Chapter 279: Century of True Qi

Hearing Wang Haoran’s words, Bu Feiyan couldn’t help but show a trace of disappointment. Still, she managed a smile.

“Then you

must

remember—when you have time, you have to guide me.”

“Absolutely,” Wang Haoran nodded without hesitation.

Hearing his promise, Bu Feiyan’s mood visibly lightened. Though she turned to leave, her steps were reluctant, her pace slow, and she looked back at him every few steps, clearly unwilling to part just yet.

At the same time, the sound of Tang Bingyun calling for him grew louder and more frequent.

Given how slow Bu Feiyan was walking, if she lingered any longer, she might hear Tang Bingyun’s voice and realize someone else was in the villa.

Wang Haoran needed to send her off fast.

Thinking quickly, an idea came to mind. Just as Bu Feiyan looked back again, he casually tugged at the towel slung over his body.

Her eyes happened to catch the movement.

Bu Feiyan froze, her mind going blank for a full few seconds. A certain pure, untouched corner of her soul took a direct hit.

She had never—never in her twenty-two years—seen something like that before.

With her face flushed beet red, Bu Feiyan immediately turned her head and bolted. Her figure flickered like an escaping fairy, and within moments she leapt over the villa’s walls and vanished.

Finally… she was gone.

Wang Haoran returned to the shower.

Not long after, Tang Bingyun knocked from outside the bathroom door.

“I’m here,” he responded casually.

Only then did Tang Bingyun relax and head back to bed.

——

Late at night.

Tang Bingyun was already fast asleep, breathing evenly beside him.

But Wang Haoran remained awake. He pulled up the system panel with a thought and glanced at the stats.

【Villain Points: 49,700】

Unknowingly, he already accumulated nearly 50,000 Villain Points.

Time to cash in.

He immediately spent 25,000 Villain Points to exchange for 50 years of True Qi.

Combined with his existing accumalation, he now possessed a total of 100 years of True Qi.

As the power surged within him, he could immediately feel dramatic changes to his physical senses.

The most noticeable improvement? His hearing.

Back when he only had 50 years of True Qi, he hadn’t even noticed Bu Feiyan sneaking into the villa until she was inside.

Now? He could clearly hear the fluttering of several mosquitoes’ wings nearly 100 meters away from the villa.

As for the skills Bu Feiyan had previously mentioned—Hundred-Step Blink, Qi Manifestation—Wang Haoran could now perform them with ease.

Without a doubt, having a century of True Qi placed him firmly in the realm of a Transformation-stage Grandmaster.

Having completed his upgrade, he casually picked up his phone and opened Douyin to see if Xu Muyan was still livestreaming.

Buzz buzz—

A message notification came through.

He opened it to see a message from Qiu Qianwei: “I can’t sleep… what should I do?”

Wang Haoran smiled. “Then let’s chat until you feel sleepy.”

Though he exerted himself earlier, it was already late, and he still didn’t feel the slightest fatigue. On the contrary—his vitality felt even stronger now, clearly thanks to his hundred-years of True Qi.

Qiu Qianwei replied again: “But I don’t want to talk through the phone…”

Wang Haoran chuckled to himself. “Then let’s meet up in person.”

She responded instantly. “Are you still at the villa? I’ll come find you!”

“I’m feeling a little hungry,” he replied. “Let’s grab a late-night bite first.”

He already had the entire script in his head—grab something to eat, then use the excuse of being tired to crash at a nearby hotel. That way, he could avoid running into Tang Bingyun.

Qiu Qianwei happily sent back: “Okay! See you soon!”

Wang Haoran sent her the location, then slipped out of the villa. He took Tang Bingyun’s McLaren P1 and drove off into the night.

It was already late, and it wasn’t likely he’d run into Liu Yue. Even if he did, with the poor lighting at night, she probably wouldn’t recognize this car as the “God of Stocks’” McLaren P1—or rush over to claim him as her husband.

——

Inside the villa.

Little Lin Chen sat in the living room, his tiny face cupped in his hands as he stared at the front door.

Around him, his sixth sister Ji Shuiyao was reading a science journal. Fifth sister Liu Yue was staring intently at stock market charts. Third sister Bian Suwen was flipping through ancient medical texts.

As for the seventh sister… she had just gone out to who knows where.

Feeling bored out of his mind, Lin Chen wanted to talk to someone—but none of his sisters paid him any attention. He sighed.

Finally, the sound of the front door opening caught his ears.

Fourth sister Bu Feiyan returned.

Excited, Lin Chen waddled over to her on his little legs and whispered, “Fourth Sis, did you help me get revenge?”

Bu Feiyan smirked. “Of course. I never fail. It’s taken care of.”

She then added more seriously, “But that’s the end of it. Don’t bring it up again.”

Lin Chen ignored that last part and eagerly asked, “How did you do it? Come on, tell me all the juicy details!”

Bu Feiyan’s mind was still spinning from earlier, her mental state rattled and unsteady. She didn’t want him to notice anything strange, so she dodged the topic.

“I already told you—I handled it. Why so nosy?”

She glanced at the clock and changed the subject again, “It’s late. Go back to your dorm at school.”

“But Fourth Sis, it’s so late… of course I’m staying here tonight.”

With more and more people living in the villa, the four bedrooms were already stretched thin.

Qiu Qianwei had one room. Ji Shuiyao had one. Liu Yue had one. Bian Suwen had one.

After Bu Feiyan arrived, she had to bunk with Qiu Qianwei.

There really wasn’t any space left for Lin Chen.

“There aren’t enough rooms. Where are you gonna sleep?” Bu Feiyan said aloud—no need to lower her voice, since the topic wasn’t sensitive.

Ji Shuiyao, Liu Yue, and Bian Suwen all heard her, but no one said a word.

Lin Chen grinned cheekily. “Easy! I’ll just squeeze in with one of you lovely sisters!”

“I sleep with Seventh Sister,” Bu Feiyan cut him off. “Ask one of the others.”

Undeterred, Lin Chen skipped over to Ji Shuiyao.

“My beautiful and brilliant Sixth Sis, can I—”

“Absolutely not.” Ji Shuiyao didn’t even look up from her book.

He sulked, then tiptoed over to Liu Yue.

“I’m busy. Don’t bother me,” she said bluntly. “Also, I only sleep alone.”

Shot down again.

Finally, he approached Bian Suwen with his last thread of hope.

“Scram.” She didn’t even look at him.

Lin Chen stood there speechless.

Bu Feiyan walked over. “You heard them. Let’s go. I’ll walk you back to the school dorm.”

Without giving him a chance to protest, she grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him off the ground.

Lin Chen flailed his little legs in the air, shouting and protesting, refusing to go. But it was no use. His voice grew hoarse from yelling, but no one gave him a second glance.

Neither Ji Shuiyao, Liu Yue, nor Bian Suwen spared him a single look.

It broke his little heart.