Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao had gone out shopping, even dragging along Chen Ningshuang, Qin Qiaoqiao, and Bai Jie...
Though all these girls were Jiang Che's women, they got along surprisingly well.
Of course, the one who contributed the most to this harmony was Yu Wan'er!
This petite lolita had put in considerable effort to maintain peace in Jiang Che's harem, acting as the beloved mediator.
Yu Wan'er was incredibly adorable, with high emotional intelligence and a talent for acting cute.
No one could resist such a petite and coquettish little lolita—not even other girls.
Jiang Che wasn’t particularly worried about them being out and about.
After all, Chen Ningshuang and Dong'er were both martial arts masters—one at the mid-stage and the other at the peak. With such a luxurious lineup, unless a grandmaster showed up... there was no danger whatsoever.
......
At Shen Yu's doorstep.
No one was home. Shen Yu wore only a thin nightgown, her hair loosely cascading down, and her fair jade-like feet slipped into a pair of sandals.
She exuded an air of languid charm.
The young woman sat on the swing in her front yard, brooding over dinner.
Should she order takeout or attempt to cook herself?
Even a genius girl wasn’t skilled at everything—cooking, for instance, was her worst subject. The last time she tried, she nearly blew up the kitchen.
Resting on Shen Yu's lap was an orange tabby cat, resembling an oversized soybean.
Just then, a voice drifted into her ears.
“Miss Shen Yu, have you had dinner yet?”
The ghostly whisper made Shen Yu look around in confusion, but she couldn’t spot the speaker.
As she frowned, a hand suddenly gripped her leg—yet when she looked down, no one was there!
An ordinary person would have been scared out of their wits by this supernatural display, but Shen Yu remained remarkably calm.
“Jiang Che, I know it’s you.”
The moment she spoke, Jiang Che deactivated his invisibility and plopped down beside her, pulling her into his arms with a firm tug.
“Meow!!!”
The tabby cat yowled, its fur standing on end as if it had seen a ghost.
[Invisibility? How did he do it? Some kind of optical coating on his clothes?]
[But that shouldn’t achieve complete invisibility... right?]
Hearing Shen Yu’s inner monologue, Jiang Che grinned.
He’d just discovered a new way to tease her.
Oh, you’re a staunch rationalist, huh?
Then how would you explain an ancient martial artist's abilities?
The thought of a self-proclaimed science-respecting person watching someone ride a sword through the air... now that was hilarious.
Maybe someday, he could even teach Shen Yu to become an ancient martial artist herself.
“So? Impressed?”
Jiang Che’s hand rested on Shen Yu’s slender waist, already wandering.
He’d heard that Shen Yu had recently turned down an offer from Yan University and enrolled at Z University instead—now that was interesting.
What did that mean?
Little Yu’er was already hooked!
Of course, Jiang Che had to take the initiative.
“That was... invisibility?” Shen Yu asked, brows knitted.
Jiang Che snapped his fingers, grinning. “Bingo. Smart girl.”
He then shamelessly planted a kiss on her cheek.
Shen Yu stared at him with unwavering focus.
“How did you do it?”
Jiang Che chuckled. “My system, obviously. There’s a lot you don’t know yet.”
Shen Yu remained immune to his flirting—she was a purely logical person, not one to easily fall for such tricks.
“System...”
She nodded slightly. If it was a system, that explained it. Some kind of cutting-edge optical technology, tricking human vision to create the illusion of invisibility.
Tsk tsk, my apologies, Shen Yu. I really didn’t mean to outscore you. Did your system mission fail?
Jiang Che's tone dripped with green tea (fake innocence), enough to ruffle even Shen Yu's unshakable composure.
When she stayed silent, he doubled down.
“Yu’er, I heard you gave up Yan University for Z University? I knew you had feelings for me~”
Meeting Jiang Che had taught Shen Yu just how thick-skinned a person could be.
“Jiang Che, our relationship is purely transactional. You provide information, I provide physical intimacy. Let me make this clear—I will never fall in love with anyone.”
“Heh. The last person who said that is now utterly devoted to me.”
Jiang Che wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
Just look at Chen Ningshuang—she’d been just as stubborn at first.
Now? She dragged him into training every other day, too eager to improve!
Shen Yu didn’t respond. Her stomach growled.
“Gurgle—”
Perfect timing.
“You can leave now. I need to eat.”
Jiang Che’s lips curled into a scheming smile. He’d timed this visit precisely for dinner.
He was confident in his god-tier cooking skills—no one could resist it, not even Shen Yu.
“Perfect. As your boyfriend, I’ll cook us a candlelit dinner... and I’m staying the night.”
Shen Yu’s eye twitched. He was really testing her patience.
You can’t stay. It’s my period.
Jiang Che burst out laughing. “That excuse is weak. Your period ended four days ago.”
“You—!” Shen Yu was stunned. How did this man know her most private details?
“What can I say? I’m versed in medicine.”
Jiang Che wasn’t just boasting—his divine-tier traditional Chinese medicine skills were no joke.
Observation, Listening, Questioning, Diagnosis—something as simple as tracking a menstrual cycle was child's play.
“A hungry stomach is a stubborn foe. Gotta eat before we get to work.”
Without hesitation, Jiang Che barged into Shen Yu’s house, pulling her into the kitchen.
Soon, the aroma of cooking filled the air.
Want to win a woman’s heart? First, conquer her stomach. Understand her needs!
Shen Yu stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Jiang Che bustle about.
Her usually unshakable heart developed another tiny crack.
Shen Yu was indeed a creature of absolute logic, nearly incapable of falling in love—perhaps it was innate.
Her heart was encased in layers of concrete.
Yet Jiang Che hammered away at it relentlessly.
No matter how rational she was, she was still human.
True heartlessness was impossible.
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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.
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...
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.”
