Spending Money in the Cultivation World
The most ordinary experiences in Jiang Wangshu’s life were striking it rich and running into bad luck. Never did she expect to one day transmigrate into a modern cultivation world, only to find herself caught in an emotional dilemma where she had to save one of two people. With a thunderous crash from the sky, the money-burning system made its dazzling debut: “Esteemed host, your humble servant has arrived late.” When facing deep-sea demons, the money-burning system declared, “No one will harm my esteemed host! With just a single recharge from you, I’ll grant you an instant cheat!” When confronting the grand academic tournament, the system proclaimed, “My esteemed host is sure to dazzle the entire audience. I recommend the Aura of Inspiration to help your teammates claim a brilliant victory.” And when the world war erupted, the system sneered, “Such a trifling Neon nation—how laughable! Esteemed host, may I suggest unleashing your mightiest power to crush them utterly?”
Spending Money in the Cultivation World
The icy sea wind slapped her face haphazardly. Jiang Wangshu let out a deep sigh, swaying with the gusts, gazing down at the rolling waves beneath her feet and the sharks drawn by the scent of blood, feeling utterly desolate.
If only she hadn’t picked up that glowing gemstone. She knew all too well that misfortune followed sudden wealth, yet she simply couldn’t resist grabbing shiny things. She swore she’d never do it again! Oh, woe is her!
While she was mourning silently, a cold sneer echoed from above—the kidnappers.
“Today, you can save only one: your fiancée or your beloved. Who will you choose?”
With a harsh grinding sound, the gears turned, lowering both their positions so close to the sharks’ dorsal fins that they had to curl their feet to avoid contact.
She turned her head, and her memory reminded her: the fragile little flower beside her was her stepsister, Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Wanwan’s eyes brimmed with tears, her whole being trembled like a weak blossom in the wind, stirring pity in the hearts of those who beheld her.
“Brother Qingzhi, save Sister. I won’t blame you. We’ll meet again in the next life!”
Her nominal fiancé—actually her stepsister’s lover—Shen Qingzhi reached out dramatically, “No! I won’t abandon you, Wanwan!”
He turned his gaze to Jiang Wangshu, closing his eyes with a look of unbearable anguish. “I’m sorry, Wangshu. My heart belongs to Wanwan.”
“I choose to save Jiang Wanwan. Give her back to me!”
What sort of idiotic melodrama was this? Jiang Wangshu was speechless. “What about
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