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

[??? Are you kidding me? The person didn't fly, but the car did? Is the blogger an S or treating us like the S here? Have you ever studied high school physics?]


[Everyone, disperse. The video is definitely Photoshopped. Blogger, take care. It's not wise to spoof the Immortal Teacher; I'm waiting for your account to be banned.]


Brother Daipai looked over at Bai Chuwei not far away; she was perfectly fine.


[Brother Daipai: It's true, I'm at the scene, a lot of people saw it.]


Bai Chuwei gently twisted her neck and said to the parking valet, who was already scared silly, "What are you dazing out for, call an ambulance."


The valet's heart skipped a beat, and he anxiously asked, "Is Miss Bai not feeling well?"


Bai Chuwei looked at the valet like he was an idiot, "It's for the driver! Can't you see he's about to kick the bucket?"


The driver was both miserable and innocent, having been pitifully trapped in this mess.


Chapter 722: Has Tong Qingyan Breathed Her Last?