"Pu Chi!"
Seeing the situation, Sun Ziyi couldn't help laughing out loud: "Muqiu, take a look, take a look, is that the car he just bought? No wonder it only took him half an hour..."
"Hahaha, laugh me to death."
Su Muqiu frowned and also turned to look at Xiao Zhan. She saw Xiao Zhan walking with big strides to a Maserati not far away. He stopped and put down the two large hemp bags he had been carrying on his shoulders.
Next to the Maserati was a brand new electric tricycle.
Obviously, Sun Ziyi recognized at a glance that the electric tricycle was the "car" Xiao Zhan had just bought.
Not to mention her, even Su Muqiu thought so.
"It looks like he's really out of money..."
Su Muqiu sighed inwardly. Her face didn't look very good. She forced out a smile and explained, "It's just to carry some clothes. Buying a tricycle is enough. It's economical and cost-effective."
"Get out of here."
Sun Ziyi rolled her eyes and said, "Muqiu, your attitude is wrong. Running into such a wasteful husband who spends all the money in his card at one go just to save face, if it were me, I would have skinned him alive!"
"You're even speaking up for him and covering up for him?"
As if thinking of something, Sun Ziyi exclaimed, "My god, don't tell me you've become blind and have fallen for him???"
"No way, don't talk nonsense!"
Su Muqiu's pretty face flushed slightly as she glared at Sun Ziyi and said coquettishly, "I just feel that since there is no relationship between him and me, even though we are engaged, there is no emotional foundation. So he has no obligation to treat me so well, and I have no right to blame him."
"Is that so?"
Su Muqiu spoke very seriously, not joking at all.
"You are too kindhearted, your heart is too soft."
Sun Ziyi pulled Su Muqiu towards Xiao Zhan, and hummed, "Anyway, just now he made me and Little Hui lose face. Now that I have caught him making a fool of himself, let me see how I can mock him to death!"
"Don't..."
Before Su Muqiu could stop her, it was too late.
"Is this the car you bought?"
As soon as she got to Xiao Zhan's side, Sun Ziyi couldn't wait to sneer, "Just now when buying clothes, you waved your hand and bought the whole shop. I thought you were a real tycoon who went and bought a luxury car. "
"What's the problem?"
Xiao Zhan frowned.
Five years ago, when he was still the young master of the Xiao family in Capital City,
he had always driven a Maserati. Even in Capital City where big bosses were everywhere, Maserati’s level could not be considered low.
How come now, in a small city like Spring City, it doesn’t even count as a luxury car in Sun Ziyi’s eyes?
If he remembered correctly, Chen Shaohui's black Mercedes was only 500,000 yuan.
The same amount as the purchase tax of the Maserati!
"There is a big problem!"
Sun Ziyi snorted, "If you don't have money just say it straight. Muqiu and I can take a taxi home. What do you mean by buying such a broken car and bringing it back? Are you trying to get me and Muqiu to sit in the back and go for a joyride with you?"
"Such a broken car is worth 5,000 yuan at most. It's not even as expensive as one piece of clothing Muqiu and I are wearing. It would be shameful to ride it back. You may not feel ashamed, but we do!"
"Muqiu, let's go, we'll take a taxi."
With that, she pulled Su Muqiu up and was about to leave.
However, Su Muqiu shook her head and said, "Why don't you take a taxi back alone, and I'll go back with him to bring you the clothes you picked later."
"You'd even ride in this broken tricycle?" Sun Ziyi said angrily.
Su Muqiu smiled wryly and lowered her voice, whispering, "In any case, he is my husband for the time being. These clothes were also bought with his money. Leaving him alone wouldn't be right..."
"Besides, I usually ride an electric bike to work, so I'm used to it already. Whether it's a two-wheeler or a three-wheeler, there’s no big difference."
Although her voice was small, it didn’t escape Xiao Zhan’s ears.
Two wheels? Three wheels? What the hell?
Glancing at the brand new electric tricycle next to him, and recalling what Sun Ziyi had just said, Xiao Zhan's face turned black. He seemed to suddenly understand something.
However, Su Muqiu's attitude warmed his heart.
Kind! Generous! Considerate!
He had to admit, Su Muqiu was a thoughtful good woman.
This made Xiao Zhan suddenly feel very lucky. If five years ago, a woman like Sun Ziyi had appeared in his bed and gotten pregnant with his child, what would he have done?
Thank goodness the heavens have eyes.
With a silent sigh, Xiao Zhan took out the key to the Maserati, opened the trunk, and put the two hemp bags directly inside. Then he opened the passenger side door and smiled at Su Muqiu, "Wife, get in the car."
"Get in what car?"
Before Su Muqiu could respond, Sun Ziyi said angrily, "Driving a broken tricycle with a bunch of ragged clothes, how can you still ask your wife to get in the car? Are you even a man..."
Slap!
Sun Ziyi stopped mid-sentence. As she turned her head to glare angrily at Xiao Zhan, just that one glance, when she saw Xiao Zhan standing in front of the Maserati with the door already opened, her whole body froze as if struck by lightning. Her handbag slipped from her hand and landed on her foot.
"You! You, you..."
The way Sun Ziyi looked at Xiao Zhan was as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"This is..."
Su Muqiu was startled by Sun Ziyi's huge change. Reflexively, she looked back at Xiao Zhan. With just one glance, her eyelid jumped violently in surprise. "This Maserati is the car you bought?"
"Yes, what else?"
Xiao Zhan shrugged innocently, not giving Su Muqiu a chance to refuse. He pushed her directly into the car, then glanced at the stunned Sun Ziyi and asked, "Are you sure you want to take a taxi back alone?"
Gulp!
Sun Ziyi swallowed hard, feeling a burning pain on her face, as if she had been slapped. Just now she said that if the car Xiao Zhan bought could match Chen Shaohui's Mercedes, she would rather be Xiao Zhan's nanny.
And now...
The brand new Maserati was right in front of her, worth over 6 million yuan. One car alone was worth 10 of Chen Shaohui's Mercedes!
How could she still compare now???
For a moment, Sun Ziyi even thought that if Xiao Zhan was not Su Muqiu's husband but mine, how wonderful that would be. Tall and mighty, strong physique, spends money without blinking, buys cars like buying vegetables, so what if he is a rapist and violent man. Come on, rape me, hit me. It would be such a blissful thing to be raped by such a man...
...
At that time.
Outside the building where Su's Group was located, many people had gathered, including the group's employees, onlookers, and media reporters who had rushed over after receiving the news. It was a huge black mass of people, very lively.
Suddenly, a black Mercedes drove over quickly and stopped outside the crowd.
"Young Master!"
As soon as Chen Shaohui got out of the car, the waiting driver immediately came up and said while walking: “Your father is still inside and hasn't come out yet. His phone is unreachable, and the company gate is blocked by them. More than a dozen security guards are guarding it and we can't get in..."
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.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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."
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.”
