Ji Qingyi curled up in Jiang Che’s arms again and fell asleep.
This girl hardly ever spoke, but she was extremely clingy, spending more than half of each day by Jiang Che’s side.
Every day, she was either practicing her cultivation techniques or sticking to Jiang Che like glue, leaving him no time for secret rendezvous with Yao Yue.
Speaking of Yao Yue, the demon cultivators of the Demon Realm kept their mouths tightly shut. The existence of Yao Yue as Jiang Che’s lover was kept from his two young disciples, Mo Shangxie and Ji Qingyi.
“Purrrr…”
Ji Qingyi slept soundly, drool streaming down Jiang Che’s pant leg, leaving him utterly helpless.
But Ji Qingyi was indeed gifted. Her talent in cultivation was terrifyingly high. Jiang Che had taken her as his disciple when she was just three years old, passing on his teachings. In only five years, she had advanced from an innate Foundation Establishment cultivator to the Nirvana Stage!
This progression speed was staggering. Ji Qingyi was barely eight years old now, and it was estimated she could easily attain emperorhood before turning eighteen.
Jiang Che looked down at the sleeping girl, reaching out to pinch her soft, tender cheek.
He knew well that Ji Qingyi appeared well-behaved—never throwing tantrums or losing her temper—completely opposite to Mo Shangxie’s personality. Mo Shangxie was lively and hot-tempered, a typical hotheaded senior disciple of the sect, while Ji Qingyi was a silent brick wall.
Jiang Che sighed inwardly. Ji Qingyi was clearly a yandere (obsessive and possessive type). He had tried hard to change her temperament, but she showed no improvement.
He once thought her parents’ death had made her this way, but when Jiang Che personally asked her biological parents, he learned she had been like this since birth. She had never even cried or laughed as a newborn.
A naturally born evil seed—a destined yandere.
But Jiang Che refused to believe it. A mere yandere? He had ways to handle her.
…
Mo Shangxie had survived the tribulation of the Great Emperor, becoming a World Emperor-level powerhouse.
Because she possessed a Sealed Demon Body, her heavenly tribulation was terrifying—the Supreme Tribulation. The thunderstorm alarmed the entire demonic realm across the heavens.
Having overcome the Supreme Tribulation to become a Great Emperor, Mo Shangxie—though newly promoted to the First Stage World Emperor—could easily crush a Third Stage World Emperor.
Such a freak on the path to immortality was a steamroll, plowing through resources and committing deeds that angered gods and men alike. But with Jiang Che, the Demon Ancestor, backing her up, no one dared to touch her.
“Demon Ancestor, Miss Mo killed the son of the Demon Emperor. To prevent future trouble, your servant has wiped out the entire Imperial Court of the Demon Clan,”
the Destruction Demon Emperor reported, hunched over, listing Mo Shangxie’s brilliant achievements.
They had sent a Demon Emperor-level guardian to protect her, but it seemed useless—who would dare touch someone under the Demon Ancestor’s protection?
The Demon Realm had been aggressively expanding territory, clashing with the Human Realm every day, with flames of war spreading even to the Heavenly Realm.
The name of the Demon Ancestor was enough to scare children to tears in many parts of the Human Realm.
“Hmph, this girl,”
Jiang Che shook his head gently. In the past, if he had seen the Demon Realm slaughtering human cultivators, he would not have stood idly by—just as he would have stopped the invasion of the Evil Spirit Realm into the Nine Heavens.
But now, after enduring a million years of ancient to primordial times, Jiang Che had witnessed all the ups and downs of life and death. Even if the Demon Realm annihilated the entire Human Realm, he would not feel much about it.
Jiang Che used to think his mentality could withstand the erosion of time. But time and years were indeed formidable—after a million eons, they had inevitably changed him.
Fortunately, the effect on him had been relatively minor.
“Master, I’m hungry—”
Ji Qingyi tugged at his sleeve, standing before Jiang Che, looking up at him with clear eyes as she patted her stomach.
Ji Qingyi rarely spoke, but when she did, half the time it was to ask for food.
The Demon Palace would never let this little ancestor go hungry, but Ji Qingyi was picky—she only ate what Jiang Che made. No matter how delicious others prepared the food, she refused it.
“Sigh~”
Jiang Che waved his hand, and a dozen plates of exquisite immortal delicacies he had prepared earlier appeared before the girl.
These were dishes he had long ago cooked. Over countless ages, Jiang Che, with nothing better to do, would whip up some dishes, seal them in his system space before moving on.
The system space was an absolute stasis zone—food stored there never spoiled, especially since immortal-level cuisine couldn’t go bad anyway.
Ji Qingyi obediently took the plate from Jiang Che’s hands and started devouring it.
After eating and drinking his fill, he let out a burp, then naturally climbed onto Jiang Che’s body, found a comfortable sleeping position, and dozed off.
This was Ji Qingyi’s daily routine—sticking to Jiang Che all day long, impossible to peel off. She had Jiang Che completely wrapped around her little finger, and the key was that Jiang Che couldn’t say a thing about it. After all, she was his own disciple.
...
Several more years passed.
Mo Shangxie had already become a dominant force on the path of immortality, punching the prodigies of the Three Realms and kicking the venerable immortals and buddhas, turning into a nightmare for all cultivators across the realms.
No matter how extraordinary and talented you were, in front of Mo Shangxie, you could only bow your head and await judgment.
Ji Qingyi had also grown up, becoming a lively little loli. But her personality remained subdued, and her dependence on Jiang Che was still exceptionally strong—so much so that it had escalated to her needing to hug him every night to sleep.
This made Jiang Che feel very uncomfortable. He felt that if things continued this way, something was bound to go wrong sooner or later.
His feelings for Ji Qingyi were entirely pure and innocent, purely that of a master and disciple. At least Mo Shangxie had been eight years old when she formally entered the sect, but Ji Qingyi had become his disciple from early childhood. Jiang Che’s feelings for her were even more innocent than those for Mo Shangxie.
“Ji Qingyi, from today on, you are no longer allowed to sleep with Master. You’ve grown up,” Jiang Che said sternly, even putting on the airs of a Master.
Ji Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then slowly lifted her eyes to meet Jiang Che’s gaze.
For a split second, Jiang Che actually felt a twinge of guilt???
“Okay,” Ji Qingyi said, lowering her head slowly. Jiang Che couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he felt something was off.
[Ding! Host has tricked Ji Qingyi, earning 2 billion points.]
Jiang Che: “...”
Right, he’d tricked his little disciple again.
But Jiang Che quickly realized something was wrong.
Wait... 2 billion points?
Jiang Che had long gotten used to seeing shrunken point totals. So why had Ji Qingyi suddenly triggered 2 billion points? Was the damn system glitching again?
Or could it be... that the system’s point-earning rules had finally returned to normal?
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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