Stepping out of the hospital ward, An Yi took a bite of an apple as he walked, scanning his surroundings.
This was a hospital—patients were everywhere. He pondered whether he could pick up some extra cash on the side.
Appendicitis, acute gastroenteritis, migraines, hemorrhoids, irregular menstruation...
An Yi swept his gaze across the entire floor before tossing the apple core aside, ready to give up.
These minor ailments didn’t even warrant his intervention.
Continuing his search would be like fishing for a needle in the ocean.
Meanwhile.
A bespectacled young man peeked out cautiously from around the stairwell corner.
He held a notebook, sketching a few flowcharts.
After much deliberation, he still couldn’t figure out why An Yi was peering into every ward.
This guy was as baffling as ever.
Chen Bing shook his head after drawing several versions, then crossed out the flowcharts with his pen.
An ordinary person’s lifespan was, at most, a hundred years—but he had been reincarnating for a thousand, equivalent to ten lifetimes.
During those endless cycles of time, Chen Bing had wandered nearly every corner of the Earth out of sheer boredom.
But with over seven billion people on the planet, he couldn’t possibly know every single one.
The Great Xia Nation alone had 1.4 billion!
An Yi was merely an intriguing passerby he had stumbled upon by chance, which piqued his interest enough to study him for nearly ten reincarnations.
Of course, he never would’ve guessed that this guy would turn out to be the key to ending his cycle of rebirth!!!
If only he had gathered more data over a few more cycles.
Chen Bing sighed faintly.
Based on the current analysis, this kid was still an enigma.
What kind of lousy doctor are you? And you call yourself a deputy director?!
"Miss Tang, I’m sorry, but given the current condition, we can only treat your grandfather with milder traditional Chinese medicine."
"Chinese medicine?! Are you out of your mind?! The Great Qing Nation is long gone, and you’re still peddling this scam?! If anything happens to my grandfather, I’ll tear this hospital down!"
Inside the VIP ward.
A ponytailed girl with striking features was in a furious rage, screaming at the deputy director with unrestrained fury.
On the hospital bed lay an elderly man with an imposing demeanor, now pale-faced and grimacing in pain. Even a layman could tell his condition was critical.
The deputy director’s forehead was drenched in sweat, enduring the verbal onslaught without daring to retort.
He was truly helpless!
The old man’s heart was failing—there was simply no cure!
Though he didn’t know the Tang family’s exact background, the deputy director could tell from their appearance that they were people of influence.
And with the girl’s fiery temper, things could get ugly...
Tang Xiaoya watched her grandfather’s deteriorating state with mounting panic.
They had been on their way back from visiting relatives in Yunzhou City when, while passing through Jiangbei City, her grandfather suddenly fell ill.
And these so-called doctors in Jiangbei couldn’t do a damn thing! Resorting to Chinese medicine of all things!
As a fresh graduate, she felt utterly lost in this situation.
"What’s going on here?"
An Yi strolled in with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of calm authority.
The deputy director spotted him and immediately shot him a warning look.
Kid, this isn’t the time to show off—you’ll get caught in the crossfire!
Can’t you see this is the eye of the storm?!
Tang Xiaoya cast a cold glance at An Yi.
Already seething with frustration, she had no patience for some random guy barging in.
An Yi sized her up.
Her delicate features were accentuated by light makeup, her beauty undeniable.
Dressed in a white tracksuit, her figure wasn’t fully visible, but he estimated she’d score at least an 8.5 out of 10.
Chen Bing, who had been tailing An Yi, froze momentarily upon seeing Tang Xiaoya.
Why is she here? According to the timeline, she should still be in Yunzhou City yesterday.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"
Tang Xiaoya didn’t hold back, immediately launching into a tirade.
An Yi frowned slightly.
Honestly, he wasn’t fond of hot-tempered women like her.
Compared to someone gentle and serene like Lan Ruoxi or adorably naive like Shen Muxuan, she wasn’t his type.
"I’m here to treat your grandfather. If you’d rather let him die, I’ll walk away right now," An Yi snapped.
"You?!"
Tang Xiaoya looked him up and down with undisguised disdain.
Dressed in cheap clothes and sandals—he looked like some street punk!
But the deputy director’s eyes lit up with hope. "Mr. An, y-you can help?"
In his eyes, the old man was already beyond saving—modern medicine had no solution.
They were just waiting for the inevitable.
Yet An Yi claimed he could treat him!
Maybe this kid really could do it!
The deputy director’s face flushed with excitement. He had personally witnessed An Yi’s miraculous acupuncture skills!
Seeing the deputy director’s reverence toward An Yi, Tang Xiaoya’s expression shifted, a glimmer of hope surfacing.
This man was the deputy director, one of the top doctors in the hospital. If he held An Yi in such high regard, maybe there was a chance!
"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please, if you can save my grandfather, the Tang family will reward you handsomely!" Tang Xiaoya said earnestly.
An Yi glanced at her, then checked the old man’s pulse before stating flatly, "You got him here just in time. He can be saved."
The deputy director nearly jumped for joy. "Then we leave it to you, Mr. An!"
"Easy. But first, let’s get this straight—this is a life-saving procedure. My fee is 100,000."
An Yi pulled out a set of silver needles from his sleeve.
Tang Xiaoya’s eyes widened. "What are you doing? Acupuncture?!"
"What else?" An Yi rolled his eyes.
"Are you insane?! Using some TV drama nonsense on my grandfather?! If anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you!"
Tang Xiaoya’s chest heaved with anger as she gritted her teeth.
This woman is insufferable.
An Yi put the needles away. "Fine, let him die then. I’m not treating him."
"N-no, Mr. An! Saving a life is a noble deed—please don’t be rash!" The deputy director panicked.
"Then I’m raising my price. One million," An Yi said casually.
Tang Xiaoya’s face twisted in outrage. "A million?! You’re just a scammer preying on us! Chinese medicine is all a fraud!"
In this world, traditional Chinese medicine had been reduced to a half-baked pseudoscience, no better than snake oil in the eyes of most people.
Entrusting her grandfather to someone like this? Unthinkable!
"X-Xiaoya... don’t be... unreasonable..."
The old man struggled to speak, his breathing labored as he looked at An Yi. "My granddaughter... has a temper... Please... proceed..."
Tang Xiaoya glared at An Yi. "If you actually cure my grandfather, I’ll give you five million!"
"Deal."
An Yi met her gaze coolly. "But once he’s healed, you’ll say ‘Chinese medicine is not a fraud’—a hundred times."
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
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!
