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

In the world today, who else could know the subsequent content better than her, the original author?


Bai Chuwei let out a snort, no continuation could compare to one-tenth of her expertise.


Tong Qingyan's eyes lit up, and she was already tempted.


If she could take part in the play organized by senior Liu Yuyou and establish a good relationship with her, perhaps it would be easier to join the cast of "Records of the Mountain Moon"...


Tong Qingyan raised her hand and smiled, "Instructor, I would like to sign up!"


Bai Chuwei glanced at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, and quietly left the classroom with her book in tow.


The autumn breeze swept down the corridor, blowing Bai Chuwei's hair as she walked towards the archaeology classroom, her steps light and graceful. Just as she reached the door, she paused and looked back:


Chapter 673: Do you think I arrived in time?