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

Liu Yufei suddenly burst into laughter, forgetting his fear of Bai Chuwei, and began laughing exaggeratedly while holding his stomach, "My big brother got mental illness out of nowhere, and it can be cured just like that?"


You should know that my big brother, Liu Zheng, is the great-grandson most loved by our great-ancestor Liu Guansheng. He fell ill so suddenly, or else where would there be a place for us, two siblings?


If Liu Zheng hadn't gone mad, how could his sister Liu Yuyou possibly take control of the whole family?


The girl in white flitted by, the corners of her lips turning up in a smile that could ensnare one's soul, "If I say it can be done, it can be done."


In this world, if the forefather wishes, even the Heavenly Dao can be trampled underfoot.


Bai Chuwei turned to leave, and, together with Liu Jingyuan, was led by the butler to the garden of this scholarly manor, where a handsome young man was holding a brush and painting at a stone table.


Chapter 690: As Long as the Ancestor Wishes, Even the Heavenly Dao Can Be Trampled Underfoot