Chen Hao was stunned. He never expected his brother-in-law to have such an extraordinary background—far more terrifying than he had imagined!
The entire Destiny Association combined couldn’t even stand a chance against Jiang Che? And they had to wait until the future to make their move?
Wait… they were planning to act against Jiang Che?
Chen Hao’s breath hitched, an inexplicable panic rising in his chest.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me Jiang Che has scared you?”
“Cough… How is that possible? I’m just furious… furious that I can’t take revenge. That bastard forced my sister into marriage. I’d love to skin him alive!”
Seeing Chen Hao’s reaction, which didn’t seem feigned, Xu Rong chuckled dismissively.
“No need to be afraid. The power of the Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion is beyond your imagination. They are the true rulers of destiny, entities of unimaginable terror!”
Chen Hao wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “President Xu, what’s your golden finger? Earlier, I saw how formidable your abilities were.”
Xu Rong grinned, his expression brimming with arrogance.
“My ability?”
Since they were both part of the association, he saw no reason to hide it.
“My ability is ‘Super Divine Genes.’ I can perfectly fuse with the genes of any plant or animal.”
“What you saw earlier—me shattering the ground with a single step—was just ‘Ant’s Titan Strength.’ By fusing with the genes of an ant king, I can unleash 500 times my normal strength. And with dragonfly wings, I can soar through the skies and traverse the earth with ease.”
The moment he started talking about his power, Xu Rong’s lips involuntarily curled into a smirk, but he quickly slapped himself to stop it. He couldn’t afford to let his arrogance show—it was a dangerous habit.
“Chen Hao, I reported your system to the Pavilion Master earlier. He’s very impressed with it…”
Chen Hao nodded.
He zoned out for a good half hour before finally snapping back to reality.
Making sure no one was around, he pulled out his phone and sent Jiang Che a message.
After typing and deleting multiple drafts, he finally settled on a single, concise line:
“Be careful. Someone’s coming for you.”
Though he had disliked Jiang Che before, at the end of the day, Jiang Che was still Chen Ningshuang’s man.
……
“Hah—Chen Hao’s got some decency after all.”
Jiang Che smirked as he glanced at the message on his phone.
He was already fully aware of everything that had happened around Chen Hao.
The moment Chen Hao bound himself to the ‘Troll God System,’ he became Jiang Che’s eyes and ears within the Destiny Association.
Every move, every conversation—Jiang Che could monitor it all in real time.
“Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion? So they’re behind ‘the Door’…”
Jiang Che’s interest was piqued. The current protagonists of destiny had been disappointingly weak. The most impressive one he’d encountered so far was that Xu Rong guy.
Xu Rong’s ‘Super Divine Genes’ golden finger seemed decent, but while its floor was high, its ceiling was relatively low.
“I wonder if the Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion have protagonists like ‘Demon Emperor’s Return’ or ‘Immortal Venerable’s Rebirth’?”
Jiang Che muttered to himself. If he had to face someone capable of obliterating planets with a flick of their wrist, well… that would be game over.
But given the current circumstances, it was unlikely such absurdly overpowered individuals existed.
Shaking off the thought, Jiang Che tossed his phone onto the bedside table.
He lifted his wrist and pulled the blanket over Shen Yu, who had long since fallen asleep.
Despite her usual emotionless demeanor, Shen Yu’s physiological responses were brutally honest.
Ahem—don’t get the wrong idea. By ‘physiological responses,’ he meant dependency.
Like right now, for instance. Terrified of thunderstorms, she had curled up tightly against Jiang Che’s chest.
“Tsk, such a sweet girl… What a shame she’s emotionally stunted.”
Jiang Che tilted his head, studying her sleeping face. At rest, Shen Yu looked no different from Ye Mengyao or the others.
“Mmm… Mom… Dad…”
Even in her dreams, Shen Yu murmured softly, likely reliving unpleasant memories. Yet, her absolute rationality prevented her from experiencing fear, even in sleep.
Jiang Che’s gaze softened. Shen Yu really was pitiable.
Lonely, scared, miserable… but unable to express or vent any of it.
She couldn’t even convey happiness or joy. It was as if she had stuffed all her emotions into a glass jar, left to ferment in silence. No one could truly grasp what went on inside her heart.
“Sigh…”
Jiang Che exhaled before pulling her closer into his embrace.
At this point, he had given up hoping Shen Yu would ever fall in love with him. If she did develop feelings, they would undoubtedly be twisted.
For this poor little thing, the only thing he could do was fill her… heart with his overwhelming affection.
…
The next morning.
Jiang Che had barely woken up when Chen Ningshuang barged in.
“Jiang Che, I’ve broken through to the late-stage Grandmaster realm! And this time, I did it without your help!”
She couldn’t suppress the grin on her face.
Ever since she started dual cultivating with Jiang Che, she had grown lazy. Back then, she would wake up at 4 or 5 a.m. to train.
Now? She slept in every day, relying entirely on Jiang Che to ‘feed’ her cultivation.
Breaking through a bottleneck on her own now filled her with immense pride and excitement.
“Oh? So you’re proud of yourself, huh?”
Jiang Che yawned, giving her a sidelong glance.
“Of course! With my current strength, I should be able to overpower you now, right?”
Hands on her hips, Chen Ningshuang’s arrogance had returned in full force.
“Heh—”
Jiang Che chuckled before unleashing his own cultivation aura.
The unmistakable pressure of a peak Grandmaster radiated from him.
“What?! When did you reach peak Grandmaster?!”
Chen Ningshuang felt her entire worldview crumbling. Wasn’t Jiang Che’s talent supposed to be garbage?
How had he surpassed her so easily?
“What do you think? Did you really believe I was dual cultivating with only you?”
His meaning was clear. Even with his lackluster talent, his relentless… efforts had paid off.
“Isn’t there a saying? Success is 99% perspiration and 1% talent. Do you understand the essence of that statement?”
Chen Ningshuang: “…”
Ugh, what kind of ‘perspiration’ are you talking about?! Your cultivation methods are anything but orthodox!
Only Jiang Che could make such shameless training sound so righteous.
“What’s wrong, Ningshuang? Feeling the urge to… improve again?”
Her face flushed red—he had seen right through her.
“Ugh, you shameless rogue!”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
