to the dance students, Su Bai felt life for regular majors was downright indulgent.
After all, Jiangcheng University had a relatively relaxed atmosphere, encouraging students to pursue their own paths.
Unless their major demanded it, students were free to decide how to spend their days.
But many lacked the discipline to make the most of that freedom.
Su Bai didn’t consider himself exceptional, but at least he’d sought advice from seniors when he first enrolled.
Aside from attending classes, he followed a self-study plan in his dorm, learning practical skills.
His goal was to master some useful knowledge by the second half of next year and try to land a spot as a lab assistant.
After that, he’d look into internships, send out resumes, and gain work experience during breaks…
For kids from ordinary backgrounds, securing a decent job required extra effort.
Of course, after binding with the "Extravagance Tycoon System," all those plans had been overturned…
"We actually have a lot of free time in broadcasting, Su Bai. If you ever want company, you can always call us," Wan Xinyan said, clinging to his arm and bouncing excitedly.
"Yeah, my sister and I are usually available."
...
Su Bai’s thoughts began to wander.
"We’ve walked quite a bit—I’m a little tired. Let’s head back to the car for a while."
"Sure, sounds good!"
The Mercedes GLE was parked in a secluded spot under the shade of trees.
The riverside embankment was already sparsely populated, and this location was especially discreet.
Coupled with the tinted windows, no one outside could see what was happening inside.
Even so, the outdoor setting made the Wan sisters—who were alone with a guy for the first time—a little nervous.
Beep beep~
Su Bai unlocked the car, opened the rear door, and slid into the middle seat before gesturing for them to join.
The two girls immediately understood, climbing in from either side and shutting the doors behind them.
The locks clicked into place.
The enclosed space blocked out the autumn sunlight.
...
"Su Bai, you make us feel so safe."
...
A long while later.
Su Bai leaned back against the car’s leather seats and pulled an ice-cold cola from the built-in fridge.
Gulp, gulp…
Refreshing!
"So, Young Master Su, was it to your satisfaction?"
Wan Xinyan teased in a playful, period-drama tone, grinning.
"Very much so," Su Bai replied with genuine praise.
...
Even the system had rewarded him twice in a row—proof of their excellence!
"Does that mean we’ve earned the right to stay by your side long-term?"
"Mmm… you passed the first round."
"And when’s the next round?"
"During our trip in a few days. If you perform well, there’ll be rewards."
He pinched their cheeks and dangled the carrot.
Admittedly, "empty promises" were something modern women despised—but Su Bai was so filthy rich that even if he delivered only 10% of what he promised, it would still be wealth far beyond what the sisters could ever dream of.
Wan Xinyan immediately vowed, "Don’t worry, Su Bai. We’ll make sure you’re happy, hehe~"
After finishing his cola, Su Bai lazily opened the system interface to check the two rewards he’d just received.

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!

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.”

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!