Yu Wan'er's physical fitness had noticeably improved.
To put it simply, Yu Wan'er used to struggle to run for more than 15 minutes.
But now... her physical condition had improved significantly. She had swapped her small shoes for sneakers and could run for over half an hour without breaking a sweat.
It wasn’t just Yu Wan'er; the other girls' physical fitness had also improved.
"So? Have I treated you poorly? You’ve been eating and drinking well... and now your body is much stronger too," Jiang Che said with a mischievous grin.
"You—"
Yu Wan'er was so angry she couldn’t even speak properly, puffing out her cheeks as she glared at Jiang Che.
However, she also felt a bit puzzled because her body had indeed changed a lot recently. Previously, she had been quite frail, catching a cold with just a gust of wind and frequently suffering from fevers, especially during her menstrual cycle when the cramps were excruciating.
But these issues had improved significantly over the past few days.
Still, she would never admit that Jiang Che had secretly helped her.
"Hmph, you stinky loser! Pervert!"
This was their usual morning bickering, and Jiang Che naturally didn’t take it to heart.
"Good morning, Brother Jiang Che," Bai Qiangwei said, waking up from the noise. After getting up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched freely, her graceful curves fully on display.
She was like a semi-ripe fruit—still a bit green but with a hint of sweetness. If one were to describe her in a single word, it would be—
Innocently seductive!
Jiang Che smiled and patted Bai Qiangwei's head.
He was in a great mood.
But someone else wasn’t feeling so cheerful, as all the chores like washing up and getting dressed were handled by the little maid, Chen Ningshuang.
"Shuang'er, why are you upset again? Girls who get angry tend to age faster," Jiang Che teased.
Chen Ningshuang: "......"
[You scoundrel! The reason I’m angry is because of you!]
[If you hadn’t humiliated me, would I be this upset? Sob sob—]
Unconsciously, Chen Ningshuang started shedding tears.
As the genius young lady of the ancient martial arts Chen family, she was known for her icy demeanor and rarely cried. But ever since Jiang Che brought her back to the Jiang family... she often secretly wiped away tears in the middle of the night.
"None of your business," Chen Ningshuang said, brushing off Jiang Che’s hand, feeling deeply wronged.
"Hehe... guess what’s going on with the ancient martial arts Chen family now?"
Jiang Che chuckled inexplicably, holding Chen Ningshuang’s delicate hand and sitting down on the sofa.
Chen Ningshuang’s heart skipped a beat.
"You... what do you mean by that?"
Why would this scoundrel suddenly bring up the Chen family?
What was he trying to say?
"Tsk tsk tsk, you’ve become my personal maid... guess how your father and your family are reacting? Want to know?"
Jiang Che spoke with a smile, as if discussing something completely ordinary.
"Let me tell you, you’ve made it big... you’re the pride of the entire Chen Family Village now, you know? Just by becoming my personal maid... you’ve elevated the ancient martial arts Chen family to a top-tier status among the first-rate families."
"And even among the first-rate families, they’re now at the very top. Anyone thinking of messing with the Chen Family Village will have to think twice."
Chen Ningshuang bit her lip hard, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
"You’re lying. The reason my Chen family has risen to first-rate status is because of my father. My father, Chen Tiansheng, has reached the master level, so it’s only natural that the Chen Family Village has ascended to first-rate status."
Jiang Che burst into laughter upon hearing this. "You think it’s just because of your father? How much influence do you think a newly promoted master can have?"
Then he pulled out his trusty phone.
He opened a video.
The video showed none other than Chen Ningshuang’s father—Chen Tiansheng, along with Chen Daoguan, Chen Shouchong, and other elders of the Chen family.
They were drinking with people from other families.
"Brother Chen, congratulations on reaching the Gangjin level!"
Chen Tiansheng waved his hand. "Brother Yang, you’re a seasoned master. You’re flattering me!"
"No, no, no, this master of yours is different from the others! No one dares to mess with you now, hahaha!"
"How so?" Chen Tiansheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Brother Chen, don’t you know? Your daughter, Chen Ningshuang, has already formed a connection with the Jiang family."
"A connection?"
"Come on, do I need to spell it out for you? Your daughter, Chen Ningshuang... has become Young Master Jiang’s personal maid. Isn’t that forming a connection?"
Chen Tiansheng’s face instantly darkened. Who the hell spread this rumor?
It made it seem like he was selling his daughter!
Chen Tiansheng waved his hand. "It’s just a personal maid—"
"No, no, no... this is different. Your daughter is so beautiful. If she were to climb into Young Master Jiang’s bed... and bear his child, who would dare mess with your Chen family in the future?"
Chen Tiansheng’s expression gradually changed, but he quickly shook his head.
"My Shuang'er has the talent to reach the Tianjin level. She’s definitely destined to become a grandmaster in the future..."
Before he could finish, someone interrupted him. "Tianjin-level talent? What’s the use of that? It takes at least thirty years to become a grandmaster. Do you think you’ll live that long? Besides... having high talent doesn’t guarantee you’ll become a grandmaster!"
Then Chen Daoguan nudged Chen Tiansheng with his elbow. "Patriarch, you had your daughter late in life. You and I are both in our sixties now. By the time Shuang'er becomes a grandmaster... the grass on our graves will have grown several times over."
Chen Tiansheng swallowed hard, his breathing becoming a bit ragged. His cultivation had been stuck at the peak of Transform Force for most of his life. He had finally broken through to the master level, only to immediately encounter a super master from the Jiang family and kneel before them!
It was obvious... even among masters, there were different levels, and he was undoubtedly at the lowest tier.
But!
If his daughter became the woman of the Jiang family’s young master and bore him a son, the status of the ancient martial arts Chen family would skyrocket.
Even when facing other, more powerful masters, he wouldn’t feel intimidated.
Just thinking about that scenario made Chen Tiansheng’s lips curl into a smile.
He slowly nodded. "My Shuang'er is stunningly beautiful, with looks that could make fish sink and birds fall. Young Master Jiang surely won’t be able to resist her. It’s only a matter of time before she bears his child."
Chen Tiansheng’s demeanor had completely flipped. Just moments ago, he had been reluctant, but now he was singing a different tune.
"Hehe, Brother Chen, my Yang family also has a young lady, just sixteen years old. Could you perhaps introduce her to Young Master Jiang..."
Chen Tiansheng’s expression changed, and he glared at him. "What Young Master Jiang? That’s my future son-in-law whom I’ve never even met!"
Yang Xu: "......"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
