Anti-Ancient Martial Particle Weapons—these were absolutely a top-tier killing tool for Jiang Che!
From the incident where Ye Qing summoned her master's phantom using a necklace, Jiang Che had already grasped one thing: the gates across the future Blue Star world would inevitably open, and a group of formidable ancient martial artists would descend upon the planet.
Ye Qing's eighteen masters were all at least at the Shattering Heaven stage, with the eldest master even half-step into the Divine Passage realm. Yet, they had still been imprisoned in the Immortal Prison.
Thus, Jiang Che had to prepare in advance. These anti-ancient martial weapons were incredibly powerful. While they might not be very effective against ordinary people, they had exceptional strike capabilities against ancient martial artists.
Some weapons were even labeled as capable of killing Divine Passage martial artists!
The stronger the weapon, the more exorbitant its cost. Many of the raw materials weren’t easy to obtain.
"Ningqiu, acquiring these materials will definitely be difficult for you. I’m afraid it won’t be completed in the short term," Jiang Che said, sitting on the sofa while Leng Ningqiu nestled in his arms, flipping through the documents he had provided.
To Leng Ningqiu, Jiang Che’s tasks were like imperial decrees.
"You’ve worked hard lately," Jiang Che gently smoothed her long hair.
The woman smiled sweetly. "As long as Master is happy, Ningqiu has no complaints."
Just look—where else could you find such a capable and utterly devoted wife?
Even a sports car needed fuel, but Leng Ningqiu only required an infusion of Jiang Che’s... energy.
...
Las Vegas, inside a certain casino.
Yang Ming, who had won 17 consecutive rounds, was the center of attention. With his X-ray vision, he could effortlessly win any bet!
The gambling table had long become dull and tedious for him.
"Young man, your luck is incredible. Seventeen straight wins—I haven’t seen anyone this lucky in years," a casino staff member slowly approached Yang Ming.
Yang Ming looked up, his eyes darkening slightly. He knew it was time to leave.
When he first entered the Las Vegas casino, he had only brought $20. But in just two short hours, he had earned a staggering $27 million?
No, no—he was even more impressive than Chen Daozai back in the day. He had made $270 million!
Still, it was time to quit while he was ahead. If he kept going, the casino might not let him walk away.
Not that he was afraid. Though Yang Ming was a weakling, he had brought backup!
His teammate Chen Hao might be a little unreliable, but he was, after all, a grandmaster-level martial artist. Protecting Yang Ming wouldn’t be a problem.
Yang Ming left the table and dialed Chen Hao.
The other end of the call immediately delivered indecent noises. "Ohhh~ right there! Only foreign girls know how to give a proper massage!"
Clearly, Chen Hao had already taken Yang Ming’s winnings and gone off to enjoy himself.
For some reason, Yang Ming’s heart sank. He had a feeling Chen Hao was being unreliable again.
"Should I keep gambling? I think I’m being watched..."
Chen Hao’s voice on the other end was impatient. "What’s there to fear? I’ve got your back. Don’t forget—I’m a grandmaster! Even if you get caught cheating, I can get you out easily."
"What’s $270 million? If you don’t make $2.7 billion, I’ll look down on you."
Hearing Chen Hao’s words, Yang Ming felt a little more confident.
"Alright then, Brother Chen. Today, I’ll go all out and play big."
After hanging up, Chen Hao’s gaze deepened, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, the two blonde foreign masseuses beside him asked curiously, "Handsome, your friend is amazing! He made $270 million in such a short time—is he possessed by the God of Gambling?"
"Yeah, yeah! If your friend’s that good, you must be incredible too, right? We heard you’re some kind of grandmaster—is that true?"
Who could resist the adoring gazes of two beauties?
Chen Hao burst into laughter. "Him? He’s nothing special. Just a cheater—but his method’s different. He doesn’t use his hands... he uses his eyes."
"Without those eyes, he’s worthless!"
Hearing this, the two blondes subtly exchanged glances.
"Ohhh~ Handsome, you trust us so much? Aren’t you afraid we’ll snitch?" one of the busty blondes cooed.
"What does it matter if you know? Even high-speed cameras can’t catch him cheating. Unless... someone quietly digs out his eyes."
[Ding! Host successfully screws over a teammate—earns 10,000 Screw-Over Points.]
Hearing the system’s notification, Chen Hao couldn’t suppress his grin.
Though he and Yang Ming had been good brothers for weeks, in Chen Hao’s eyes, Yang Ming’s X-ray vision was only worth 10,000 Screw-Over Points.
And according to the system’s mission, crippling Yang Ming’s X-ray vision would net him another 100,000.
...
Back in the casino, Yang Ming was on a roll—going all-in and winning $600 million in a single bet!
Dozens of people surrounded him. Nearly all the casino staff had gathered, including the floor manager.
Undercover dealers and security kept their eyes locked on Yang Ming.
This guy had already taken $1.3 billion from their casino—an unprecedented loss that would make their bosses furious. Even if it meant ruining their reputation, they couldn’t let Yang Ming leave alive with the money.
He had to be cheating, but none of them could figure out how.
Just then, a blonde woman hurried over and whispered something to the casino manager.
"So he is a cheater. Seems we’ve met a master today," the man muttered, his gaze turning ruthless as he glared at Yang Ming. "Whatever you took, you’re spitting it all back out today!"
...
Soon, Yang Ming was swimming in cash.
With Chen Hao backing him, he went all out—earning $3 billion. In U.S. dollars!
In the past, Yang Ming had only made millions or tens of millions. This time, he was on cloud nine.
But just as he was about to leave, he was stopped.
The other gamblers in the casino immediately understood—this guy wasn’t walking out today. What good was earning all that money if you couldn’t take it with you? He might even lose his life.
"What do you want?" Yang Ming tightened his grip on the black card, forcing himself to stay calm.
But facing dozens of people, he was terrified.
He should’ve spent more points in the headquarters’ shop to exchange for some life-saving skills.
Still, he had Chen Hao to protect him!
"What do we want? You really think we didn’t notice you cheating? No one’s luck is that insane—thirty-something straight wins without a single loss!"
"What? Never seen someone with god-tier gambling skills before?" Yang Ming retorted coolly.
"If you suck, then practice more. If you can't handle it, don't play. This is gambling—what the hell do you know about it?"
The casino manager's face twisted with fury. "Gambling? Gambling my ass! Get him!"
A swarm of enforcers rushed forward at once!
"What's wrong with you? Can't take a loss?"
"Chen Hao!!! Chen Hao, save me!!!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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'!"
