Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng - Chapter 198

Failing in his job hunting, Sanada Kyouichirou was hopeless in this society. When kyouichirou had thrown himself towards the bottom of a cliff. When he woke up his body had returned towards when he was in fifth grade of elementary school. He did not want to have any regrets in this life so he had decided on building up an harem in this second life.

The elder sister that he admired, a senior and president of the student council at a school for rich young girls, a strong minded upper classman at school. The poison fang of Kyouichirou who had pretended to be a innocent child attacks those girls.

Xia Ye is pressured by her mother to either land a golden rice bowl (good paying job) or find a golden turtle (rich husband).

So the stakes are high at her latest job interview. Driven by desperation, Xia Ye comes up with a devious plan to drive away the other candidate. Of course, things do not go as plan when the other candidate turns out to be her interviewer!

From Shusheng Bar:

I: “General manager, I only said I will cook but did not agree to wash the dishes.”

He: “If you don’t wash the dishes, do you expect me to wash them?”

I: “Do you know a woman is most attracted to a man who can do housework? Especially when he is wearing an apron and washing the dishes. This is the ideal image of a good man in the thinking of a majority of the women. In order to create the prefect image of a good man, I feel it is necessary for you to wash the dishes.”

He: “A man who washes the dishes is really very attractive?”

I: “Really!”

He: “Well, I will believe you this once.”

He: “Xia Ye, come into the kitchen.”

I: “Do you need me to help you with something?”

He: “Just stand there and don’t move.”

I: “…..?”

I: “If there is nothing I can help you with, I’ll go out.”

He: “Standstill!”

I: “You asked me to come in, just to….. watch you wash the dishes?”

Me: “If you don’t watch, what is the point of me washing the dishes?”

I: “…..”

He is distressed: “I fell in love with a person, but I do not know how to say to her.”

I suggested: “This is simple! Directly tell her I love you, should be all right?”

He is worried: “But …… I’m worried that she will not accept me.”

I comforted: “How can since you are such an outstanding man? There must be something wrong with her brain if she doesn’t accept you!”

He nodded: “Well, I love you!”

I: “…… Huh, there is something wrong with my brain ……”

He: “……”

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.