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

If this got out, would she, who had lived for over thirty years, still have any face left?


Duan Xiuqi was still the Film Emperor most chased after by the paparazzi in the entertainment industry, and as his fiancée, if she were to stir up such a scandal again, she would utterly lose face.


Xue Qiu was sitting on the balcony sunbathing, its two paws clutching sunflower seeds, nibbling away, surrounded by a circle of various little birds.


Xue Qiu squeaked indignantly, 'They don't respect the ancestral Shuiyun Silk Net anymore, even Immortals can't escape from it.'


Scissors? Even burning with fire would be useless.


Bai Yinyin and Tong Qingyan had been bustling about below for half a day, trying with scissors, fruit knives, even kitchen knives, yet the net, which looked as thin as silk, was indestructibly uncuttable, bizarrely so.


Chapter 214: Do You Need My Help?