Sweet Western Treasure

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

The Young Matriarch

Ever since the world war that happened five thousand years ago, all the spiritual energy in the world had gradually thinned out. Duan Feihan, who was a walking vault of spiritual energy, was the first and only person she had seen throughout her five thousand years of living!

Bai Chuwei left Duan Feihan's embrace in content. She lifted the bag near her feet and pulled open the zipper to retrieve a bag of medicinal ingredients before passing them to him. "Here you go, your father's medicinal ingredients."

Evidently, Bai Chuwei had blatantly stolen a huge sum of money from him.

As the successor of the Duan Family, he did not flinch even once for spending three hundred million yuan nor did he reveal any traces of heartache.

Duan Feihan's hands were crossed together as he calmly asked. "Chuwei, what's inside your bag?"

Dear Ancestor, Please Don’t Smile Like That