【Jade Beauty Elixir】
Effects: Beautifies and nourishes the skin, whitens and rejuvenates, fights aging.
An Yi stared at the description, feeling a headache coming on.
What’s the point of this? Cosmetics? Would anyone even buy it?
Just some random stuff to smear on your face—how much money could it possibly make?!
Lost in thought, An Yi casually pulled out his phone and searched for information about cosmetics.
Then, his mind went completely blank.
Holy shit! Top-tier cosmetic companies are worth tens of billions!!!
In an instant, An Yi’s brain buzzed awake.
He suddenly remembered a lecture from his first year in university, something a professor had said.
In terms of consumer spending, the ranking goes: women > children > elderly > dogs > men!
Women account for 70-80% of total consumer spending!
How had he never realized this before?!
Well, he hadn’t fully adjusted to this world’s worldview yet. He’d forgotten that here,
women held far higher status than he’d imagined—they were the main drivers of consumption!
Damn it!
An Yi’s gaze burned as he looked at the Jade Beauty Elixir in his system.
He knew the system might be trash, but the rewards it gave were usually top-notch!
Except for that berserk skill that casually wiped out ten years of his lifespan, of course.
If it claimed to beautify and rejuvenate, the effects couldn’t be half bad.
White Angelica, Ink Orchid Root, Black Nightshade…
An Yi skimmed the recipe, frowning slightly.
With his Level 4 medical skills, most of these ingredients could be bought in the real world.
But one key ingredient—Star Grass—left him stumped. He’d never even heard of it.
He searched on his phone for a while but found nothing.
Guess I’ll have to ask a doctor.
With that thought, An Yi didn’t hesitate. He headed straight for Jiangbei City Hospital.
Some things are better left to the experts.
"Doctor, my husband—"
In the hallway of Jiangbei City Hospital, a woman in her thirties clutched the arm of a young doctor, her face tense with worry.
The young doctor forced a smile. "Don’t worry, the attending physician is Director Zheng, our hospital’s president. He’s the best—everything will be fine."
The woman exhaled slightly, but her eyes remained clouded with fear.
Nearby, several rescue workers in dusty uniforms stepped forward to comfort her.
"Don’t worry, sis. Brother Wu will pull through."
"We’ve heard of Director Zheng—he’s the top neurologist in Jiangbei City. His skills are unmatched."
On the other side of the hallway, a group of young people stood impatiently, clearly tired of waiting.
"Sorry, rescue team guys, we won’t be so reckless in the future. But we’ve got stuff to do—can we just leave?"
A bespectacled young man who looked like a refined scumbag spoke up.
"Leave? Because of you brats, Old Wu ended up like this! You little—"
One of the rescue workers, Old Chen, was so furious he lunged at the glasses-wearing punk.
"Old Chen, don’t hit him!"
"Chen, we can’t resort to violence!"
The other rescue workers quickly restrained Old Chen, whose face was flushed with rage.
Just then, the critically injured Old Wu was wheeled out of the emergency room.
"Director Zheng, my husband—"
The woman’s voice trembled as she took in Director Zheng’s grim expression. A terrible premonition gripped her.
After a long pause, Director Zheng spoke hoarsely. "Mr. Wu is out of immediate danger, but due to severe head trauma and acute brain damage, he’ll likely…"
"Become… a vegetable?" The woman’s voice shook.
Director Zheng remained silent before finally nodding with difficulty.
The woman’s vision swam. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed in a dead faint.
"Sis!"
The rescue team rushed to catch her.
"Doctor, isn’t there anything else you can do?" Old Chen asked desperately.
Director Zheng sighed.
"If Zhang Fan were here, there might be a sliver of hope. But he…"
At the mention of the name, Director Zheng’s face darkened, his hands trembling.
He’d been blind to ever trust that bastard!
"We’re really sorry things turned out this way!"
The bespectacled youth adjusted his glasses, his tone apologetic but his eyes devoid of remorse.
"This is all your fault!"
Old Chen couldn’t accept the reality of his sworn brother becoming a vegetable. His entire body shook with fury.
A blond-haired kid beside the bespectacled guy scoffed. "He fell off a cliff—how’s that our problem?"
"You—!"
Old Chen’s face turned crimson.
The other rescue workers looked just as furious.
These kids were university students.
Two days ago, they’d gone on some reckless adventure to a dangerous cliff. After getting lost at the summit, they’d called for rescue.
When help arrived, the students lied about having no water, claiming they were starving and dehydrated. The rescue team had no choice but to share half their water supply.
With several still stranded at the summit, the team had to keep climbing.
The limited water wasn’t enough. Old Wu, deprived of hydration under the scorching sun, suffered heatstroke during the climb, passed out, and fell—leading to his critical injuries.
After the rescue, the team discovered the first batch of students they’d saved were leisurely picnicking, their backpacks stuffed with water and snacks.
They weren’t dehydrated at all!
They’d even been brewing tea like it was a vacation!
"If you hadn’t lied about having no water, if we hadn’t given you our supply, Old Wu wouldn’t have collapsed from dehydration!"
Another rescue worker growled.
The only girl in the group retorted righteously, "We were just being cautious! It’s so hot—what if we ran out?"
"This is your job. If something goes wrong, are you seriously blaming us?"
"Yeah, him turning into a vegetable isn’t directly our fault. If anything, it’s because your team wasn’t professional enough!"
Hearing their shameless excuses, Old Chen and the others turned livid.
These were rough-and-tumble rescue workers, used to saving lives—not arguing with spoiled brats who spent their days stirring up drama.
"Don’t hit them. Remember who we are—look at the uniforms we’re wearing!"
One of the rescue workers gritted his teeth, barely holding back.
The others clenched their fists, eyes burning with rage, but they swallowed their fury.
The bespectacled youth, tired of pretending, dropped the act. His voice turned icy.
"You’re all just bottom-feeders anyway. We’re students at Donghai University—you know, a top-tier institution? We’re the future pillars of society. Our lives are worth way more than you grunts. Saving us was the right call."
THUD!
Out of nowhere, An Yi appeared behind him.
With a vicious kick to the back, he sent the bespectacled punk face-first into the wall, then grinned like a demon.
"If your lives are so valuable, then killing you must be pure satisfaction."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?!
