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

Its adorable Xue Bao had just complained to him a few times and praised his own spirit for always staying with the old ancestor, hadn't he?


Knocked it out cold right there in the hamster wheel.


Director Duan was much better for sure, when it lived in Director Duan's house, he always tried to treat it with fried chicken legs.


Bai Chuwei stared hard at that bunch of roses, still damp with the familiar scent she knew...


This was Sky City, and her bedroom was the hardest place to enter unless it was by someone she knew well.


Just left... It meant there was still a chance she could find the person!


Bai Chuwei dashed out like a streak of light, but just then her phone began to ring. Her expression turned cold, and she became somewhat impatient.


With a flick of her fingers, Bai Chuwei drew symbols in the air, turning the invisible human energy into streaks of tangible light. Spotting one of them, a faint red trail, she immediately chased after it.


Chapter 769: Has Her Little Fox Arrived?