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

The sea breeze brushed in and always left one feeling chilly, sparsely populated besides the trash that littered the beach.


Xu Xingchen and Tong Qingyan both felt a bit creeped out. How could it be so eerily frightening?


Tong Qingyan wanted to bring up an interesting topic to ease their tense nerves, but Xu Xingchen suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, "Wait... Tong Qingyan, do you see something off about the sea?"


Tong Qingyan, scared to the point of sweating, didn't want to be frightened. She looked around, completely baffled, "What's wrong? There's... there's nothing wrong."


Xu Xingchen felt even more uneasy. "Look at the coast, are there any seabirds?"


The sea was void of life; not even the birds that usually loved soaring over the waters were in sight.


Unable to help herself, Tong Qingyan swallowed hard, also feeling uneasy, "Xu Xingchen, let's leave now."


Chapter 650: Holy Shit, Is That Really an Earthquake?