"Bad luck, don't disturb my business!"
The bun shop owner scowled, untying the packaging bag again.
Shen Muxuan asked in confusion, "You said I could take it after scanning."
The bun shop owner, while untying the plastic bag, couldn't help but laugh in frustration, "Little girl, are you really that naive or just pretending? You have to pay for things! When I said to scan, I meant to scan with your phone to pay!"
On the street, there were quite a few people, and many eyes turned towards Shen Muxuan.
Dressed in ancient attire, she was already quite eye-catching.
Although many girls nowadays wear traditional clothing, she was the only one who could wear it so elegantly.
Moreover, with her stunning beauty, she naturally stood out, drawing everyone's attention on the street.
Men, women, old, and young—everyone couldn't help but glance her way.
Seeing Shen Muxuan's innocent expression, the bun shop owner sighed, "Forget it, forget it, I'll give you this basket for free..."
*Thud!*
At that moment, a large hand slammed onto the table.
"Old man, what's the big deal? How much are these crappy buns worth? How dare you speak so harshly to a beauty!"
A greasy-looking young man with dyed yellow hair and a face full of acne spoke fiercely to the bun shop owner.
Behind him, a group of thuggish-looking followers gave off a gangster vibe.
The bun shop owner, visibly frightened, stammered, "Brother Long, what brings you here?"
"Yo, damn, you actually know to call me Brother Long?"
Brother Long turned around, joking with his lackeys, "This bun seller has some sense, huh? He actually knows me."
"Brother Long is famous all over Jiangbei. It's normal for a bun seller to recognize him!"
One of the lackeys chuckled.
The bun shop owner, sweating profusely, bit his lip and asked reluctantly, "I... I don't know what I've done to upset you, Brother Long. If I've made any mistakes, please forgive me."
This thug was no ordinary person.
Known for petty theft and bullying, he was a notorious gang leader in Jiangbei City. Running into him, the bun shop owner cursed his bad luck.
"You still don't know what you did wrong?!"
Brother Long, with his short temper, kicked over the bun shop stall.
Steamers and buns scattered everywhere!
Shen Muxuan's beautiful eyes turned cold, narrowing slightly.
She couldn't stand such arrogant street bullies!
The bun shop owner was terrified and quickly pleaded, "Brother Long, Brother Long, I apologize! This little shop is all I have to make a living. Please, have mercy!"
Seeing the owner's cowardly demeanor, Brother Long smirked proudly and pointed at Shen Muxuan, "First, you need her forgiveness."
"Me?"
Shen Muxuan pointed at herself, looking somewhat confused and naive.
"Hehe, yeah, you need Sister Long's approval first."
"Hello, Sister Long! Greetings, Sister Long!"
The gang members greeted Shen Muxuan with laughter.
Shen Muxuan shook her head, "But... but I don't know you!"
"No worries, we'll get to know each other soon. Let me introduce myself—I'm Hou Long. Given our relationship, you can call me Ah Long."
Brother Long said with a grin, his lecherous eyes scanning Shen Muxuan up and down.
Beautiful!
Absolutely stunning!
Aside from Captain Yan from the law enforcement bureau, none of the girls he knew could even compare to her—no, not even hold a candle to her!
Especially her ethereal, almost otherworldly aura, as if she were a fairy untouched by mortal concerns.
If such a beauty could become his girlfriend...
Brother Long's gaze grew even more perverted.
At that moment, one of his lackeys whispered, "Brother Long, weren't we supposed to visit Chicken Brother at the hospital?"
"Chicken Brother? Why bother? He's not dead! Just a cracked bone in the back of his neck! The doctor said he just needs to rest for a while! Why are you so nosy?"
Brother Long was clearly annoyed by the lackey's reminder.
He was already irritated by the whole situation.
After all, Chicken Brother was a well-known pickpocket in Jiangbei City. While trying to make some extra cash on the bus, he got robbed instead!
When they went to seek revenge, they ended up getting beaten and left in an alley.
It was a huge humiliation!
Besides, right now, this ancient-dressed beauty was far more important.
"Beauty, what's so great about buns? Come with me, I'll take you to a hotel. How about a 688-yuan seafood buffet?"
Brother Long said with a grin, reaching out his thick arm to try and put it around Shen Muxuan's shoulder.
Shen Muxuan frowned, gracefully stepping back to avoid his groping hand.
"I'm not going!"
Shen Muxuan shook her head, firmly refusing.
The people on the street, witnessing this scene, felt pity but were helpless to intervene. Provoking such a thug would only lead to a lifetime of trouble.
"Hey, come on, it's a seafood buffet! It's delicious! Barbecue, hot pot, whatever you want, I'll treat you!" Brother Long licked his lips, trying to get closer to Shen Muxuan again.
At that moment, the bun shop owner rushed forward and grabbed Brother Long's leg.
"Little girl, run!"
The bun shop owner shouted at the top of his lungs.
He knew all too well what would happen to an innocent girl like Shen Muxuan if she fell into the hands of a scoundrel like Hou Long!
He didn't have the courage to stand up to Hou Long, but the thought of the girl being ruined by the thug was unbearable.
If he didn't stop this, the girl's life would be destroyed! He couldn't just stand by and do nothing!
The lackeys, well-practiced in such situations, quickly blocked Shen Muxuan's escape route.
Brother Long looked down at the bun shop owner clinging to his leg, crouched, and patted the man's cheek with a smirk, "What, do I really look like a bad guy to you?"
"N-no, you don't."
The bun shop owner's voice trembled.
He regretted it now, deeply regretted it. Why did he have to meddle? Why not just focus on selling his buns and making a little more money?
Provoking Brother Long meant he wouldn't be able to survive in Jiangbei anymore.
His shop would be destroyed, he'd be beaten, and even if he survived, he might end up disabled.
Looking at Brother Long's pockmarked face, he was truly terrified.
"Smash it! Smash his crappy shop first!"
Brother Long stood up, shouting arrogantly.
The lackeys obeyed, grabbing chairs and tables, and started smashing the bun shop.
*Crash!*
The stall was overturned, steamers and utensils scattered everywhere.
The bun shop owner, enraged, shouted, "No, Brother Long, I was wrong! You can't do this! This is everything I have!"
"Regret it now? Too late!"
Brother Long, with a smug expression, kicked the bun shop owner in the face, sending him flying a meter away. His face swelled up instantly, "Where's your heroism now, huh? Where's your bravado from earlier?"
Shen Muxuan, seeing this, her beautiful face turned icy cold.
A chilling aura began to emanate from her body.
Suddenly, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and the cold energy around her started to dissipate.
It seems I still can't use my spiritual power...
At that moment, a nimble figure swiftly approached.
*Thud!*
One of the lackeys, caught off guard, was kicked and sent flying three to four meters, his head slamming into a trash can. The trash can toppled over, burying him completely.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Brother Long turned around and saw a handsome young man with his hands in his pockets, casually retracting his foot.
"Me?"
The young man clapped his hands and said indifferently, "I'm your grandpa, An Yi."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
