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 deep autumn chill was bone-piercing, making everyone's heart feel cold.


Everyone was dumbfounded, standing frozen in the cold wind, feeling dizzy by turns.


A girl with a telescope in her hand had a buzzing in her brain, lifting the telescope to her eyes, her voice trembling, "Bai... Bai Chuwei has returned."


The white supercar broke through the dense fog of deep autumn like an arrow, and, with a sudden brake, stopped amidst everyone.


Bai Chuwei's hand was casually resting on the car window, lazily twirling her hair with her fingers, and she said with nonchalance, "I won."


The crowd was speechless, their eyes as wide as brass bells, staring straight at Bai Chuwei.


Now, is the focus really on who won and who lost?


"You... you, you've knocked Liu Yufei down the cliff! You've committed murder!" An unremarkable scion of a rich family pointed at Bai Chuwei with a shaking hand, screaming incredulously.


Chapter 678: How Dare the Little Brat Point a Finger at the Ancestors?