"Girlfriend? Tsk tsk, this kid's got some skills!"
Aunt Zhou pinched her chin, watching Nie Qinglan's retreating figure with thoughtful eyes.
Has this kid started playing the field lately?
As expected, men change when they get money—better warn Shen Muxuan to be careful.
Thud!
A large bucket of Thunderbolt Cola slammed onto the counter, startling Aunt Zhou.
"Auntie, can I ask you something?"
Xie Yan, a short and plump woman with a round face, spoke up.
Aunt Zhou raised an eyebrow at the woman, who looked no younger than herself.
"You're calling me auntie?"
"Little sister, are you serious?"
"You’re barely a few years younger than me!"
"What do you want?"
Aunt Zhou continued chopping pork, her arm trembling slightly.
"Um, is An Yi here?" Xie Yan asked.
Ever since she last saw An Yi, Xie Yan hadn’t been able to sleep.
She knew—this kid had the potential to become a top-tier superstar in Daxia!
Not only was he ridiculously good-looking, but he could also fight.
These days, pretty-boy actors just used stunt doubles for action scenes.
But with his natural talent, a little training in dance and acting, plus some strategic PR—flooding the internet with praise about his "amazing acting," "dedication," "warm personality," and "high EQ"—he’d dominate the entertainment industry effortlessly.
After all, most fans only cared about looks anyway.
And the brainless bystanders? They’d just parrot whatever nonsense they read online.
Regret gnawed at Xie Yan for not getting An Yi’s contact info last time.
She’d gone through hell to track him down to this place.
Aunt Zhou paused her chopping, sizing Xie Yan up skeptically.
"And you are…?"
Xie Yan hesitated. "I, uh… well…"
Seeing the plump woman fumble, Aunt Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"You’re his girlfriend too?"
Xie Yan: "..."
Why did she say too?!
Aunt Zhou clicked her tongue in admiration.
"Damn, kid’s got an iron stomach—no pickiness at all!"
Xie Yan stammered, "Uh, about An Yi—"
"Take a left out the door," Aunt Zhou said with a forced smile.
Xie Yan quickly bowed. "Thanks, Auntie!"
Aunt Zhou: "..."
Bang!
Aunt Zhou hurled the cleaver onto the cutting board.
"Muxuan! Get out here!"
"What’s up, Aunt Zhou? I’m taking inventory."
Shen Muxuan was meticulously counting stock with a notepad.
"Stop counting—you’ll never get it right anyway!"
Aunt Zhou, now fuming, grabbed the cleaver and growled through gritted teeth, "Grab a weapon! Some chubby auntie’s about to steal your man, and you’re just sitting here!"
Shen Muxuan: "…?"
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million!
An Yi double-checked the numbers, terrified of making a mistake.
After recounting, he finally snapped back to reality.
He… he’d actually hit his "small goal" of 100 million?
Shangguan Qianqian watched An Yi, who looked like he’d been struck by lightning, and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Don’t interrupt me! I need to process this!"
An Yi waved her off, eyes shut.
Life could be absurd sometimes.
130 million!
That jar of mud he’d sent to Xiangyun Auction House—after all the taxes and fees, he still walked away with 130 million!
He’d naively thought 5 million was the ceiling.
Back then, worried the auction house might reject it because of its unappealing appearance and smell, he’d set the reserve price at a measly 500 bucks.
Now, he understood the euphoria of the ultra-rich.
Once, he’d despised those capitalist pigs—while secretly wishing he could become one.
And now? The dragon-slayer had become the dragon.
An Yi’s hands trembled.
No need to marry into wealth—he was the wealth!
Head high, chest out, An Yi felt invincible.
Who cared about being some rich family’s bodyguard for a measly 100 million a year?
Was 100 million impressive?
Was it?!
He’d made that much off a single jar of mud!
Just then, his phone rang.
"Hello, is this Mr. An? This is Gao Yude speaking."
The voice on the line sounded elderly.
"Oh, Elder Gao! How’ve you been?"
An Yi chuckled politely while racking his brain—who the hell is Gao Yude?
"The payment from Xiangyun Auction House should’ve arrived. Please confirm."
Gao Yude’s tone was warm.
Only then did An Yi realize—this was the auctioneer.
"Hahaha, much appreciated! Actually, I’ve got another bottle of that Jade Beauty Elixir. Would you—"
Gao Yude gasped. "Another one?!"
The bidding war over the first bottle had been insane.
Though the marketing hype wasn’t as intense as that infamous "Youth Serum" from years ago, it still sold for over 100 million.
If there was another, Gao Yude could push the price even higher with the right promotion.
"Mr. An, be honest—how much of this elixir do you actually have?"
An Yi lied smoothly, "Not much. The ingredients were passed down from my ancestors, and they’re all gone now. What’s left is all there is—once it’s sold, it’s gone forever."
Gao Yude sighed. "If you ever acquire more, please entrust it to Xiangyun. We’ll even reduce our commission."
"Haha, sure, sure."
An Yi wasn’t stupid.
Why were diamonds valuable?
Scarcity. They had no intrinsic worth—if they were as common as glass, nobody would care.
So if he wanted to keep milking this auction-house cash cow, he had to maintain the illusion of rarity.
Sure, Daxia had plenty of millionaires and billionaires.
But how many would casually drop 100 million on cosmetics?
An Yi knew the auction-house gravy train wouldn’t last.
For true immortality (and infinite wealth), he needed his own empire.
Shangguan Qianqian listened, stunned.
This guy—who seemed like nothing more than a pretty face—was actually worth over 100 million?!
"Hey, Ruoxi, how’s the company?"
An Yi dialed Lan Ruoxi next.
Lan Ruoxi sounded exhausted. "An Yi, things are okay… but we’re running low on funds. I’m sorry—I didn’t realize how expensive this would be. I’ve reached out to the Qin Group about factory production lines. They seemed interested and might invest—"
"The Qin Group?"
As in, Qin Yao’s family?
"Forget investors. Money’s not an issue for me now."
An Yi’s tone oozed arrogance.
He’d work with Qin Yao, but Qin Zhengwei? No way.
Business had no room for sentimentality—that old fox would sell his own mother for profit.
He’d considered discussing investments with Nie Qinglan earlier.
But with 100 million in his pocket? Who needed investors?!
Lan Ruoxi hesitated. "But—"
An Yi cut in, "Tell you what—I’ll transfer another 50 million. Hire two more people to handle factory setup and distribution channels. That’s our foundation—no outsiders get a say."
"50 million?!"
Lan Ruoxi’s voice shook. "An Yi, where did you get this kind of money?"
"Not enough?"
Lan Ruoxi hurriedly said, "No, no! This should cover everything, including production lines—"
An Yi hung up.
An Yi pondered for a moment.
Lan Ruoxi had a sharp business mind, but she was still too young and lacked experience.
She needed an old hand to guide her.
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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!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
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?"
