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

Xu Xingchen looked at Tong Qingyan's expectant face and could only bite the bullet and say, "Alright, let's take a stroll by the beach."


As the two made their way towards the beach, they gradually noticed more and more people leaving the sand. A mother forcefully carried away her daughter, who was happily playing in the sand, and the once crowded beach was now getting emptier...


Tong Qingyan casually pulled someone aside to ask what was going on, and they were all talking about the Immortal Teacher's Earthquake Sensor.


Tong Qingyan let out a laugh. Ignorance!


No nation was able to predict earthquakes in advance. A lack of knowledge really is terrifying.


The lady wearing a swim ring must have noticed Tong Qingyan's disdain and said unhappily, "Young girl, it's not about being scared of the likely, but the unlikely. It doesn't bother me to hide. If something really happens, it'll be too late to cry. Don't hold me back. If you won't go, I'm leaving."


Chapter 648: Could His Fourth Uncle Be Dead?