At the Jiang Family Villa.
"Yaoyao-jie, that pervert must be out chasing other girls again," Yu Wan'er grumbled while sitting cross-legged on the sofa, inexplicably in a sulk.
She knew Jiang Che all too well—this guy couldn't live without women. With so many girls already at home… yet he still sneaked out to fool around?
"Come on, Wan'er, don’t be mad. How can you be so sure Jiang Che is actually meeting another girl?"
"Jiang Che has a lot on his plate right now. Uncle Jiang handed Yuanche Pharmaceutical over to him… Now he’s the CEO of a trillion-dollar enterprise. He must be swamped with work~"
Yu Wan'er pouted.
[My poor Yaoyao-jie has become a hopeless romantic~ Now she’s even making excuses for Jiang Che’s womanizing.]
"I heard… Qiangsheng Group, the company Jiang Che founded, is full of beauties, especially that female president, Leng Ningqiu—an absolute stunner. That scumbag Jiang Che must’ve been cheating on us behind our backs."
When girls gather, gossip is inevitable.
"Surely not?" Qin Qiaoqiao covered her mouth in surprise.
"Wan'er! Talking smack about Jiang Che behind his back? Don’t blame me if I secretly snitch on you," Ye Mengyao teased with a grin.
"Then you’ll be the one suffering again~"
Yu Wan'er’s face instantly flushed red. "You’re all making fun of me again!"
"Hehehe~" Qin Qiaoqiao flashed a mischievous smile and lunged at Yu Wan'er, her fingers relentlessly tickling the petite girl’s waist.
"Gahahaha~~~"
One of a tsundere’s weaknesses: ticklishness.
Attacking this weak spot yielded unexpectedly effective results—something Jiang Che had mastered through experience.
Qin Qiaoqiao used to be a proper goody-two-shoes, but after spending so much time around Jiang Che… she’d developed a bit of a devilish streak.
Bai Jie, on the other hand, stood obediently to the side, helping the maids with household chores while occasionally pocketing a pair or two of Jiang Che’s underwear.
For a yandere like her, no one except Jiang Che could spark her interest—no matter how adorable Yu Wan'er was.
......
As it turned out, Yu Wan'er’s understanding of Jiang Che was spot-on.
She knew him inside out.
"Stir-Fried Little Fish" was indeed a delectable dish—savory, sweet, and utterly addictive!
The next morning.
Shen Yu woke up early as usual.
Despite barely sleeping the night before, her biological clock ensured she was up before seven.
Lying in Jiang Che’s arms, her mood remained eerily calm, as if nothing could stir her emotions.
"Why are you up so early?"
Jiang Che smoothed her long hair with a lazy hand, the scent of the girl’s fragrance filling the sheets.
"I have to study in the mornings."
"Study what? You’re young and free—exams are over! Big tests call for big fun, small tests for small fun, and no tests? Just fun. You’re completely liberated now… Why keep grinding? Go back to sleep!"
Shen Yu: "……"
"I need breakfast."
"I’ll make it for you later—fried dough sticks, soy milk, and eggs," Jiang Che replied impatiently.
"I have to use the bathroom."
"Fine, I’ll carry you there."
"Never mind. Let’s just sleep." Shen Yu was utterly speechless.
She was completely dumbfounded. How could someone be so shameless?
Nestled in Jiang Che’s arms, Shen Yu blinked up at his flawless profile, mentally coaxing herself to fall for him.
After all, Jiang Che’s system was a conquest-based one. To reap benefits from him… she had to make herself love him!
But… her heart remained as still as a frozen lake, not a ripple of emotion in sight.
Jiang Che’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep.
Heh, little girl, I refuse to believe you won’t crack. I’ve already conquered you—don’t you know that familiarity breeds affection?
But the next second, Jiang Che’s confidence shattered when he overheard Shen Yu’s thoughts.
[Right, the draft papers I wrote yesterday got burned. I only calculated halfway through.]
[I added 17 terms of that convergent series and made it to the 42nd digit. Now I have to start over…]
And so, snuggled against Jiang Che, Shen Yu mentally calculated a ridiculously complex convergent series all the way to the 50th digit—leaving Jiang Che utterly defeated.
Well, conquering Shen Yu’s heart was clearly a long and arduous road.
Because this girl’s heart was practically encased in concrete!
...
It wasn’t until noon that Jiang Che finally got up.
Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief!
She hurried to the bathroom—even geniuses had to pee.
When she returned, Jiang Che smirked at her.
"So, Shen Yu, how do you feel?"
Shen Yu frowned. "I’m sore. I can barely walk…"
Jiang Che’s lips twitched. "I meant, do you feel any surging power inside you?"
"Like… internal energy?"
Jiang Che was exasperated. Last night, he’d practiced dual cultivation with her. With his current strength, a single session should’ve elevated her to mid-level Dark Force mastery.
"Internal energy…"
The girl murmured to herself but soon sensed an unusual, potent force within her body.
"This is…"
"Yep, that’s internal energy."
Jiang Che grinned and took her hand. "From now on, you’re a martial artist."
A martial artist…
Shen Yu’s brain nearly short-circuited.
She stared blankly at her hands. Everything seemed to be spiraling in an unpredictable direction.
She’d never imagined she’d one day become a… martial artist?
"Here—this ointment helps heal… tears. Very effective, personally tested."
Jiang Che tossed a tube of green balm onto the bed.
Shen Yu: "……"
Looking at the ointment, her heart inexplicably wavered.
Before leaving, Jiang Che checked on the orange tabby, Huangdoufen (Soybean Flour).
The effects of the transformation pill had long worn off, and the cat was curled up asleep in the wardrobe.
"Tsk tsk, a little orange cat paired with a little fish—perfect match."
Jiang Che scooped up Huangdoufen and gave its tail a playful tug.
"Who’d have thought? This chubby cat turns into such an adorable catgirl when transformed?"
A ditsy, kitten-eared loli—in terms of cuteness, she could rival even a tsundere like Yu Wan'er.
He then turned to Shen Yu with a grin. "Little Yu’er, can I take your cat home for a few days?"
"No." Shen Yu’s refusal was absolute.
She marched over, snatched Huangdoufen back, and clutched the cat protectively.
If she couldn’t figure out his intentions by now, her sky-high IQ would’ve been wasted.
"Jiang Che, let me remind you—humans and spirits are fundamentally different. There’s reproductive isolation between you."
"Huh? That’s even better?" Jiang Che feigned surprise.
Shen Yu: "……"
She was truly dumbfounded—Jiang Che kept pushing the boundaries of her understanding of human decency.
Too shameless! Utterly, ridiculously shameless!
"Heh, take care, Xiao Yu’er. I’ll be visiting often from now on."
Watching Jiang Che’s retreating figure, Shen Yu felt another crack form in her resolve.
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?!
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!
