"Shen Yu???"
The moment Ye Mengyao caught sight of Shen Yu, she nearly exploded with rage!
Unlike Qin Qiaoqiao, her impression of this woman was far from favorable.
Back then, when she had struggled with a problem and approached Shen Yu for help, all she got in return was a dismissive "You're too stupid!"
Those four words—"You're too stupid"—were like a dagger to the pride of a haughty young lady like her.
"Ye Mengyao! Classmates should get along and not pick fights with each other..."
Jiang Che's voice reached Ye Mengyao's ears.
Damn it~~~
Ye Mengyao clenched her delicate fists.
[Hmph, I thought you were some aloof ice queen, but you're just another sly fox.]
She shot a glance at Shen Yu's flimsy nightgown and gritted her teeth.
"Alright, alright, you're both girls. What conflict can't be resolved? If it really comes down to it, I'll step in and mediate!"
With one arm around Ye Mengyao and the other around Shen Yu, Jiang Che pulled them both close.
Ye Mengyao panicked. By now, she was something of an "old hand" and could easily read between the lines of Jiang Che's words.
Ugh, there was no way she'd ever agree to... with this vixen!
"Sigh~"
Jiang Che exhaled dramatically. Clearly, it was up to him, the professional mediator, to save the day.
Just then, the system's voice chimed in.
[Ding! The luck of the 'Son of Destiny,' Ye Liangchen, has fluctuated. Host receives 1000 points.]
[Ding! The luck of the 'Son of Destiny,' Ye Liangchen, has been severed.]
[Overall rating: S-tier. Host receives rewards: Source Code of the Ultimate Show-Off System, Epic Treasure Chest.]
Jiang Che frowned. "Who the hell is Ye Liangchen?"
For a moment, he couldn’t even recall who this guy was.
[Ding! Friendly reminder from the system: Ye Liangchen, the 'Son of Destiny,' was bound to the 'Ultimate Show-Off System.' As long as he showed off, he grew stronger.]
Jiang Che was still baffled. He only knew of this "Son of Destiny" in passing, but having always operated from the shadows, he’d never actually met Ye Liangchen.
Naturally, he had no idea the guy even had an "Ultimate Show-Off System."
"But it doesn’t matter anymore. Brother Qiang will handle it."
Jiang Che had full confidence in Brother Qiang’s abilities. So far... every "Son of Destiny" who fell into Brother Qiang’s hands underwent a thorough "rehabilitation" in no time.
...
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit basement somewhere.
After a full month of relentless torment, the "stock market prodigy," Qin Tian, had finally broken.
This was no life for a human being!
Beside him, Ye Liangchen had also completed his descent into darkness.
[Ding! Host has pulled off a deranged act. Reward: 3 days' worth of inner energy.]
Ye Liangchen scratched his head. "What the hell is this chattering in my ears?"
[...]
[Ding! System detects host lacks the will to show off. Initiating automatic unbinding...]
[Beep beep beep! Unbinding failed! Detected unknown virus intrusion!!! System activating emergency defenses!!!]
[Ding! System defenses breached. Forced unbinding in progress...]
A flash of red light flickered as Ye Liangchen’s system desperately resisted some unspeakable force—only to be utterly crushed, falling silent forever.
"Liangchen, what are you doing? Focus."
Brother Qiang’s deep voice rang out, snapping Ye Liangchen back to reality. Just hearing that voice now sent shivers down his spine.
"Brother Qiang, there was just some mosquito buzzing in my ear!"
"There’s no way a mosquito could be here. Now that I’ve reached the Grandmaster realm, no living thing can escape my senses."
The icy voice belonged to Lin Yu, the first "Son of Destiny" to embrace the darkness.
That’s right—Lin Yu, now fully corrupted, had ascended to the rank of Grandmaster!
"Darkness amplifies power tenfold; redemption weakens it by three."
It was almost unbelievable. In less than a year, Lin Yu had gone from the early stages of Dark Force to Grandmaster—a pace that put most "Sons of Destiny" to shame.
Though his path to power had been... unconventional, to say the least.
......
With Jiang Che’s intervention as mediator, the conflict between Shen Yu and Ye Mengyao was quickly resolved.
In Jiang Che’s world, there was no such thing as an irreconcilable dispute between girls.
At the dining table...
Shen Yu ate her meal in small, delicate bites. In just one day, her entire worldview had been shattered.
Though she was naturally reserved, she still understood propriety and shame—yet today, all sense of shame had been tossed aside.
Still, Jiang Che’s cooking was undeniably delicious. Exhausted from the day’s... activities, Shen Yu was starving. She lowered her head and shoveled another big bite into her mouth.
[You damn pervert, always flirting with women. I hope you get an STD.]
[No, no—I shouldn’t curse him with that. Better to wish for erectile dysfunction. Ugh...]
Jiang Che sat at the head of the table, exuding the aura of a household patriarch.
His daily life was monotonous and dull: jogging in Yu Wan’er’s size-38 shoes, training with Chen Ningshuang, or indulging in a round of "Stir-Fried Little Fish."
But Shen Yu was new here. Even Yu Wan’er’s stamina now surpassed hers.
Weak constitution meant... life under Jiang Che’s roof would be even more grueling.
The key to perfecting "Stir-Fried Little Fish" lay in high-heat cooking!
Three days later, Shen Yu cracked.
"Jiang Che, I’m going home."
She confronted him with a stern face, but there was no way Jiang Che would let her off so easily.
"Oh? Little Yu, are you scared?"
"You want me to let you go? Fine... I’ll release you the moment you fall for me."
Propping his chin on one hand, Jiang Che smirked, fully embracing his role as the shameless rogue.
"I don’t know how to 'fall for someone.' Being with you doesn’t stir anything in my heart."
Shen Yu spoke bluntly. For any man, those words would be a crushing blow.
But Jiang Che understood—this was just who Shen Yu was. The concept of "love" simply didn’t exist in her emotional vocabulary. Did anyone really think "absolute rationality" was just a joke?
She could react. She could even feel desire. But her heart remained untouched.
Even if the most handsome man in the world stood before her... the outcome would be the same.
Yet Jiang Che refused to accept that. The greater the challenge, the sweeter the victory.
Shen Yu? She was his. And not even Jesus could change that.
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.
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.”
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!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
