“Mmm—ugh!”
“What… what did you give me to drink? What is this?”
Yu Wan'er stared at the green glass bottle in her hand, her heart filled with dread.
[Are… are you trying to poison me?]
[Wuwuwu, Sister Yaoyao, you have to avenge me, kick this pervert to death!]
[I get it now, this must be some kind of mysterious potion, a love potion… Jiang Che, you jerk!]
[Or maybe it’s some kind of long-term contraceptive drug? Won’t this stuff harm my body?]
The little loli’s inner monologue was intense, but Jiang Che simply flicked her forehead.
“This stuff will keep you forever young. You should be thanking me. From now on, you’ll stay a cute little loli, forever one and a half meters tall.”
“Hehehe—”
Yu Wan'er froze. The part about staying forever young went right over her head, but she latched onto the second half of his sentence.
Does this mean… she’ll never grow taller? Did Jiang Che just give her some kind of potion to stunt her growth?
“You jerk! I’ll kick you to death! I want to grow taller… I’ll stomp you!”
“You pervert, you trash, you loli-loving freak! I curse you to be impotent for the rest of your life!”
“Wuwuwu~~~”
Yu Wan'er was on the verge of a breakdown. She had been hoping for a growth spurt during her second puberty!
Her expectations weren’t high—just to break past one and a half meters, so she wouldn’t be stuck as a “southern little potato.” But now… it seemed hopeless.
Jiang Che pressed his hand down on Yu Wan'er’s tiny head. “You’re getting a bargain and still complaining! Do you know how many people in the world would kill for a bottle of this potion?”
The ‘Eternal Youth Potion’ was practically a divine elixir. Eternal youth!
If he were to sell it… people would be lining up to pay billions for a single bottle.
“Resistance is futile!”
Jiang Che picked Yu Wan'er up, dressed her himself, and carried her to the car.
The girl sat in the passenger seat, sulking, as she glanced at Jiang Che’s profile.
“Jiang Che, why are you such a freak?”
“Heh, thanks for the compliment!”
Yu Wan'er: “......”
After dropping Yu Wan'er off at school, Jiang Che contacted Wang Zheng and his crew, handing over Su Han’s corpse.
“Jiang… Jiang-ge, is… is this guy dead?”
The two men’s faces turned pale. They weren’t exactly good people, but seeing a gruesomely mutilated corpse right in front of them was still terrifying.
“Take care of him. Mix the body into concrete and dump it into the ocean.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure there’s no trace left,” Wang Zheng said, thumping his chest confidently.
Jiang Che wasn’t worried. Su Han was a blacklisted individual—a foreign mercenary leader and a full-blown terrorist.
The reason he had been able to enter Dragon Country before was due to his connections in the military, but those connections had since collapsed.
Even if someone traced this back to Jiang Che, it wouldn’t matter. Did they think his background was just for show?
This was just a test for his subordinates. If they couldn’t even handle a corpse… what use were they?
Jiang Che then contacted Monkey.
“Young Master Jiang, what else do you need?”
“Su Han’s dead. You did well. I’ve sent you two upgraded AI robot girlfriends as a reward. If you need anything else, just let me know.”
Monkey was overjoyed. This young master was like a second father to him!
As for Su Han’s death?
Good riddance. The guy was a waste of space, air, and money.
“Also, now that Su Han’s out of the picture, I need you to investigate Chen Hao—the young master of the ancient martial arts Chen family.”
“No problem, Young Master Jiang!”
Jiang Che trusted Monkey’s abilities. After all, he was one of the protagonist Su Han’s golden fingers, so his skills were top-notch.
...
Jiang Che hadn’t paid much attention to Chen Hao lately.
But this so-called “child of destiny” was doing quite well for himself.
He had become a security captain, and his martial arts had already reached the peak of ‘Dark Force Grand Perfection,’ just one step away from Half-Step Transformed Force.
In just one month, he had changed jobs five times.
Now, he was working as a security guard at the entrance of a newly established company called… Qiangsheng Group?
“At this rate, I’ll break through to Transformed Force within three months. In five years, I’ll reach the Grandmaster level. Then, I’ll return to the Chen family, and that’ll be the end of Jiang Che!”
Chen Hao clenched his fists tightly.
These days, he dreamed of Qin Qiaoqiao every night—the girl he had fallen for at first sight. No other girl, no matter how beautiful, had ever stirred his heart like this.
He knew… he was hopelessly in love with her.
“Qiaoqiao, one day I’ll expose Jiang Che for the scum he really is!”
“I don’t care if you’ve been tainted by him. To me, you’ll always be the purest girl…”
The image of Qin Qiaoqiao laughing and throwing herself into Jiang Che’s arms made his blood boil. He wished he could become a Grandmaster right now and crush Jiang Che with a single slap!
But for now, that was just a fantasy.
...
Meanwhile, in the ancient martial arts Chen family.
A young girl in white training clothes sat cross-legged on a mat, her long hair cascading down to the floor. A faint aura seemed to ripple around her, causing her hair to sway gently without any wind.
The girl’s eyes were closed, but her expression was cold and stern, like an unyielding iceberg.
After a long while, she exhaled softly.
Her eyes slowly opened.
“Mid-level Transformed Force… it took a few more days than I expected.”
Chen Ningshuang!
Chen Hao’s younger sister, a prodigy who had reached Transformed Force at just 18 years old.
The first thing Chen Ningshuang did after breaking through to Mid-level Transformed Force was… take a bath!
The girl calmly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub. Her skin was flawless, like the finest jade, and her figure was perfectly proportioned.
Especially for a girl who practiced ancient martial arts, her skin was even more delicate than most. Her long, seaweed-like hair floated in the water.
“I wonder how my brother is doing now?”
Thinking of her brother Chen Hao, a trace of worry appeared on Chen Ningshuang’s brow.
“Brother, I’ve reached Mid-level Transformed Force. I’ll enter the secular world to help you!”
She had promised that once she reached this level, she would step into the secular world to assist her brother.
After finishing her bath, Chen Ningshuang used her internal energy to dry her hair instantly.
Just as she was about to leave, a young maid rushed up to her in a panic.
“Miss, Miss! Wonderful news!”
“What is it?”
Chen Ningshuang’s beautiful eyes widened slightly. What kind of news? Had her father successfully broken through to the Grandmaster level?
“Miss, do you remember the marriage contract from your childhood? The one with the useless young master of the Ye family? The elders just heard you’ve come out of seclusion and are planning to take you to annul the engagement!”
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.
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!
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
