At the thought of the vast warehouse of gold and jewels his master had left for him, Ye Qing couldn't help but smirk.
A hundred tons of gold—what did that even mean? It was worth billions!
His master, who claimed to have lived from the late Qing dynasty to the present day, had supposedly carried these treasures out of the Qing imperial palace, personally gifted by Empress Dowager Cixi herself. Among them were countless priceless calligraphy works, paintings, and porcelain pieces.
All of it was hidden in a secret cave dwelling somewhere in the capital.
Combined, these treasures were nothing short of a fortune beyond measure.
Ye Qing’s eyes quickly hardened with determination. He set off immediately—first stop, the capital.
Money was indispensable, especially for a martial artist like him. The resources needed for cultivation, including medicinal herbs for pill refining, required a staggering amount of wealth.
Under the cover of the pitch-black night, Ye Qing’s figure gradually vanished into the darkness.
Unbeknownst to him, however, a shadowy figure clad in black had been silently following him the entire time.
...
Ye Qing moved swiftly, arriving in the capital within hours.
In his hand was a compass, its needle spinning wildly.
Following its guidance, Ye Qing slowly traced his way forward.
“Almost there… less than 500 meters now. But why does this place feel so familiar?”
He frowned in confusion. He had the strangest sense that he’d been here before.
But this was his first time stepping into the secular world!
Soon, he realized where that familiarity came from.
“Huh? We’re here?”
Ye Qing looked up—and his expression instantly twisted in horror.
Before him stood an imposing, majestic gate.
Two stone lions crouched on either side, while three enormous plaques hung above the entrance:
[Jiang]
[Home of the Top Scholar]
[First Under Heaven, Supreme Martial Leader]
“The Jiang Family?!”
Ye Qing’s mind shattered.
After all this searching… he’d circled right back to the Jiang Family?!
Was this a damn death sentence?!
Suddenly, he remembered the single word his master had written in his palm before he left the mountain:
Jiang.
Everything clicked.
So that was it!
His Ninth Master had left him a treasure hoard—buried right beneath the Jiang Family’s estate in the capital! No wonder he’d written that single character!
“Damn it all! It’s right within reach…”
Ye Qing’s face twisted as if he’d eaten something vile. This was a fortune beyond imagination!
“But at least… it seems the Jiang Family hasn’t gotten their hands on it yet. The feng shui here hasn’t been disrupted.”
Ye Qing’s Third Master was an old Taoist priest, a true inheritor of celestial arts. Having learned a thing or two about feng shui from him, Ye Qing could tell that the treasures remained untouched.
Which meant he still had a chance!
But now came an even bigger headache—how the hell was he supposed to retrieve the treasure right under the Jiang Family’s nose?
Because this wasn’t just about gold and jewels. His master had left behind priceless elixirs and medicinal herbs, all of which he desperately needed!
After much deliberation, Ye Qing settled on a bold plan.
“I’ll dig a tunnel.”
It was the only way. If he tried to negotiate openly with the Jiang Family, they’d undoubtedly hoard everything for themselves.
......
The next morning.
Under Jiang Che’s “meticulous nurturing,” Chen Ningshuang’s cultivation broke through yet another minor realm.
Her strength now teetered on the edge of the late-stage Grandmaster level!
Only after fully stabilizing her breakthrough did Chen Ningshuang drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile.
“Tsk tsk tsk… my poor back. Almost couldn’t take it.”
Jiang Che rubbed his waist, joking to himself.
With his current strength, he could probably “ascend in broad daylight” without breaking a sweat—there was no way he’d actually struggle.
...
Meanwhile, Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao were lazing in bed again.
“Sleeping in again?” Jiang Che chuckled and shook his head.
Girls like Ye Mengyao and Yu Wan'er, still in school, adored sleeping late. Now that they were free from academic pressure, their days consisted of nothing but fun and naps.
They’d sleep straight through until noon if left unchecked.
“Meow~ meow~”
Su Mianmian padded over on delicate cat paws, brushing against Jiang Che’s leg. These days, she hardly ever brought up the topic of Transformation Pills anymore—or rather, she’d come to accept her feline fate.
Sure, Jiang Che could turn her human again… but the cost was absurd!
A single Transformation Pill cost hundreds of millions. At that price, it was cheaper to buy her life outright! Might as well treat that one brief transformation as a fleeting dream.
Jiang Che bent down and scooped her up, studying the fluffy Ragdoll in his arms.
“Su Mianmian, I met an adorable little cat not long ago. Gave her a Transformation Pill, ended up with the cutest little catgirl. I’ll introduce you two someday.”
Su Mianmian’s fur immediately puffed up in outrage.
[Jiang Che!!! You gave another stray a Transformation Pill before me?!]
“What’s wrong? Jealous?” He smirked.
[Pfft! As if! With all the women around you, have I ever been jealous? I just think it’s a waste!]
[Wait—was that cat a transmigrator like me?]
“Nope. Just a regular little tabby.”
[……]
[Jiang Che, you absolute monster! That cat didn’t even have human consciousness, and you turned her into a wife?! You’re worse than a dog!]
Su Mianmian’s worldview had been utterly shattered. This guy had zero morals!
“Oh? So you don’t want to transform anymore?”
Jiang Che grinned and opened his palm, revealing over a dozen pristine white pills, each radiating a potent medicinal aroma.
[……?!]
[How do you have so many Transformation Pills?! That’s—that’s billions worth!]
Su Mianmian was floored.
If Jiang Che’s earlier claim held—that each pill cost 200 million—then this handful was worth tens of billions!
“I improved the formula. The same amount of ingredients that used to make one pill can now produce an entire batch.”
Jiang Che smoothly fed her the lie.
After all, if she knew the true cost, she’d never dare ask again.
[!!!]
Instantly, Su Mianmian perked up. At this rate… each pill was only a few million?
Still expensive, sure—but a far cry from hundreds of millions!
And so… the scheming began.
[Jiang Che, you’re the best~~~ Transform me just once? Pleeease?]
[My heat cycle isn’t over yet… it’s been really uncomfortable lately~]
She rubbed against his legs insistently, purring like an engine.
Jiang Che: “……”
Too bad, little temptress. The tables had turned.
He ignored her pleas, content to simply stroke her fur.
Meanwhile, a message came through from Puppet No. 3, still tailing Ye Qing.
“Huh? Ye Qing’s digging a hole a few kilometers from the Jiang Family’s estate?”
Jiang Che frowned. What was this guy planning?
Planting mines?
Who the hell buried mines a kilometer away from their target?
“A tunnel? And it’s headed straight for the Jiang Family?”
He did a quick calculation—then laughed in realization.
“So that’s why he’s digging. His master’s treasure is buried right beneath the Jiang Family’s feet!”
Jiang Che's smile gradually turned sinister.
Well, isn't this... just perfect?
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!
