110: Chapter 110 Science Channel Guest

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the thin mist of Jiangzhou's old district, accurately casting itself upon the three-meter-wide super-large bed.

Lin Ye opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of foul air carrying a scorching temperature.

The surging Pure Yang True Qi within his body, having operated throughout the night, rushed endlessly through all his limbs and bones.

He casually reached for his phone tossed beside the pillow, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and skillfully opened the mobile app of Jiangzhou Commercial Bank.

The screen transitioned, and a long string of zeros directly dazzled people's eyes.

[Current available balance: 128,500,000.00 yuan]

Lin Ye stared at this string of numbers, the corners of his mouth curving upwards frantically, unable to be suppressed no matter what.

"In the past, when I went to the wholesale market to stock up on yellow paper, I had to bargain with the boss by the kilogram. Now, if I feel like it, I could directly buy that bamboo forest in Nanshan to make paper-craft frameworks."

Lin Ye calculated in his heart; the sense of security brought by real gold and silver was far more substantial than any mystical Daoist arts.

This life of living off a woman while moonlighting as a monster hunter became more and more flavorful the more it was chewed.

A burst of exasperated smashing sounds came from the downstairs lobby.

Lin Ye slipped on loose sweatpants, bared his muscular upper body, and walked down the stairs in slippers.

On the sofa in the lobby, Ayugu slammed the latest model of a smartphone onto the coffee table, using both hands to mess up her dreadlocks into a chaotic mess.

The Miaojiang silver ring around her neck collided with rapid clinking sounds, her face completely expressing a feeling of utter despair.

"Manager Lin! Come over here quickly and help me fix this damn facial recognition!"

Seeing Lin Ye coming downstairs, Ayugu immediately jumped up, pointing at the phone screen and cursing foully.

"What kind of crappy anti-addiction system is this! This young lady is a saintess who walked right out of the Ten Thousand Mountains of Miaojiang, yet when I play Li Bai, it actually prompts me with a minor login restriction! I don't even have an ID card, and it's making me fill out real-name verification—isn't this bullying an undocumented person?!"

Lin Ye rolled his eyes heavily.

"Practice more if you suck, stop thinking about topping up money to buy skins all day long."

Lin Ye walked over to the coffee table, picked up the phone, and glanced at the health system prompt popping up on the screen. He impatiently entered his own identity information and casually blinked at the camera.

Verification passed.

Ayugu let out a cheer, snatched the phone back, and curled back up into the corner of the sofa, not even having time to say a single word of thanks.

Lin Ye shook his head and turned to look in the direction of the back courtyard.

In the underground obsidian quiet room built at a cost of tens of millions, wisps of cold air were continuously emanating outward.

That place was currently so cold that dripping water would freeze into ice, yet the little girl treated it like a large cold storage facility, and at this moment, she was probably drooling while sleeping on the century-old thunder-struck wood.

In front of the open kitchen counter, a rich aroma of coffee bean grinding wafted over.

Leng Yue stood before the top-tier, fully automatic Italian coffee machine worth over one hundred thousand, her slender, fair fingers skillfully operating the control panel.

Corpses inherently had no need to consume human drinks, and such bitter coffee held no attraction for her whatsoever.

Yet she happened to learn how to fiddle with these complex modern machines, simply because she discovered that after Lin Ye drank this pitch-black thick soup, the Pure Yang Qi and blood within his body would become much more active and feverish.

"Husband, today's heat is just right."

Holding a steaming cup of American coffee, Leng Yue slowly walked up to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye took the coffee cup and tilted his head back to take a large gulp.

The bitter liquid slid down his throat, instantly refreshing his mind.

Leng Yue did not step back.

She slightly raised her jade hand, bringing her index and middle fingers together, and gently pressed her cold, soft fingertips against the major artery on the side of Lin Ye's neck.

The Pure Yang pulse beat forcefully beneath her fingertips.

She was using this secretive method to confirm the physical condition of her "power supply pump".

Feeling the touch on his neck, Lin Ye rolled his Adam's apple and grabbed her slender wrist in one swift motion.

"Your Husband's body is very robust; there's no need to take my pulse every single morning."

Lin Ye's voice was slightly hoarse, his thumb gently rubbing against her pulse point.

The two of them were deadlocked in an ambiguous temperature difference when a harsh sports car screech suddenly came from outside the glass door.

A fire-engine-red sports car parked horizontally on the bluestone road of Taiping Old Street.

The car door pushed open, and top streamer Ms. Jiang stepped into the door of the Funeral Shop in a flurry, wearing a pair of sky-high heels.

Today, she was dressed in a wine-red, deep-V slim-fit suit, exuding the plump charm unique to a mature woman amidst her professional competence.

Holding two exquisitely packaged gift boxes in her hand, her voice transmitted in before she even stood firmly.

"Expert Lin! Great benefactor Lin! Big sister here has specifically come to your door today to express her gratitude!"

The moment Ms. Jiang entered, her gaze immediately collided with the scene of Lin Ye holding Leng Yue's wrist.

Her eyelids twitched, her gaze lingering for two seconds on Leng Yue's heavenly face before she tactfully stepped back half a step and placed the gift boxes on the coffee table.

The live broadcast at Jiangda Affiliated Elementary School the night before yesterday had completely subverted her worldview.

Witnessing with her own eyes thunder and fire shattering the blood-red characters filling the sky.

Ms. Jiang knew deeply that the man in front of her was by no means any physicist; this was a truly living immortal walking in the mortal world.

"Why has Ms. Jiang run over to my small temple early in the morning? What is your business?"

Lin Ye let go of Leng Yue's hand, smoothly sat down on the master's chair, and picked up his coffee cup.

Ms. Jiang smiled all over her face and edged closer to the table.

"Master Lin, that hard-core popular science of arc discharge you did last night directly sent my live broadcast room to the number one spot on the entire internet's trending searches! My follower count increased by five million in a single night! The backend tipping commission was almost bursting the servers!"

Her eyes shone brightly, her tone filled with fanatical adoration and probing.

"I brought some small gifts today, hoping to invite Master to grace me with your presence for a simple meal at noon. In addition, I want to hire you as a long-term science channel guest for my live broadcast room."

"Name your price, and we'll split the live broadcast revenue fifty-fifty! With a great Buddha like you presiding, sister here will dare to wade through any haunted house or ghost mansion in the future!"

Sitting behind the mahogany counter, Lin Ye pulled out a calculator from the drawer, his fingers tapping "clack-clack" on the keys twice.

He raised his head, his face full of righteousness, his tone awe-inspiring.

"Ms. Jiang, food can be eaten indiscriminately, but words cannot be spoken recklessly. What era is this? One must believe in science."

Lin Ye pointed outside the shop door.

"I am merely an ordinary electrical enthusiast. As a tens-of-millions-level public figure, you always running over to my Funeral Shop that sells urns is prone to causing misunderstandings and magnetic field prejudices among the neighbors."

"Want to repay the favor? Just wire the money directly. Don't bother with these fancy, superficial treats and dinners."

Ms. Jiang was choked into speechlessness by Lin Ye's impervious rhetoric.

Having mixed in the internet celebrity circle for so many years, what kind of tricks hadn't she seen?

The only thing she had never seen was such a rare specimen who could describe greed for money in such a fresh, refined, and righteous manner.

In front of his retina, a layer of translucent light screen silently unfolded.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected a tens-of-millions-traffic streamer delivering herself to the door."

"The information gap in the internet era is money. Please host finalize the cooperation plan within three minutes and squeeze dry the remaining utilization value of the other party!"