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

You should know that in the original text, Duan Feihan, the villain, was simply a tool; the author never depicted him having a partner.


So, Ancestor Weiwei was quite curious about who the girl in his dreams was, faintly feeling that the girl's silhouette seemed familiar.


Bai Chuwei was always a doer, and upon thinking this, she acted accordingly.


She walked tiptoeing quietly, moving stealthily behind the two of them and peeping over their shoulders.


Before Bai Chuwei could make out the face of the girl in Duan Feihan's dream, a cold wind blew through the dream, jolting her awake, her eyes fixed intently on the snowy white ceiling.


By her side, Xue Qiu started squeaking, 'Ancestor, how come you woke up so soon?'


Bai Chuwei sat up in bed, her dark hair flowing loosely, her gaze suddenly filled with doubt.


She had lived a solitary life for over five thousand years. Without any exaggeration, billions of people around the world would respectfully address her as Ancestor.


Chapter 089: Duan Feihan Doesn't Seem Like an Ordinary Person