Even Ye Mengyao was slightly surprised.
She had naturally heard about Yu Wan'er's mother's situation and had secretly provided Yu Wan'er with financial support on numerous occasions. After all, Yu Weiwei was seriously ill and unable to work, while Yu Wan'er was still in school. Where would the money for Yu Weiwei's dialysis treatments come from?
Ye Mengyao was more than willing to support Yu Wan'er, this adorable little moocher. After all, who could resist such a soft, cute little loli?
"Jiang Che, has Auntie Yu's illness been cured?" Ye Mengyao exclaimed in astonishment.
Yu Wan'er, though skeptical, couldn't hide her nervousness, her small hands trembling slightly.
Jiang Che lowered his head, pinched Yu Wan'er's cheek, and smirked mischievously, "You seem quite doubtful. Don't you want to see Auntie Yu recover?"
The little loli panicked, her eyes widening, "I want my mom to get better more than anyone! What do you even know?"
She was genuinely afraid that Jiang Che was playing a cruel joke on her, giving her hope only to crush it later.
Hearing Yu Wan'er's inner thoughts, Jiang Che felt a few black lines forming on his forehead.
What kind of person did she think he was?
Sure, he might have some eccentric tendencies, but he still had his principles!
Without hesitation, he gave Yu Wan'er a firm knock on the head.
"Ow—"
Yu Wan'er cried out in pain, a red bump immediately forming on her forehead. She looked up, biting her lip and glaring at Jiang Che with teary eyes.
"Ye Mengyao, Jiang Che is bullying me—"
Ye Mengyao: "..."
Don't bring me into this. Your Ye Mengyao has no say in front of him!
"Alright, Yu Wan'er, since you don't trust me, how about we make a bet? If Auntie Yu's illness is cured..."
Jiang Che leaned down and whispered something into Yu Wan'er's ear.
Instantly, Yu Wan'er's face turned bright red, as if steam was about to rise from her head.
[You pervert!]
[You perverted loli-con, I'm going to complain to Sister Jiang about you!]
Yu Wan'er cursed Jiang Che in her mind at least eight hundred times.
But deep down, she couldn't help feeling a glimmer of hope.
Could a miracle really happen?
......
And then, the miracle happened!
When Yu Wan'er saw her mother again, the room was filled with doctors in white coats, holding various instruments and exclaiming in amazement.
The little loli was terrified, thinking something terrible had happened to Yu Weiwei.
She burst into tears!
"Mom... Mom!"
Despite her petite stature, she squeezed her way through the wall of doctors and nurses.
The medical staff, momentarily stunned, quickly made way for her.
Yu Wan'er was dumbfounded.
Tears streaming down her face, she looked at Yu Weiwei, who seemed much better than before. Her once sallow complexion now had a healthy glow.
Most importantly, the dialysis equipment had been removed!
"Mom... what's going on?"
Before Yu Weiwei could answer, the attending physician stepped forward.
"Little girl, are you the patient's family member?"
Yu Wan'er nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"Well, your mother's condition has improved—miraculously, in fact!"
The doctor was visibly excited. He wasn't an actor hired by Jiang Che; after decades of practicing medicine, he had never been so astonished.
"Do you realize? Yu Weiwei's uremia had reached an advanced stage, with toxins accumulating severely. Without a kidney transplant, she would have had at most a year to live. But during our recent examination, we discovered... her kidney function has somehow been restored!"
"This is simply unbelievable! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought she'd received a new kidney!"
Yu Wan'er was overwhelmed by the incredible news, her big eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to process this life-changing miracle.
"Are you sure? There's no mistake?"
Her voice trembled.
"Absolutely. You can see it for yourself just by looking at her complexion."
"Moreover, given her previous condition, it would have been impossible to remove the dialysis equipment..."
"This is nothing short of a miracle! Here are Yu Weiwei's recent medical reports."
Yu Wan'er took the stack of reports, flipping through them. Though she couldn't understand a word, tears streamed down her face.
Doctors wouldn't lie about something like this.
Yu Wan'er didn't believe in miracles. If there were any gods in this world, they would have been her mother. Yet, her mother had suffered from uremia.
The only person who could have made this happen was...
Yu Wan'er looked up at Jiang Che, her eyes red, her little nose sniffling, resembling a bullied bunny.
"Thank you... Jiang Che!"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
"What? I didn't hear that!"
Jiang Che leaned down cheekily, bringing his ear closer to Yu Wan'er.
Yu Wan'er couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Instead of repeating her thanks, she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Jiang Che's cheek.
"Heh—"
Jiang Che knew it—Yu Wan'er, this little loli, was completely under his spell now.
But don't be fooled by her current gratitude. Soon enough, she'd be back to her usual self, ready to tease him mercilessly.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. You're getting snot and tears all over me."
Jiang Che wiped his face with a look of mild disgust.
Yu Wan'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
[Hmph, stinky Jiang Che, even if you saved my mom, it doesn't change the fact that you're a pervert!]
[You stinky jerk! Fine, since you saved my mom...ptui, damn bastard!]
Yu Weiwei, calm and composed, gently held her daughter.
She had long accepted the inevitability of life and death. Her only concern had been leaving Yu Wan'er alone in this world.
As someone who had experienced being an orphan, she understood the pain all too well.
But now, everything was better. She could spend more time with Wan'er.
Meanwhile, Ye Mengyao quietly approached Jiang Che, studying him intently.
Once again, her perception of Jiang Che had been completely reshaped.
At that moment, Yu Weiwei's attending physician walked up to Jiang Che.
"Mr. Jiang, right? May I ask, how did you manage to cure Yu Weiwei's uremia? As a doctor, I don't believe in miracles!"
Jiang Che shrugged nonchalantly. Thankfully, he had prepared for this.
Since it was all part of the act, he had to play his role convincingly.
Besides, Lin Yu was probably about to arrive. The real show was just beginning!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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?!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!