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

Bai Chuwei raised her right hand slightly, and the tip of her index finger condensed a hazy white energy, making everyone around her eyes widen in amazement. A true powerhouse!


Upon hearing about the resurgence of spiritual energy in China over the past twenty years, the old master Duan Family had never witnessed it with his own eyes until now. Even though he had lived for over seventy years, he was shocked enough to break out in a cold sweat.


Using her finger as a brush, and the void as her canvas.


Bai Chuwei's fingers swiftly moved through the air, characters leaving white afterimages as they formed. Then, with a resounding slap, she released the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman from her hand, and it flew away immediately.


Duan Xingye smacked his lips, muttering "awesome" to himself over and over. He had seen people draw talismans before, but never someone drawing them out of thin air.


He wondered if Weiwei was still taking on followers; he really wanted to be one.


Chapter 255: Using Fingers as the Pen, the Void as Paper