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

Holding the screenwriting rights to the latest remake of "Records of the Mountain Moon," Liu Yuyou returned home with newfound confidence.


As soon as she entered the door, she sensed an incredibly strange atmosphere. Liu Yufei rushed up and grabbed her arm, whispering anxiously, "Sis, big brother seems to have recovered from his mental illness, and he's not spouting nonsense anymore. He keeps telling us he's cured and not crazy."


Liu Yuyou felt slightly uneasy in her heart. What on earth had Bai Chuwei done? Her mentally ill elder brother was cured just like that?


Liu Yuyou took Liu Yufei and cautiously approached their elder brother Liu Zheng's room, peering inside through the window.


There were servants and the butler accompanying Liu Zheng as he sat on the bed reading a book, absorbed in his thoughts.


If it weren't for the toys suited to a seven- or eight-year-old child scattered around his room, one could not tell that he had ever been mentally ill.


Chapter 706: Dual Cultivation with Duan Feihan