An Yi casually reassured her, "Don't worry, if your face really gets ruined, I’ll take care of you from now on!"
Lan Ruoxi froze for a moment, her eyes flickering with something akin to hope.
Beside them, Ding Renfeng let out a faint sigh.
This girl was placing herself far too low.
The surrounding students couldn’t help but glance their way.
Lan Ruoxi already had stunning looks, and now that she’d been pressured by this loser to smear some mud-like substance on her face, they were all curious about the results.
"Ready? I’m going to peel it off now," An Yi asked softly.
Lan Ruoxi stared at him intently, biting her lower lip before nodding.
An Yi leaned closer and carefully peeled off the jade-like mask formed by the Yu Yan Ye ointment. "How does it feel?"
"Very comfortable, so moist… Is my face okay?" Lan Ruoxi asked nervously.
An Yi studied her face and momentarily lost himself in thought.
Truthfully, hardly anyone’s face could be called flawless—most had at least minor imperfections.
With a bare face, as long as one’s features were decent and without major flaws, they could be called a goddess. After makeup, anyone could pass as a beauty.
But the Lan Ruoxi before him now, even without makeup, was undeniably flawless.
Her skin was like porcelain—smooth, luminous, and impossibly delicate. This natural radiance was something no cosmetic could ever replicate.
The students around them gasped, their jaws dropping in shock.
Lan Ruoxi, flustered, pulled out a compact mirror from her bag and froze the moment she saw her reflection.
"Is… is this really me?" she whispered in disbelief.
She had always been confident in her complexion, but she never imagined it could look this breathtaking!
"Boss, I want a bottle!"
"Me too! Give me three—no, four bottles!"
"Boss, I have acne scars—I’ve been so insecure because of them. Please sell me one!"
In an instant, students swarmed the stall, clamoring to get their hands on the product.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
If he’d known, he would’ve just demonstrated it on a face from the start. Real results were better than any advertisement—his product was the real deal!
Ding Renfeng and the others watched, barely containing their laughter.
With this many buyers, this business was more profitable than robbery!
"Sorry, sorry, we’re closed for today!"
Just as An Yi was about to dive into sales mode, Lan Ruoxi mustered her courage and stepped forward, blocking the way with a timid voice.
An Yi was baffled. "Huh? Why not sell now?" he whispered.
"These are diluted versions—they cost almost nothing to make," Lan Ruoxi chided him gently.
These clueless straight guys might not understand, but as a girl, Lan Ruoxi knew exactly how revolutionary this product was.
Frankly speaking, if this hit the market, it would be an unprecedented blow to the entire skincare and beauty industry.
Five hundred yuan?
That was a joke!
For wealthy women, a single bottle would be worth at least a hundred million!
At this thought, Lan Ruoxi’s breathing grew uneven, her body trembling slightly.
Product efficacy was the ultimate selling point in beauty products.
With something this extraordinary, Lan Ruoxi saw hope.
"Come with me!" she said, grabbing An Yi’s hand.
"Hey, where are we going?" An Yi asked, confused.
She led him to a secluded alley.
"An Yi, tell me—how many bottles of Yu Yan Ye can you produce in a day?" Lan Ruoxi asked seriously.
An Yi thought for a moment, then held up one finger.
"A hundred?" Lan Ruoxi was slightly surprised—that wasn’t a small output.
"No, closer to a thousand," An Yi replied.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes widened.
A thousand bottles…
The inability to mass-produce was An Yi’s biggest headache.
The main issue with Yu Yan Ye was the Tian Xing Grass.
Right now, he only had that one pot in his bedroom—not a single extra stalk existed.
But Tian Xing Grass grew like chives—only much faster. With proper watering, it could be harvested every two days.
And the proportion of Tian Xing Grass in the formula wasn’t high. Embracing his inner shady businessman, An Yi had already minimized its ratio as much as possible.
Even so, a thousand bottles of the genuine product was the absolute limit.
Of course, the diluted versions sold at the stall were a different story—those could be churned out endlessly. Hence the five-hundred-yuan price tag.
Lan Ruoxi frowned in thought.
A thousand bottles… If each sold for a hundred thousand, that would be a hundred million. No—maybe even higher. But at that price, only the ultra-wealthy in the entire country could afford it.
Middle-class families with a few million to their name wouldn’t recklessly spend the equivalent of a budget car on a single skincare product.
Only those with tens or hundreds of millions would be willing to invest.
So the market was smaller than she’d imagined.
But without the right connections, expanding would be another challenge.
"We have to target the broader market too," she muttered. "We can’t just focus on the rich."
And even the best product needed marketing. Many great items had faded into obscurity simply because they weren’t promoted well enough.
"Ruoxi, maybe we should go back and sell," An Yi suggested. "You saw how the students reacted—we might sell out all these bottles today."
He had no idea Lan Ruoxi could think of so much in such a short time.
Lan Ruoxi shot him a playful glare and pondered, "Can the Jade Beauty Elixir be mass-produced? I mean, the potency doesn’t need to be as strong, but the output should increase. A thousand bottles are too few."
An Yi shrugged. "Easy—just dilute it with water."
He was familiar with that!
"Or, reduce the proportion of Starvine and then dilute it with water. And like you mentioned earlier, switch all the large bottles to smaller ones. Mass production is a breeze!"
Lan Ruoxi’s face flushed with excitement as she rushed forward and hugged An Yi. "That’s amazing, An Yi! Keep it up, and we’ll definitely get rich!"
"Don’t worry about money," An Yi waved magnanimously.
Lan Ruoxi suddenly realized how impulsive she’d been, her face turning crimson. She quickly let go of him and giggled. "So… how much do you actually have?"
An Yi glanced at his system and replied modestly, "Just around ten million or so."
Lan Ruoxi: "..."
Meanwhile, in the girls’ dormitory…
Jiang Chengcheng held her phone, staring at the contact list in Tianxun.
"There’s still some time before the livestream—I can make it."
After hesitating for a long while, her face burning with shyness, she finally dialed the number.
This handsome guy—she’d met him near the school’s east gate. He was ridiculously good-looking.
Just to get his contact info, she’d even bought a jar of "mud" for 500 bucks.
"Um… h-hello? Is that you? I’m the one who bought the Jade Beauty Elixir at the school gate."
Hearing the call connect, Jiang Chengcheng’s face lit up with joy.
"Yeah. What’s up?" The voice on the other end was calm.
Jiang Chengcheng was stunned. The guy looked like a fresh-faced, boy-next-door type—how did he have such a raspy, smoky voice?
But whatever, handsome was handsome!
"So… what hobbies do you have?"
Noticing his aloofness, she took the initiative to keep the conversation going.
"Smoking cigars. Drinking Forget-Kid Milk."
The smoky voice replied matter-of-factly.
Jiang Chengcheng: "?"
What kind of bizarre combo was that?!
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
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
