"Relying on"
The horizontally driving car was moving too fast. Before Ye Bufan could react, it had already crashed into him.
In a cloud of dust, a flash of golden light flickered indistinctly and soon faded away.
"Cough cough cough"
Ye Bufan coughed as he got out of the other side of the rear seat of the Benz. Amazingly, he didn't have a single hair damaged on his body.
Just as the car was about to hit him, a golden bell had emerged from his body to block all the harm.
"Kung fu, Chinese kung fu."
A surprised voice came from the out-of-control vehicle. Then a blond, blue-eyed young man crawled out of the car, his face covered with dirt.
"Master, you must accept me as a disciple. My name is Paulo. My lifelong dream is to learn Chinese kung fu."
Disregarding his own injuries, the blond young man threw himself at Ye Bufan's side and knelt down, hugging his leg.
"Kid, you shouldn't be thinking about worshipping a master now. You smashed my car like this and you're not even going to say anything?"
Ye Bufan grabbed Paulo by the collar and lifted him up, glaring at him fiercely.
Paulo tugged at his nearly suffocated throat and quickly took out a phone, "I should, I should. I'll pay money now."
Only then did Ye Bufan put Paulo down and handed over his bank card, "Just transfer it to this account."
"No problem."
Paulo readily took the phone and started taping away.
Soon, Ye Bufan received a text message.
[Esteemed XX User, your account has received a transfer of 100 million. Please confirm promptly.]
100 million!
Ye Bufan wiped his eyes in disbelief. His Benz was worth 5 million tops. And this guy could casually transfer 100 million. It seemed this foreign kid was no ordinary rich either.
"So Paulo, I'll keep the money. You can leave now."
Regardless of whether Paulo was a rich second generation, Ye Bufan had no intention of letting him tag along since he had a system of his own.
No matter how capable you are as a rich second gen, could you be more capable than me as a system-powered first gen?
Hearing that Ye Bufan was chasing him away, Paulo quickly said, "No way, Master. I have money. As long as you teach me kung fu, I'll give you however much you want."
However much I want?
If you say that, I won't hold back.
"100 billion."
......
......
Seeing Paulo who was boasting just now suddenly fall silent, Ye Bufan couldn't help feeling strange.
Is 100 billion a lot?
According to the urban novels Ye Bufan had read, 100 million was just petty cash to those protagonists. They wouldn't even call themselves rich second gen without billions of assets.
Paulo truly didn't expect this seemingly kung fu master to actually open his mouth so wide.
Billions of dollars could only be afforded by his old man. As a small second gen himself, how could he possibly have the power to squeeze out that much cash.
"Mas...Master."
Clearly, Paulo couldn't bleed that much out. Ye Bufan was also not interested in playing with him any further and straightforwardly said, "If you don't have money, don't boast. I despise posers like you the most in my life. Leave."
Just in time, the car Ye Shang had arranged to pick him up from the manor arrived too. Ye Bufan got in the car and sped off, leaving Paulo alone choking in the black exhaust fumes to reflect on life.
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Long time no see
In just one month, the changes in the manor were hard to imagine.
Not only had the popularity increased exponentially, all kinds of flowers had also bloomed in the gardens and greenhouses, which used to be covered with thick layers of dust. The windows and doors, which used to be dim, had also been refreshed and polished to brightness.
Although the manor was huge, it didn't seem so far for the car.
Soon, Ye Bufan returned to his villa.
[Congratulations to the host for overcoming another calamity. You are awarded 10 Self-Healing points.]
The damage this time was indeed not big, comparable to a mosquito bite. The 10 Self-Healing points was reasonable.
"System, summon Robot No. 2."
Robot No. 2 had been delivered to the hospital. But with so many people around and the place being monitored, it would definitely arouse suspicion if someone inexplicably showed up.
So Ye Bufan endured for a whole month before finally summoning it out in his villa.
With the same shadow and special effects, a figure wrapped in black robes abruptly appeared in the living room.
"System, let me ask, if they don't have a master's order, can they act freely?"
[Yes, as long as there is a general scope, you can let them act freely without needing to keep ordering them.]
Ye Bufan had already seen signs of this from Ye Shang's actions, he just wanted to confirm further.
"No. 2, I'll call you Xuanyuan Long from now on. Just disguise yourself as some transcendent-looking old man."
"Yes, master."
With another transformation special effect, a transcendent-looking old man appeared before Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan already had plans for Xuanyuan Long.
Ye Feng, the protagonist of the Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain series, was all about extraordinary medical skills, slapstick face-slapping, and relying on girls to reach the peak of life.
The origin of all this came from a mysterious old man.
Ye Bufan didn't plan on having some old man of unknown origin teach his good son. It was just medical skills and martial arts. His robot could teach that too!
According to the anti-protagonist novel Ye Bufan read, Ye Feng's grandfather seemed to have some issues.
However, since Ye Feng was suppressed by the antagonist who knew the plot early on, he was killed before the old man even appeared. So Ye Bufan couldn't confirm if there were any conspiracies.
Since he had a replacement on hand, he might as well just substitute the grandfather to avoid trouble. The effect would be similar anyway.
Ye Bufan looked at his Self-Healing points. Including the ones just obtained, he still had 80 points left.
He opened the store and spent 10 Self-Healing points to exchange the 【Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon】 for Xuanyuan Long.
【Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon】: Rumored to have been created by the Xuanyuan clan in ancient times. Contains both medicine and martial arts. Extremely extraordinary power.
Looking at the dazzling array of products in the store, Ye Bufan pondered briefly before exchanging assassin specialization, guard specialization, management specialization and more until all his remaining Self-Healing points were used up.
After all, being a home tutor was just a side job. As his capable subordinate, Xuanyuan Long would naturally be entrusted with greater responsibilities. Having these extra skills would also allow him to better expand Ye Bufan's influence.
"Xuanyuan Long, go ahead and move freely for now. After a year, go to Jiang City and pass on the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon to Ye Feng. For the remaining time, do as you wish. Remember, don't tell him that I'm still alive."
"Yes, master."
Xuanyuan Long acknowledged and left.
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
