Jiang Che felt a headache coming on. Being a master really wasn’t easy.
He was being pestered by two little disciples.
“Master, I have followed your instructions and ascended the path of immortality. Now my cultivation is nearly at the demigod level!”
“Why do you care so much about worldly views? You clearly have feelings for me, so why don’t you dare to face me?”
Mo Shangxie’s tone rose, almost accusatory as she locked eyes with Jiang Che.
Jiang Che looked at Mo Shangxie, his gaze wandering elsewhere.
But Mo Shangxie seized the opportunity and pushed him down onto the soft couch.
“Master… forgive me!”
Jiang Che was speechless.
Wait, how could she act like this?
Was she really going to be a disciple who rebels against her master?
Mr. Jiang was skilled in everything except refusing women. Sure, he could shove Mo Shangxie away, but… people are easily swayed beings, especially men.
Besides, if he rejected her now, she might completely turn dark.
After thinking it over, Jiang Che simply lay there and gave up.
…
Three days later.
“Master—actually, no… husband!”
Mo Shangxie linked her arm with Jiang Che’s, tilting her head to gaze at his profile, her heart brimming with joy.
She had actually succeeded! She had gone from being a little disciple to becoming the master’s wife!
This reverse push tactic was taught to her by the Moon Goddess Changxi. To win over a stubborn master, she had to be shameless. Otherwise, she’d wait forever.
Now, the results were obvious!
Sure enough, her master was just stubborn with his words. At his core, he was no different from any ordinary man.
“You—” Jiang Che looked helpless. Mo Shangxie was far too bold, and he had no effective way to stop her.
Between being a beast or worse than a beast… he had to choose one, didn’t he?
“Master, should I call you Master or husband now?”
Mo Shangxie held his arm tightly, pressing her head against his chest, as if she wanted to merge with him completely.
Her face radiated happiness.
Jiang Che sighed softly. Even he wasn’t sure when his little disciple Mo Shangxie had grown so beautiful, almost bewitching.
“You… call me by my real name. I’m no longer your Master!”
But Mo Shangxie just smiled. “I won’t call you that. Master! You big jerk of a Master! Are you planning to devour me and then kick me out of the sect, like some heartless Master?”
Jiang Che was left speechless.
Clearly, Mo Shangxie had found his weak spot and was exploiting it.
Jiang Che was silent again.
To be honest, things had spiraled far beyond what he ever expected. He had only wanted to play the role of a master, take in two little disciples, and see how they might turn dark.
Now, everything was way out of control.
…
Mo Shangxie hummed a little tune as she walked out of the Demon Palace, in a great mood.
She had won over her master, and indeed, he was a man of exceptional abilities. But one thing puzzled her—how did he have such impressive skills in cultivation?
Could it be—
She had never asked him if he had been with other women before.
After thinking about it, she let it go. Her master had lived for who knows how many years; of course, he wouldn’t have been a virgin. He must have had past partners… maybe even more than one. But now, she was his partner too—that was enough.
“Senior Sister!”
Suddenly, a cold voice reached Mo Shangxie’s ears, making her body tremble.
“A… A Yi?”
Mo Shangxie turned her head and saw Ji Qingyi walking toward her.
For some reason, the moment she saw Ji Qingyi, a wave of guilt washed over her. She knew her Junior Sister also loved their master deeply, but she had gotten ahead… while her sister was still young, she had claimed their master first.
The sense of being a sneaky thief was overwhelming.
[Ding! Host swindled Ji Qingyi, received 2 billion points.]
Ji Qingyi took one look at Mo Shangxie and understood what had happened. She froze, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
Master… had betrayed her again!
Not just Master, but Senior Sister too—they had both betrayed her!
In Ji Qingyi’s heart, she had long considered Jiang Che her own possession. From a very young age, she had clung to him, her dependency slowly morphing into a fierce possessiveness.
Even if it was Senior Sister Mo Shangxie, who had once saved her life, Ji Qingyi wouldn’t let her touch her master.
“Senior Sister!”
Mo Shangxie saw the coldness in Ji Qingyi’s eyes and, for a moment, felt that Yi Yi might already know something.
Her first instinct was to lie and brush it off.
But after a moment of thought, she decided to tell her Junior Sister the truth.
Yi Yi’s personality was stubborn. If she deceived her, Yi Yi would surely hold a grudge. Plus, the deed between her and Master was already done. Telling Yi Yi the truth would make her give up any hope she still had.
Master belonged to her, and no one would take him away!
With that thought, she let out a soft sigh, then pulled down part of her sleeve, revealing a glimpse of bare skin.
“Junior Sister, as you can see, Master and I… have already been together as husband and wife.”
[Ding! Host swindled Ji Qingyi, received 2 billion points.]
[Ding! Host swindled Ji Qingyi…]
Knowing it and seeing it were two different things. Jiang Che’s system was flooded with notifications from Ji Qingyi.
“Junior Sister, you’re still young. The love between him and me is romantic, not just the bond between Master and disciple. I know you have feelings for him too, but… please forgive my selfishness!”
Mo Shangxie lowered her head, feeling incredibly brazen herself.
Ji Qingyi’s heart was completely shattered, but her face remained as calm as a still lake, revealing no trace of anger—none of her emotions showed.
“Senior Sister, since that’s the case, Yi Yi wishes you and Master everlasting happiness.”
Ji Qingyi spoke rarely, and her words were surprisingly mild.
“Really?”
Mo Shangxie exclaimed in surprise.
She had expected Yi Yi to throw a tantrum, but instead, she was so composed!
What she didn’t know was that her decision to “confess” to her Junior Sister had pushed Ji Qingyi straight into the abyss of darkness.
Both Ji Qingyi and Tian Chan were evil embryos of the Dao body, but Ji Qingyi’s level was far superior to Tian Chan’s. Tian Chan possessed a balanced evil Dao body, with some righteous energy holding her back. But Ji Qingyi—she was the ancient evil god clan’s treasured evil embryo, born evil. A single spark could detonate her completely.
And now, that bomb had started its countdown.
Even though Ji Qingyi was only sixteen years old.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
