"I… transmigrated?"
"And I became Xue Qinghe? That tragic do-gooder who ends up as background decoration on the wall?"
"…"
Staring at the dazzling white palace walls carved with intricate patterns, Su Xian was completely dumbfounded.
All he did was doze off on the toilet—how the hell did that turn into transmigration?!
And fine, transmigrating was one thing… but why Xue Qinghe?!
That unlucky prince who never even got to meet the protagonist before being killed off by Qian Renxue.
This wasn't even cannon fodder level—it was worse than random background extras! At least extras got a face reveal. He got flat-out replaced!
Damn it!
Other transmigrators are born into the Clear Sky Clan, or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family. Even starting in little old Spirit Hall Village is fine—at least there's a big tree for shade, a smooth path for leveling up, and cheat-like golden fingers raining from the sky.
And me? I get stuck as a prince?!
With a martial spirit that's… a swan?!
Are you kidding me right now?!
Just thinking about how he could be killed at any time, and still had to deal with backstabbing court politics, Su Xian shivered all over.
Damn it! Can I return my transmigration? Any kindhearted senior transmigrator want to take me home?!
"Ding! Flash Sale has begun. Host can purchase any item in the system shop for one ten-thousandth of the original price. Unlimited quantity. Offer valid for a limited time only."
"...A system?"
Su Xian froze, then calmed down almost immediately.
These days, having a system was standard issue—like a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Nothing to celebrate.
If you've got guts, give me ten systems!
One system? What the hell is that worth?!
He reluctantly opened the system panel to check the details and instantly felt speechless.
Seriously? You're already doing discounts—why not drop it even further? One hundred-millionth of the price would be nice. Better yet, just make it free!
A system should have swagger. If you're stingy, no one will respect you.
People fight for dignity, Buddhas fight for incense—system, don't be a coward!
"Bah! Talking to you is like playing the lute to a cow."
The prices in the shop hadn't dropped to zero. Clearly, the system had rejected his brilliant suggestion. Su Xian sighed heavily.
Ugh… looks like I'll have to shoulder the burden of paying for everything alone.
Shop Listings:
Ten-thousand-year Shadow Leopard Soul Bone: 800 gold coins!
Fragrant Delicate Immortal Herb: 3,500 gold coins!
Triple-Barrel Level-8 Soul Guidance Cannon: 188,000 gold coins!
Silvermoon Divine Light Barrier: 200,000 gold coins!
…
"Motherf—what a rip-off! System, you're a complete scammer!"
Seeing those sky-high prices, Su Xian felt like his heart was bleeding. Too expensive!
Gold coins! Do you know how precious gold coins are?!
I've never even seen one in my life!
Ughhh… I really want to cry!
System: ...
Keep pretending. As long as you can keep it up, the world will be yours.
"Men! Bring me all the gold coins in the estate! Convert everything valuable into gold coins immediately!"
Su Xian's furious roar echoed through the palace halls, his eyes blazing with determination.
He absolutely wasn't buying items from the system. No. He just wanted to use gold coins… to slap the system's smug face!
Yes, that's it!
Moments later, his chamber filled with the sound of muttering and occasional curses.
"Damn! This soul bone looks hideous and it still costs hundreds of gold coins? Scam! Total scam!"
"Bah! This herb tastes awful. How the hell did Ning Rongrong and the others choke this down?"
"Hiss… I already burned through two hundred thousand gold coins? My heart aches!"
"Phew… good thing I still have a stash left. Not much! Just around three million gold coins or so."
"…"
Watching the pile of treasures stack higher and higher—some so huge they had to be sealed away in boxes—Su Xian finally understood.
He was destined to win just by lying down.
With this kind of equipment? Even an Ultimate Douluo would have to eat dirt. Maybe even gods could be punched around a little.
Cultivation?
Screw cultivation!
He'd just lie down, watch the show, and be a good little salted fish.