"So delicious—"
Yu Wan'er was fed to the brim by Jiang Che, hand-fed to the brim.
"Jiang... Jiang Che, when did your cooking skills become so good?"
The little loli blinked her beautiful big eyes, filled with confusion.
"Hmph... Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't eat? Who was it that just said... you'd rather jump off a building and die than eat a single bite of my food?"
"Why are you saying it's so delicious now?"
"You—"
"It was you who forced me to eat it! I didn’t want to!"
The girl struggled a bit before hopping out of Jiang Che's arms, her little belly round and bulging, looking as if she were three months pregnant, giving off an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Though her words said otherwise, Yu Wan'er still lightly licked her pink lips, as if savoring the aftertaste.
[Hmph, stupid Jiang Che, hiding such good cooking skills... always keeping them to yourself, just bullying me, you big jerk!]
Jiang Che glanced at Yu Wan'er indifferently; he was now completely immune to her scolding.
"Was it good, Dong'er?"
Dong'er, who was called upon, slowly raised her head, blinking her eyes a couple of times. The little girl's mouth was smeared with oil, her cheeks stuffed full like a hamster hoarding food.
"Master, it was delicious!"
Jiang Che nodded with satisfaction. With these cooking skills... he could charm any girl in the future!
A hundred would come, and a hundred would fall for him!
Just then, the door opened.
"Ugh... what's that smell? It's so fragrant!"
Gu Lingfei, who had just gotten off work, was already hungry, and now she was even hungrier.
"Let me see what delicious thing you're eating!"
Gu Lingfei didn’t even have time to take off her high heels, rushing hurriedly toward Jiang Che.
"Ah—"
A cry of pain rang out. Gu Lingfei, without a doubt... had twisted her ankle!
Even with a twisted ankle, nothing could stop Gu Lingfei's craving for good food. Limping toward the dining table, she looked incredibly determined!
"Huh? Where did it all go?"
The woman's face turned pale, followed by the sound of her stomach growling loudly.
Though the food was all gone, there was still some soup left. She dipped a finger into the broth and then put it into her mouth.
"Mmm~~~"
"Xiao Che, who made this? Do we have such a chef at home? We must pay whatever it takes to keep them!"
"I made it."
"Huh??? You made it?" Gu Lingfei's face showed astonishment.
"Feifei, are you hungry? If you are, I can make you a bowl of fried rice."
"Oh... oh! Sure!" Gu Lingfei was still in a daze. In her memory... Xiao Che couldn’t cook, could he?
"Feifei, your ankle is twisted."
Gu Lingfei waved her hand dismissively, "It's fine."
But Jiang Che simply scooped her up and carried her to the couch.
Gu Lingfei's face turned red, but she didn’t struggle much.
Her legs were perfectly shaped, but her ankle was swollen, adding a touch of fragility to her otherwise flawless appearance.
Just then, "Gurgle—"
Gu Lingfei's face instantly flushed red, wishing she could find a hole to hide in out of embarrassment.
"Feifei, I'll make you a bowl of fried rice!"
Jiang Che gently set Gu Lingfei's ankle down.
Watching Jiang Che's retreating figure, Gu Lingfei's heart skipped a beat.
[This silly boy, A'Che, actually cares about me now?]
[Is he like this with other girls too?]
[Ugh, why am I even thinking this?]
Soon, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen.
"That's the smell!" Gu Lingfei's eyes widened, and her mouth watered uncontrollably.
It was so fragrant, a smell that reminded her of her mother's fried rice from her childhood, a taste she could no longer experience.
Gu Lingfei began devouring the food, forgetting all about being a lady or a cold CEO!
One minute later.
"Burp—"
Gu Lingfei had finished an entire large bowl of fried rice in just one minute. For someone with such a small mouth, she had quite the appetite... impressive potential!
"Xiao Che... why didn’t you show off your cooking skills earlier?"
Gu Lingfei, now full, wore a satisfied expression.
"Feifei, you should take a look at your ankle first. It's swollen so badly."
Only after Jiang Che's reminder did Gu Lingfei notice... her twisted ankle was now red and swollen.
"But luckily... I know a bit about bone-setting."
With that, he reached out and took hold of one of Gu Lingfei's slender legs.
He wasn’t lying; as a martial artist, not knowing how to set bones would be laughable.
"Don’t... I'll go to the hospital tomorrow," Gu Lingfei protested, her eyes wide.
Her feet were super ticklish!
"Feifei, bone-setting doesn’t hurt."
"You don’t want to miss work tomorrow because of the pain, do you?"
Gu Lingfei: "..."
...
The next day.
Jiang Che received a message from Leng Ningqiu.
"Master, our team has established a company specializing in investments and managing other subsidiaries... You are the behind-the-scenes chairman. Please give the company a name."
Jiang Che: "..."
He hated coming up with names.
His father Jiang Yuan's company was called Yuanche Group.
Gu Lingfei's company was called LingChe Group.
Now it was his turn to name a company. He couldn’t just call it Jiang Che Group, could he?
But this small problem couldn’t stump him!
"Ningqiu, the company will be called... Qiangsheng Group!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Oh, Master, there's one more thing! The 'Youth Elixir' formula you gave us has been successfully extracted!"
Jiang Che was slightly surprised, "Oh? That fast?"
"We prepared 180 batches of raw materials, but only managed to extract 10 successful batches. The raw materials cost nearly 2 million yuan..."
"Hmm, 200,000 yuan per bottle of Youth Elixir, practically a steal. Bring them over!"
Not long after, Leng Ningqiu arrived, carrying a delicate briefcase.
Inside, ten exquisite vials of the extract lay neatly.
Jiang Che glanced at them and knew they were perfect.
Then... his gaze fell on Yu Wan'er, who was playing with a cat, and a mischievous smile crept onto his face.
[Youth Elixir]
[Permanently freezes the user's appearance at the moment they take the elixir.]
For a loli-type girl like Yu Wan'er, drinking one bottle would ensure she’d never grow past 150 cm, forever destined to remain a loli.
Of course... Yu Wan'er didn’t have much room for growth to begin with.
Yu Wan'er, who was cuddling her cat, suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if some great terror had set its sights on her!
"Wan'er, come here! I’ve got something good to show you!"
Yu Wan'er: "..."
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
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
