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Super Rich Fantasy: I Grow Stronger By Spending Money

# SUPERRICH Ye Xuan came from a normal but extremely wealthy family. Yet, one day, when he woke up, he realized that he had been transmigrated to a fantasy world. He was prepared to train and embark on an adventure, but he quickly learned that he had actually become the young master of Thousand Realms, the biggest trade company. His father even let him inherit more than trillions of spirit stones. “Are you serious? I’m sick of being rich!” Ye Xuan complained. Fortunately, he had awakened a system that would make him stronger by spending money. With that, he used the Grade 9 Celestial Pill to feed his dogs. He used the famous painting that contained the will of the Supreme Sword to start a fire. He used the Five-elements Divine Talisman to clean his ass. And yet, he still had much more to spend. He then decided to join a clan that no one had even heard of. He spent thousands just to see the saintess of the clan smile. He built a pill alchemy workshop and gave out high-grade celestial herbs for free, and yet, one of the disciples who had never made a single pill was actually talented and was able to create the high-grade celestial pills. When he started a dueling competition, he bet a lot of his money on the weakest contestant. However, that contestant had actually awoken the Ancient Holy Body during the fight and was able to fight 100 men on his own. “You sure are my son. You are as talented as me when it comes to managing a business!” his father complimented. “This man is so cool when he spends his money!” exclaimed the saintess.

Baifu Changka · Oriental
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The Treacherous Winds and Clouds Rise Again

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the Misty Illusory Manor.

Several strange peaks stood tall, surrounded by clouds and mist. It was like a paradise on earth. From a distance, it looked like jade embedded in the auspicious clouds. The pavilions were suspended in the air. If one looked carefully, one would find that the peaks were supported by exquisite arrays.

All the peaks had disciples going in and out, but it was silent. Everyone knew that the sect master He Tianguang had been in a bad mood recently. He had lost his beloved disciple, Bai Haoyu, and almost all of his disciples had been wiped out in the secret realm.

Out of the Seven Great Sects, only the Misty Illusory Manor had suffered heavy losses. Ever since He Tianguang returned from the secret realm that day, he had locked himself up on the main peak, and no one dared to disturb him.

He Tianguang sat cross-legged with his brows tightly furrowed. A deep voice kept ringing in his mind.