After the girls left, Yu Wan’er exploded!
“Ahhh!!!”
“What the hell is Jiang Che trying to do? That dick-obsessed bastard can’t keep it in his pants!”
Yu Wan’er felt her scalp tingle. She’d always known Jiang Che was a player, but this was just too much. All these women… was he seriously trying to build a harem of three thousand concubines?
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous!
“Wan’er, little sister, don’t get angry. Take care, or you’ll upset the pregnancy,” Qin Qiaoqiao said patiently from the side.
“What pregnancy! I… I’m not pregnant at all! I’m just full and gassy!” Yu Wan’er’s eyes went wide as she quickly denied it.
At the same time, she was cursing Jiang Che’s ancestors back eighteen generations in her heart. That dog Jiang Che had actually followed through on his word! Last time, he must have mixed a ton of real gold into that pile of brass.
Now she was really knocked up, and it had completely blown Yu Wan’er’s mind.
She knew exactly how conflicted she was. On one hand, she didn’t want to just pop out a kid for Jiang Che that easily. But on the other… the pressure was mounting. So many of her sisters were already pregnant, and now Jiang Che was being more of a playboy than ever. Her sense of crisis was skyrocketing.
For now, the only person who knew she was pregnant was Qin Qiaoqiao. Even Ye Mengyao didn’t know.
Yu Wan’er glanced down at her own slim frame. Her legs felt weak. Her waist wasn’t even as thick as Jiang Che’s thigh. How was she supposed to push out a baby like this?
She didn’t even know if the child in her belly was a boy or a girl. In the end, she could only let out a long sigh. One step at a time.
Qin Qiaoqiao giggled and scooped Yu Wan’er up. She didn’t want kids herself just yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the drama!
“Hehe, Wan’er, since you and Yaoyao are both knocked up, I’ll become the ultimate maternity nanny. I’ll take perfect care of both of you,” Qin Qiaoqiao said, measuring Yu Wan’er’s figure with her hands.
“No, no, Wan’er, your body’s still way too… too slim. You need to fatten up a bit, or else when the baby comes, won’t it starve to death?”
Yu Wan’er blushed furiously, baring her teeth at Qin Qiaoqiao. She’d already thought about this—she just wouldn’t breastfeed. She’d just dump the kid on Ye Mengyao and be a hands-off mother. Sounded pretty good to her.
She’d seen newborn babies on TV once. They were all dark and ugly, with wrinkled skin. That ugly bastard Jiang Che… even her own good looks couldn’t salvage his genes.
“The Joyful Domain! That bastard is probably enjoying massages from the courtesans right now. Damn him! There’s no place for you in this house anymore!”
The more Yu Wan’er thought about it, the angrier she got, and a little bit of hurt crept in. She was carrying his baby, and he was out there fooling around with other women.
…
“Tsk tsk tsk. Immortal Lord Qiangyu truly lives up to her title as the lord of the path of desire. I bow to you!”
Jiang Che was impressed. He gave Yu Meiqing a thumbs-up. You had to hand it to the senior generation!
“Husband… you’re not going to abandon me, are you?” Yu Meiqing licked her lips softly and snuggled up against Jiang Che’s side.
“You’ve deflowered all the girls in my sect. You have to take responsibility for us!”
Only then did Jiang Che suddenly realize what the hell he’d done.
Damn it. He’d gotten carried away and cleaned out the entire Joyous Demon Sect?
Sure, with Jiang Che’s wealth and ability, feeding all these girls was a piece of cake. But there were too many of them… The ladies back home were definitely going to throw a fit.
Jiang Che snuck a peek at the family group chat in the system. Then he winced and sucked in a breath of cold air.
[Yu Wan’er: All sisters, unite with me to punish Jiang Che! Being romantic does NOT equal being promiscuous!]
[Xiao Wanwan: I recently got a new Six-Calamity Immortal Artifact called the Immortal Jiao Scissors. I hear it can cut through anything in the world. Jiang Che, want to give it a try?]
[Long Qianqiu: Oh ho! Jiang Che, you’re famous now, you know that? The whole Nine Heavens knows you bagged the entire Joyous Demon Sect and hooked up with Immortal Lord Qiangyu. You’re something else!]
Jiang Che: “???”
How did they find out about him and Immortal Lord Qiangyu?
Then something hit him. He looked down at Yu Meiqing in his arms.
The woman winked at him.
Jiang Che logged onto the Nine Heavens Network. Sure enough!
[SHOCKING!!! Immortal Lord Qiangyu personally posts, publicly announcing her relationship with Jiang Che! After Tianchan Yunya, Mr. Jiang bags another Immortal Lord!]
He didn’t even bother reading the comments section. Billions of them, nine out of ten cursing his name.
All because Yu Meiqing had posted a photo—a cozy photo of the two of them together.
“Qingqing… what is the meaning of this?” Jiang Che held the Nine Heavens communicator up to her face.
The woman paused for a moment, then put on an innocent expression. “Husband… I am already yours. Can’t I make our relationship known to the world?”
Jiang Che: “……”
One Bai Susu, one Yu Meiqing. One cultivates the path of allure, the other the path of desire. Both were masters at reeling men in. Even Jiang Che couldn’t resist them.
“Surely you’re not ashamed of my identity as the Joyous Demon Lord? I see… the prejudice in people’s hearts is indeed a mountain.”
“Hey hey, that’s not what I meant!” Jiang Che was stuck. He knew perfectly well that Yu Meiqing was doing this on purpose, but he really couldn’t do anything about her.
Who could blame him for being so fond of her?
“Sigh. As the saying goes, you can make a vow, but don’t post it on social media,” the woman sighed, her expression full of melancholy.
“What—”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t. Name it. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. You’re at the Fourth Calamity Immortal Lord stage now, right? Your husband here will help you break through to the Immortal Emperor realm. Just stop causing trouble, okay?”
Jiang Che spoke casually, but Yu Meiqing was stunned.
“Hus… husband, are you joking?”
Helping someone go from Fourth Calamity Immortal Lord straight to Six Calamity Immortal Emperor? How was that even possible?
Even a Supreme Immortal Emperor wouldn’t have that kind of power.
“I’m not joking.” Jiang Che chuckled lightly. Then, with a wave of his hand, he gently placed his palm on the top of her head. The next moment, Yu Meiqing’s pupils contracted sharply.
Her eyes were filled with shock. The spiritual power within her body was actually surging!
Moreover, this power felt both familiar and foreign. It stemmed from the same source as her own, yet its rank was far above hers. It perfectly matched the foundation of her immortal path.
It was as if… this was the strength she would have obtained in the future.
Fifth Calamity Immortal Lord—Six Calamity Immortal Emperor!
In an instant, her cultivation soared from Fourth Calamity Immortal Lord to Six Calamity Immortal Emperor.
“What—what kind of secret art is this?! How is it so terrifying?!”
But Jiang Che just scoffed. “This isn’t some secret art. It’s just a tiny trick of mine.”
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
