Promise Uncle, and Uncle Will Forgive You

"Ding! Congratulations, host, for bravely taking the first step. The Supreme Cultivation System has been activated."

In the dimly lit room, Wang Jianqiang's hand froze mid-motion inside his pants.

What the hell?

He was just... relieving some stress, and now he activated a system?

Was it really that easy to trigger a system?

Wang Jianqiang was a transmigrator.

One deeply influenced by cultivation novels from his past life.

So much so that the moment he arrived in this world, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the pursuit of immortality.

When he first transmigrated, he thought he was the chosen one, brimming with ambition. He joined the Joy Union Sect, determined to carve his path to eternal life.

But reality, as it often does, slapped him hard.

His talent was abysmal. Now, at over ninety years old, he was still stuck at Qi Refining Level Three.

Foundation Establishment? A distant dream.

Immortality? A beautiful fantasy.

What made it worse was that, influenced by certain novels from his past life, he firmly believed that "women would only slow down his sword."

So even in the liberal, beauty-filled environment of the Joy Union Sect, he remained chaste.

To this day, he was still a virgin.

And just now, after a lifetime of restraint, he decided to indulge—just once—as a little reward for himself.

And somehow, that triggered the system?!

Who the hell said women slow you down?!

Who the hell glorified those no-female-lead novels?!

Recalling all those years of single-mindedly pushing away romance to focus solely on cultivation, he felt his vision darken.

Gritting his teeth, he swore that if he ever got back to his old world, he’d make those no-female-lead propagandists pay.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, a sudden rapping came at his door.

Wang Jianqiang got up and opened it, revealing a delicate figure standing outside.

At the sight of her, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, though his wrinkled face still managed a smile.

"Jiaojiao, it’s been a while. What brings you to your Uncle Wang’s place today?"

The visitor was Chen Jiaojiao, the niece of an old friend from his sect.

Seventeen years ago, she joined the Joy Union Sect. The following year, her uncle—Wang Jianqiang’s friend—reached the end of his lifespan and entrusted her to his care on his deathbed.

Out of gratitude for past favors, Wang Jianqiang had agreed without hesitation and treated Chen Jiaojiao as his own.

Even now, most of her cultivation resources came from him.

At first, she had been respectful. But over time, she grew accustomed to his support—even entitled.

In recent years, things had worsened. He had caught glimpses of disdain and disgust in her behavior more than once.

"Uncle Wang."

Chen Jiaojiao forced herself to address him, suppressing the revulsion she felt at his aged, wrinkled face. "The Spirit Gathering Pills you gave me at the start of the year are all gone. Get me some more."

"You want more Spirit Gathering Pills?"

Wang Jianqiang frowned.

Given his abysmal cultivation progress, he had turned to alchemy instead.

But his talent there was just as terrible. After over twenty years of grinding, he was still only a low-tier first-grade alchemist.

His skills couldn’t compensate for his garbage-tier physique, but at least they made him decently wealthy.

That was the only reason he could afford to support Chen Jiaojiao.

At the beginning of the year, he had scraped together ten Spirit Gathering Pills—a mid-tier first-grade elixir—to help her break through.

Since he couldn’t refine them himself, he had bought them from the External Affairs Hall at great cost.

They weren’t something an average Qi Refining Level Five or Six cultivator could casually afford.

Even as an alchemist, between his own cultivation expenses and supporting Chen Jiaojiao, he hadn’t saved much.

Those ten pills had already drained most of his savings.

And now she wanted more?

Before he could respond, Chen Jiaojiao scoffed.

"Actually, Spirit Gathering Pills are a bit low-tier for me now."

"Get me ten Green Spirit Pills instead. I need to break through to Qi Refining Level Seven as soon as possible."

Wang Jianqiang paused, then laughed.

A laugh full of mockery.

Green Spirit Pills?

She really had the audacity.

Green Spirit Pills were the top-tier variant of mid-grade first-grade elixirs. A single one cost as much as ten Spirit Gathering Pills.

How could she demand this so shamelessly?

Even if he could afford it, he wouldn’t give her a single pill.

Her behavior over the years had already broken his heart.

If she was an ungrateful wretch, then fine—he’d stop feeding her.

"What’s so funny?"

Noticing the derision in his laughter, Chen Jiaojiao stiffened before flushing with anger.

Wang Jianqiang’s smile vanished. "Leave. From today onward, I won’t give you another scrap of resources."

Chen Jiaojiao gaped. "What did you say?"

"Was I unclear? We’re done. Don’t come back." His voice was ice.

"You—how dare you?!"

"You and my uncle were friends! He helped you! And now you’re abandoning me?"

"Have you no conscience?!"

"Are you really this ungrateful?!"

Chen Jiaojiao finally snapped, jabbing a trembling finger at him, her smooth skin flushed with fury.

Wang Jianqiang watched her coldly.

Yes, her uncle had given him some guidance when he first joined the sect. But sixteen years of supporting her was more than enough repayment.

He didn’t want to argue. "You know exactly how you’ve thought of me, what you’ve said about me behind my back. Leave now, before this gets ugly."

Chen Jiaojiao’s face twisted.

Wang Jianqiang’s reputation as a talentless hack was infamous among the outer disciples, a laughingstock.

As his "niece," she had endured sidelong glances for years.

At first, she hadn’t cared. But as she grew older—especially after taking a Dao Companion—their relationship became a stain on her life, thanks to her partner’s influence.

Yet the resources he provided were too valuable to give up.

So she lied publicly, claiming she had cut ties with him, even joining in the mockery.

Privately, she kept taking his handouts.

But her contempt had seeped into her behavior around him.

No matter how hard she tried to hide it, Wang Jianqiang had noticed.

His resources made up the bulk of her cultivation supplies.

If he really cut her off… she couldn’t imagine how hard her path would become.

At this thought, Chen Jiaojiao's face turned deathly pale.

Wang Jianqiang gazed at Chen Jiaojiao’s delicate, alluring features, her slender yet curvaceous figure, and the glimpse of smooth, fair calves beneath the hem of her skirt…

Before this, he had always treated her as a junior, never considering anything beyond that.

But now, seeing her like this, the girl really had a certain appeal.

Once his mind wandered down this path, ideas began flooding in uncontrollably.

His heart stirred, and he cleared his throat. "Jiaojiao, don’t say your Uncle Wang never gave you a chance. If you agree to one condition, I’ll forgive you."

Chen Jiaojiao, who had nearly given up hope, immediately perked up at his words. "Uncle, I was wrong. Whatever you say, I’ll do it."

You’re not sorry—you’re just scared.

Wang Jianqiang curled his lip, brushing off her feigned remorse, and smiled at her.

"Sleep with me, and I’ll let it go."