Su Mianmian was a bit shocked.
Only now did she realize what had been happening.
It seemed that every time she cursed Jiang Che in her mind, this guy would always give her negative feedback. A couple of times could be coincidental... but what about repeated instances?
Clearly, Su Mianmian, the chosen one, had a higher IQ than Chen Ningshuang. Chen Ningshuang also frequently got punished for making sarcastic comments towards Jiang Che in her mind, but she never delved deeper into the matter.
"Could it be... that he can hear my thoughts? Or does he possess some kind of sixth sense?"
Su Mianmian began to feel deeply uneasy. If her guess was correct, her identity as a cross-dimensional traveler... wouldn't it be exposed?
In these past few nights... she had taken advantage of her cat form to sneakily watch Jiang Che and his girlfriends every night from the headboard...
Oh no! Could he have heard my rants?
That would be ultimate social death!
"No, no! He probably can't hear my thoughts..."
Su Mianmian tried to console herself in her mind.
Still, she wasn't fully reassured, so she sneakily glanced at Jiang Che.
【Hello?】
【You stupid jerk! A walking pile of toxic waste!】
Seeing that Jiang Che didn't respond, Su Mianmian continued her internal monologue about him.
【Please, you’re so lame. How do you even keep up with all these girls around you with that?】
【If you can hear my thoughts, come over and punch me then! Just try it...】
【Loser, you’re just a one-second man!】
Jiang Che: "......"
Faced with Su Mianmian's outrageous provocation, it was impossible for Jiang Che not to feel angry.
You could say I'm ugly, uncultured, but you can't insult me with words like "short and fast"!
Of course... Jiang Che didn't really take Su Mianmian's words to heart.
After all, empty words don't hurt, and Su Mianmian was just trying to provoke him, testing if he could really hear her thoughts.
Faced with Su Mianmian's provocation, Jiang Che merely chuckled lightly.
Even Yu Wan'er wouldn't dare to provoke him like this; you’ve sealed your fate!
As the chosen one, you'll have a day where you can transform, right? Even if it's just into a cat-girl... then you’ll know pain!
Patience...A gentleman seeks revenge; ten years is not too long!
"Meow, meow, meow?"
Su Mianmian was a bit confused.
【Why did he leave? Could it be... that he actually can't hear my thoughts?】
【Probably, he would’ve come over and beaten me up by now if he could. Guess I overestimated you (relieved sigh)】
【I get it now, this bad guy probably just likes picking on little cats. Total scoundrel...】
As she mumbled to herself, Su Mianmian started to feel hungry again.
But when she reached her food bowl, she was dumbfounded.
All the cat food in her pink little bowl was... completely gone?
Yep... she was out of food.
With her bottomless stomach, Su Mianmian needed to eat cat food every hour; otherwise, she’d be ravenous. Apparently... this was Jiang Che’s punishment.
【Hmph~ I don't want your cat food anyway! Do you think I really want to eat it?】
Armed with her pride, Su Mianmian strutted away in her feline manner.
Half an hour later—
Su Mianmian, defeated, lay dejectedly in a corner of the living room, then her gaze landed on Dong'er, who was staring at a potted plant in a daze.
She had a deep impression of this silver-haired, purple-eyed cute little loli.
"Meow, meow, meow~~~"
Su Mianmian approached Dong'er, trying to appeal to her conscience for some food.
Dong'er tilted her head, then picked up Su Mianmian and cuddled her tightly.
【Hey, hey... don't just pet me, give me some food, won’t you? I’m starving here!】
【Some chips would be fine... don’t feed me but still want to pet me?】
【Watch me flop like a fish, wriggle like a carp—desperate struggles!】
Alas, with Su Mianmian’s three-legged cat skills, there was no escaping Dong'er’s embrace.
True. Three-legged cat skills.
Having finally escaped Dong'er’s hold, Su Mianmian then sought out Yu Wan'er. Yu Wan'er was kind-hearted and guessed the little cat’s intentions, secretly feeding her some cookies.
But then Yu Wan'er also picked up Su Mianmian and began petting her endlessly.
【Uh... I’ll let you pet me for a while, just a little...】
After an hour of wandering around, Su Mianmian finally ended up back at Jiang Che’s feet.
She realized that cat food was the best, and she had scoured the entire Jiang family villa without finding any.
"Meow, meow, meow~~~"
Su Mianmian bit Jiang Che’s pant leg, hoping to awaken his conscience.
Jiang Che smirked. Of course, Su Mianmian wouldn’t find any cat food—he had stored it all in his jade pendant space.
Then he produced a bright red fruit.
At the sight of the fruit, Su Mianmian’s big eyes locked onto it.
Every cell in her body was screaming... jump and devour the fruit.
But due to the might of Jiang Che the Tyrant... she had to hold back.
【What’s this fruit? Smells so good... really want to eat it】
【Hmph~ You sneaky jerk, flashing good stuff to tempt... not people... but cats】
Su Mianmian circled around Jiang Che’s feet, wagging her tail, occasionally rubbing her body against his pant leg.
“Heh... you little flirtatious cat.”
Su Mianmian: "......"
Jiang Che figured that, considering fruits like the Crimson Fruit were treasures even helpful to martial artists, they’d be a huge temptation for Su Mianmian as well.
At the same time, he pondered Su Mianmian’s potential transformation.
Normally, as the chosen one, it was impossible for Su Mianmian to stay in cat form forever. There was a hundred percent chance she’d transform.
Jiang Che took a couple of bites of the fruit, then tossed the half-eaten Crimson Fruit in front of Su Mianmian.
“Want to eat it? Go ahead!”
Su Mianmian: "......"
【You douchebag, feeding someone leftovers? Any sense of hygiene?】
But she still acted on her desires and started eating the half fruit.
Jiang Che just watched her intently.
He was waiting for the day Su Mianmian would transform, so he could show her how a size 45 foot fits into a size 38 shoe.
Suddenly, while eating the fruit, Su Mianmian felt a chill run down her spine.
As if something terrifying was watching her.
But she didn’t pay much attention, as the fruit was indeed effective—a warm current spread throughout her body, eliminating her hunger.
“Hmph, since you gave me such a good fruit... I won’t curse you today.”
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
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!
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?!
