The Sword God of the Universe - Chapter 156: The Bastard of Black Wind Town

Jiang He might have transmigrated to a world of Qi and martial arts, but the System that he got only provided him with… seeds.

Noa’s life turned into a disaster.He was fired for no reason, betrayed by the woman he loved, and left drowning in debt for a wedding that would never happen.Then a truck almost killed him.And just before the world went black—time froze.Suddenly, Noa is no longer an average human—he is a Dimensional Tycoon, capable of buying and selling planets at market price.When gods need immortality, Noa sells them elixirs. When demon kings want weapons of mass destruction, they pay in cash. When heavens fall, he buys the land. When empires collapse, he auctions the ashes.Noa can trade anything, as long as the price is fair.He doesn’t conquer realms, because in this world, money is the greatest power—and Noa controls the market.After all, even divine beings knock on his door—not to fight, but to ask for a discount.But every tycoon has to start somewhere.For Noa, it began with selling shampoo to bald cultivators.

R18 ( No One 17 and Under Admitted )On one night, a boy named Ezra is abandoned on road by his father. Aeri, a kind-hearted college student, takes him in and raises him as her own. As years pass, Ezra grows more manly with time and is now deeply in love with the woman he calls “Mom.”To support Aeri, Ezra takes a job at the most famous brothel in town—a vibrant and lively establishment where beauty, desire, and drama intertwine. Working as a host and a male escort, he finds himself entangled in heated encounters, passionate affairs, and thrilling action as he navigates the challenges of the trade without letting Aeri ever knowing about his secret work.Ezra’s journey is filled with unexpected twists, romance, and adventure.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.