Chen Ningshuang was in a state of panic. She had never imagined... that just half a day after stepping into the mundane world... she would end up in a police station for hitting someone?
During the ride in the police car, she couldn't help but question her life choices!
This couldn't be happening!
Her instincts had never been wrong before. There was no way Jiang Che could have been sent flying by her slap. She had sensed a faint aura of power from that man.
He should at least be a martial artist at the Transform Force level!
Sitting next to Chen Ningshuang, Wang Yanran shot her a cold glare. "Why did you hurt someone?"
Chen Ningshuang remained silent for a moment before answering, "I sensed the aura of a Transform Force-level expert on him, which ignited my fighting spirit. That's why I attacked."
"A Transform Force-level expert? Do you think I'm a fool? How could Jiang Che possibly be a Transform Force-level expert? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable!"
"Do you know that a single slap from you could kill someone? This is premeditated murder!"
Wang Yanran grew angrier the more she thought about it. Just two days ago, she had finalized the engagement with Jiang Che's parents. If something happened to Jiang Che... wouldn't she become a widow before even getting married?
Although Wang Yanran didn't want to admit it, deep down, she already saw herself as Jiang Che's future wife.
After all, since childhood, no other man had ever managed to capture her heart except Jiang Che.
Facing Wang Yanran's accusations, Chen Ningshuang kept her head down, silent.
She knew... she had messed up, but she couldn't understand... why Jiang Che couldn't withstand a single slap from her?
Her sixth sense had never failed her before. Jiang Che definitely wasn't an ordinary person!
Soon, they arrived at the police station.
"Miss Chen, please take a seat. I've already reported this to the Martial Artists Management Bureau. We'll wait for Jiang Che's medical report first—"
Wang Yanran 'escorted' Chen Ningshuang into the police station—well, more like dragged her in!
Chen Ningshuang, a renowned Transform Force-level expert and a prodigy in the martial arts world, was now being led into the station by another woman, powerless to resist!
In front of the police, Chen Ningshuang naturally didn't dare to make any moves. After all, even a Transform Force-level expert might dodge a pistol bullet, but what about submachine guns? Rifles? Sniper rifles?
Decades of experience had taught all martial artists one thing: never try to oppose the state with individual strength, or the outcome would be... well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.
......
Meanwhile.
Jiang Che was lying in a hospital bed.
'Seriously injured.'
Well... okay, just a minor injury.
Actually... scratch that, no injury at all!
Although he had taken that slap head-on, it hadn't caused any real damage. It felt more like a light scratch.
After all... he had the 'Super Regeneration Factor,' an overpowered ability rumored to be on par with Deadpool's.
What did that mean? For Deadpool, regrowing limbs was child's play. Even if his head was pierced or his body cut into pieces, he could still recover completely.
Of course, Jiang Che wasn't about to test the limits of his body, but this regenerative ability was undoubtedly terrifying, serving as his ultimate life-saving skill.
......
Jiang Che was hospitalized.
The news reached Jiang Yunli and Jiang Yuan, and it was like lighting a powder keg!
Jiang Che was their only son, and they doted on him endlessly. How could someone dare to lay a hand on him?
Jiang Yunli immediately dragged Jiang Yuan to the hospital.
When she saw Jiang Che lying in bed, the young mother burst into tears, rushing to his bedside and giving him a tight, loving hug, her maternal affection overflowing.
Jiang Che: "..."
Jiang Yunli sobbed for a while before wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her natural, makeup-free face was tear-streaked, reminding Jiang Che of some high-quality Korean webtoons...
"Son, where are you hurt? Does it hurt?"
Her voice was gentle and soothing.
Jiang Che's eyes narrowed slightly. Just thinking about Chen Ningshuang made him feel a mix of irritation and curiosity. Her arrogant demeanor during their first encounter... as if she looked down on everything in the world.
A woman like that... deserved a harsh lesson from society!
"Son, who hurt you? Tell Mom... I'll stand up for you."
After confirming that Jiang Che was fine, Jiang Yunli finally relaxed, but her anger quickly flared up again.
Although she was a sheltered housewife with not much worldly experience, her temper was far from mild.
Her father was none other than the pinnacle of martial arts in Dragon Country—the Grandmaster of Heavenly Force!
Jiang Yuan, standing beside her, gently held her hand and spoke calmly.
"We've just found out. It was Chen Ningshuang, the eldest daughter of the Chen martial arts family."
Jiang Yunli frowned. "The Chen family? The one that practices Tai Chi? How dare a second-rate martial arts family lay a hand on my son?"
She was furious, her mind already plotting to tear down the so-called Chen Family Village.
With that thought, she picked up her phone and made a call.
"Dad, what's up? Did you cause trouble again? Why else would you call me? This old man is already halfway buried, I can't take much more!"
The voice on the other end was strong and full of energy.
"Your grandson was beaten! He's in the hospital now!"
Jiang Yunhuang was stunned for a moment, then a wave of rage surged within him. However, he kept his voice low as he asked, "How is Che'er?"
Jiang Yunli glanced at Jiang Che, who was lying perfectly fine in bed. "Seriously injured."
There was a long silence on the other end before Jiang Yunhuang finally spoke. "Who did it?"
"Chen Ningshuang from the Chen martial arts family..."
"Understood."
On the other end, Jiang Yunhuang hung up the phone, his aged eyes burning with fury.
He turned to another elderly man beside him and said, "Shoulu, the Chen family has hurt Che'er. Handle it."
The hunched-back old man nodded. "Understood."
"Also, I'll head to Hangcheng. I want to see Yunli and Che'er in person."
......
Meanwhile, back at the police station, Chen Ningshuang was still unaware that her impulsive action was about to bring disaster upon the entire Chen family.
But she couldn't shake off a growing sense of unease.
"Why... do I feel this sudden dread?"
Chen Ningshuang sat upright in the interrogation room, trying to calm her racing heart by circulating her Tai Chi internal energy.
But it was no use.
Normally, she could enter a meditative state in an instant, but now... even after reciting the calming mantra over a dozen times, she couldn't find peace.
Of course, she wasn't the only one feeling uneasy. Her older brother, Chen Hao, was also on edge.
As a chosen one of fate, Chen Hao's sixth sense was naturally sharp.
He had been lying in the security room, watching a live stream of a beautiful woman and engaging in some 'traditional' activities, when suddenly... things stopped working. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of panic washed over him.
"What... what's going on?"
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.”
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.
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
