"Two hundred thousand? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much my company’s stocks have dropped? Millions vanished overnight! I’m furious right now—I don’t have the money!"
With that, the line went dead.
Undeterred, the girl gritted her teeth and dialed another number.
One call after another.
Either no one picked up, or she was met with a string of curses and rejections.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes slowly filled with despair. She slumped to the ground, hugging her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Money! It always came down to money!
She had exhausted every possible avenue, but she still couldn’t scrape together enough.
How could she save her mother?
Lan Ruoxi’s wails drew the attention of passersby, but their gazes quickly shifted away.
A hospital was the ultimate test of human nature.
Like a time machine, it recorded the warmth and coldness of the world. Heart-wrenching cries were nothing new here.
"Stop crying."
An Yi handed her a tissue and casually sat cross-legged beside her on the floor.
"It’s... you..."
Lan Ruoxi looked up at An Yi, stifling her sobs as she took the tissue, though her tears continued to flow.
She recognized him—he was the young man who had returned her lost wallet on the bus.
"P-please… do you have money? I need a lot of it... my mother won’t survive without it..."
Her desperate gaze locked onto An Yi’s arm, her face pale, her eyes dull with hopelessness.
Her mother’s condition had suddenly worsened.
Without the money for treatment, she might not even make it through the week.
An Yi felt a lump in his throat.
That look—that despair—was something he had just experienced himself moments ago.
Seeing his hesitation, Lan Ruoxi clung to his sleeve as if it were her last lifeline. Biting her lower lip, she pleaded, "Two hundred thousand… just lend me two hundred thousand. I’ll serve you for the rest of my life—do anything you ask! Please… save my mother..."
At this point, Lan Ruoxi had become desperate.
"Anything?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, studying her.
"Yes!"
She bit her lip hard, then nodded firmly. She had nothing left to offer but herself.
"Then go home, get some rest, and don’t think about anything else."
An Yi stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked away without another word.
Lan Ruoxi stared at his retreating figure, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out.
She must have lost her mind.
Why would a stranger pay such an exorbitant medical bill for her?
Lan Ruoxi returned to the hospital room.
Her mother was asleep, an IV drip of glucose and saline attached to her arm.
Without money for proper treatment, this was all they could do to keep her alive.
"Mom… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry..."
Tears streamed down Lan Ruoxi’s face, soaking the pillow.
If her father were still alive, would her mother have a chance?
There was no answer to that question.
She had already sold everything—even the house was mortgaged. Yet she was still short over two hundred thousand.
Exhausted, Lan Ruoxi eventually fell asleep.
That night, the silver moon hung low in the eastern sky.
In her half-asleep daze, Lan Ruoxi cracked her eyes open.
A tall figure stood in the room.
In his hand was something slender… like a needle.
The next morning, Lan Ruoxi awoke to daylight.
Her mother lay still in bed, her face etched with worry.
In just a week, Lan Ruoxi’s own face had grown gaunt with exhaustion.
Gazing at her unconscious mother, she clutched her skirt, tears falling like heavy raindrops.
She couldn’t lose her.
No matter what, she had to find a way to raise the money.
No matter what...
"Xixi… why are you crying?"
A weak voice reached her ears.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at her now-awake mother.
She was awake?!
After three days in a coma, her mother had actually woken up!
"Mom, you—"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Lan Ruoxi couldn’t speak.
Her mother murmured, "I suddenly feel much better… the pain in my chest is gone."
"Mom—"
Lan Ruoxi threw herself onto the bed, tears spilling freely.
Her mother stroked her hair, her own eyes brimming with tears. "My poor girl… the gods have answered our prayers."
——
Upstairs in another ward…
An Yi rubbed his bleary eyes, yawning as if he hadn’t slept in days.
"Yawning like that—what were you up to last night? You never came back, and Shen Muxuan waited for you all evening."
Aunt Zhou shot him a disapproving look.
"I wasn’t waiting!" Shen Muxuan shook her head innocently.
Aunt Zhou sighed. "Girl, if you don’t keep an eye on him, he’ll walk all over you one day."
"Oh, okay."
Shen Muxuan nodded seriously, then turned to An Yi. "You’re not allowed to stay out so late anymore."
An Yi: "..."
What did she even understand?
Last night, he had sneaked into Lan Ruoxi’s ward to treat her mother.
As for why he had to do it secretly… well, that girl was way too stubborn.
For Lan Ruoxi, it was a matter of life and death. For An Yi, it was just a small favor.
If she really tried to "repay" him by dedicating her life to him, things would get messy. Gratitude could be too costly.
Dealing with endless thanks was also a hassle, and An Yi hated complications. It was easier to just solve the problem quietly.
"Aunt Zhou, I’m going to sleep. Wake me if you need anything."
Yawning again, An Yi kicked off his shoes, flopped onto the spare hospital bed, and was out like a light.
Using the Nine Yang Divine Needles had drained him more than he expected.
After two consecutive sessions, his mental energy was at its limit—his mind was completely exhausted.
Shen Muxuan tilted her head. "Why is he sleeping again?"
"Let him rest."
Aunt Zhou smiled softly, her gaze fond as she watched An Yi.
——
Thanks to An Yi’s treatment the night before, Lan Ruoxi’s mother had improved dramatically. The pallor in her face had faded, replaced by a healthy flush.
Lan Ruoxi peeled an apple, her delicate features softening with relief.
Perhaps heaven had truly taken pity on them.
Her mother’s condition had miraculously improved overnight. After such despair, this sudden turn felt like a blessing.
At the doorway, Zhang Fan—here to check on the patient—paused when he caught sight of the beautiful girl.
Stunning.
Another breathtaking beauty, no less striking than the girl in traditional attire from yesterday.
But personally, he preferred this one.
Gentle, refined, with clear, tender eyes.
Zhang Fan pressed a hand to his chest.
His heartbeat was irregular.
This was love at first sight.
He wanted her—no, he had to have her.
Flipping through the medical records, his eyes gleamed.
Terminal illness.
The woman in the bed was suffering from a rare, incurable disease.
At the hospital, treatment would cost a fortune—and even then, success wasn’t guaranteed.
But coincidentally, thanks to his recent "check-ins," he happened to know a way to cure it.
"Patient Liu Yuefen, correct? I’m the doctor. How are you feeling lately?"
Zhang Fan walked straight in, wearing a warm smile, yet his gaze never left Lan Ruoxi.
The closer he got, the more he could appreciate her breathtaking beauty.
Her flawless face needed no makeup, with skin so delicate it seemed one touch might bruise it. Her clear, bright eyes held an indescribable gentleness.
Truly, she was a girl whose grace matched her striking features.
If he could cure her mother's illness, then perhaps...
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!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?"
