Qian'er Duoduo

I’m making money, I’m making money! Su Zihe stared at the text alert on her phone. “Whoa, that’s a lot.” She used to earn less than this in six months, but now all this money had landed in her pocket in just a few days. She took a deep breath, savoring the smell of money. It was the most intoxicating scent in the world.

Easy come, easy go. That damned scammer left me with a huge debt. Thirty thousand a month? I couldn’t earn that much even if I sold my blood. I worked myself to the bone, juggling three jobs a day, until I finally dropped dead. They rushed me to the hospital, but somehow I ended up in the Tang dynasty as a young lady. So I got back to making money, and more money. By chance, I met a reclusive master and learned Daoist magic, gaining the power to turn stone into gold.

Xue’er suddenly charged at the young lady as if her life depended on it. The usually gentle and delicate young lady planted both feet firmly on the ground, her stance as solid as a rock. She thrust out her right hand, and the bandit went flying more than a hundred feet...