“Hahahaha! That felt great, so satisfying~~”
Zhong Yi left Zhou Yue’s livestream room feeling thoroughly pleased, his earlier gloom instantly reversed.
When you’re feeling down, you should always watch Zhou Yue.
That’s what Zhong Yi thought to himself.
Now, no longer torn, he strode boldly into the warehouse of Immortal Abyss Chronicles to withdraw some cash.
Unlike Zhou Yue, as the grandmaster of hoarders, Zhong Yi’s warehouse rivaled a national treasury.
He had a full three hundred million in cash alone.
Originally, he planned to withdraw 20 million outright and head straight to the [Secret Auction] for a thrilling spree.
But Lu Ze had slapped two restrictions on spirit stone conversions:
First, the spirit stones and collectibles from Auction King couldn’t be withdrawn into the treasure-hunting mode.
Second, he could only exchange spirit stones from Immortal Abyss Chronicles when his cash in Auction King dropped below 1 million, and each transfer was capped at 2 million.
This setup was meant to prevent players from losing their sense of anticipation for high-value items just because spirit stones came too easily.
“Fair enough—only spirit stones earned with my own hands have any meaning!”
Without hesitation, Zhong Yi converted 2 million spirit stones and dove back into Auction King.
Armed with a hefty 2 million, Zhong Yi wasn’t reckless enough to jump straight into the [Luxurious Estate] (with its 2-million entry threshold) and go for broke.
Otherwise, he might run out of spirit stones and lose a jackpot crate—unacceptable to him.
Entering the [Serene Estate] (1-million threshold), Zhong Yi couldn’t help but sigh:
“I’m walking into Lao Zhou’s place of heartbreak. Won’t I end up just as unlucky? Hahaha… Huh?”
Zhong Yi instinctively covered his mouth.
The barrage instantly erupted in glee.
[Got it, this round’s got the tuna.]
[Anyone who insta-snares is a fool.]
[How are there so many madmen in Spirit Firmament Sect…]
[Run!]
…
“Everyone, calm down… I still have items I haven’t used yet.”
Zhong Yi smiled confidently.
Having seen Zhou Yue’s misfortune firsthand, he’d prepped thoroughly before entering the auction.
In Auction King, beyond character skills, there were special items you could use.
Before starting the round, he’d bought some low-tier items.
Take the purple [Giant Sample he held—it could reveal the largest item in the cargo hold.
With that, he tossed the [Giant Sample].
The next second, that familiar 15-slot red [Albacore Tuna] appeared inside a shipping container.
“Just as I thought…”
Zhong Yi’s mouth twitched violently, rare doubt creeping in that he might really have a cursed mouth.
This was the very thing that had tricked Zhou Yue into losing everything, down to his last pair of shorts.
Now facing the same situation, Zhong Yi couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
“Should I bail?”
Zhong Yi muttered, stroking his chin.
In Auction King, players couldn’t see each other’s nicknames or faces.
Reading expressions or body language was impossible.
Watching the others finish their bids, leaving only him, Zhong Yi was torn.
Raise the price?
For a cheap, worthless fish, it wasn’t worth it.
Let it go?
Still, it was a red item. If someone else snatched a bargain—even for a few hundred thousand—Zhong Yi would feel the sting.
Thinking about how he’d already spent nearly a hundred thousand on the entry fee and items, Zhong Yi couldn’t accept that.
“I’ve got it!”
A flash of inspiration hit Zhong Yi, and a bold idea surfaced.
He decisively raised the price to 880,000 and submitted it.
“Watch me fake a big catch and trick them!”
Zhong Yi grinned slyly.
Rather than killing himself to earn a few thousand, he’d jack up the price and make someone else lose hundreds of thousands!
He’d figured it out:
In this mode, seeing someone else win felt worse than losing yourself, but seeing them lose felt better than winning!
Since Zhong Yi had used the [Giant Sample], which was public info, the others weren’t fools. To keep him from snatching a win, they’d all bid higher in the first round.
Now, his 880,000 stood out like a sore thumb!
When you’re up to no good, you never get tired.
Right now, Zhong Yi was ecstatic.
“Hahaha, fellow cultivators, look! They must think I hit a jackpot and couldn’t run, so they’ll definitely block me this round!”
This time, Zhong Yi bid lightning-fast, maxing out his momentum.
He pushed the second round straight to 1.4 million.
The others hovered around 1 million, clinging tightly.
“Hehehe…”
Zhong Yi’s lips curled upward uncontrollably as he let out a villainous cackle.
“Not enough, not enough yet…”
“Let me tug them a little more, drive them to bankruptcy, hahaha~~”
The barrage in his livestream exploded instantly.
[First time I’ve seen such a rookie saint!!]
[No wonder he’s Old Demon Lu’s senior brother…]
[Same school of thought!]
[Ever since Old Demon Lu burst onto the scene, the world’s gone to the dogs…]
…
“Hahaha~~ They’re doomed~~”
Zhong Yi laughed heartily, cranking the bid up another 200,000.
“Take this!”
He threw out a staggering 1.6 million, already scheming in his head to suddenly drop out next round and leave whoever took the bait as the ultimate sucker!
The next second:
[Auction successful!]
When the huge system prompt flashed in his face, Zhong Yi felt the sky collapse.
“Wait… Why didn‘t you guys follow?!”
"I clearly hit a jackpot... there's a big catch here, buddy!!"
"Don‘t...”
Zhong Yi held his breath as the containers in the cargo hold unloaded one by one.
No surprises—nothing but the [Albacore Tuna].
Total value: 720,000. After accounting for item costs, a net loss of 1 million.
“Damn it!!!”
Furious, Zhong Yi quit the simulation.
“Lao Zhou, wait for me…”
“I’m going to the Soul-Sinking Sea to slay fish demons too!!!!”
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.”
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
