"Ahhh, this feels amazing~~~~"
Chen Hao on the third floor was enjoying a full-body massage with aromatic oils from a foreign masseuse.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten about Yang Ming's situation.
[Ding! Host successfully screwed over Yang Ming, gaining 5,000 "Screw You" points.]
The brutal beating had brought Chen Hao a hefty profit.
"Yang Ming is a Chosen One after all—he won't die so easily. But even if he survives this time, I’ll still take his clairvoyant eyes."
A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Hao's eyes.
Ever since binding with the "Screw You" System, he had completely embraced the darkness—no emotions, no mercy.
To him, everyone marked as a "screw-you target" was just prey. Nothing more.
About ten minutes later, the system chimed again.
[Ding! Host completed the mission—gouging out Yang Ming’s clairvoyant eyes. Reward: 100,000 "Screw You" points.]
Chen Hao snapped his fingers. "But I can’t let him die. He’s still a good cash cow."
With that, he pulled up his pants and rushed out.
Seeing Yang Ming half-dead with both eyes gouged out, Chen Hao immediately turned on the waterworks, tears streaming down his face like a seasoned actor.
[Wait… huh? This guy can’t even see me. Who am I crying for?]
The tears stopped mid-flow.
"Let go of my brother!" Chen Hao’s voice boomed across the casino.
Yang Ming, barely clinging to life, seemed to grasp at this lifeline. "Brother Chen! Brother Chen, save me!"
"Little Yang, I’m too late~~~"
Chen Hao’s wails were downright heartbreaking. Then, with a display of grandmaster-level prowess, he stunned the crowd, flexed his dominance, and took Yang Ming away.
......
"Damn, Chen Hao’s got a traitorous streak now? Playing mind games?"
Jiang Che had noticed Chen Hao’s every move—after all, the guy had just exploded with over two million points. There was no hiding that kind of energy.
"But bro-in-law, even if you’ve got a rebellious bone, you’re still in my palm. Heh heh heh—"
After his luck ran dry, Chen Hao had gradually morphed into the prototype of a villain.
"Jiang Che, what’s wrong with my brother?" Chen Ningshuang asked, puzzled.
"Nothing much. I’m just in a bad mood. When we train later, you might have to endure a bit of hardship."
Chen Ningshuang’s eyes lit up. She was just one step away from becoming a grandmaster!
By now, she had grown dependent on Jiang Che’s help in cultivation. Once you’ve ridden a sports car, who’d want to go back to a tricycle? Impossible!
"I… I don’t mind. Jiang Che, as long as you can help me break through to grandmaster, it’s fine."
Her delicate face was filled with unwavering determination—pure thirst for power, no distractions.
...
Evening.
"Boom—"
A dull thud echoed as Chen Ningshuang lost control of her surging internal energy, nearly blowing up the bed.
At the same time, her cultivation officially crossed the threshold from peak master to grandmaster.
A faint martial domain enveloped the entire Jiang family villa.
Jiang Che, however, was in an awkward spot. His cultivation talent was abysmal—stuck at peak master, unable to advance to grandmaster no matter how many dual cultivation sessions he tried.
"Jiang Che, I did it."
Chen Ningshuang’s face radiated unparalleled excitement. Once upon a time, becoming a grandmaster had been her lifelong goal.
Even with her confidence in her talent, she had estimated it would take at least fifteen years.
But now? In less than half a year by Jiang Che’s side, she had achieved it. This terrifying speed was something she’d never dared dream of!
"Heh… Satisfied already? My cultivation talent might suck, but my ‘root bone’ doesn’t!"
Jiang Che smirked suggestively. By now, Chen Ningshuang was a seasoned veteran—she knew exactly what he meant.
"Whether it sucks or not… I’ll have to test it myself." She smirked, her eyes as alluring as a fox’s.
Just then—
BAM!
The bedroom door was kicked open.
"What the hell are you two doing?! Can’t you let people sleep? Renovating or fighting in here?!"
Yu Wan'er stood there in pajamas, barefoot, rubbing her sleepy eyes but fuming with rage.
The noise from Chen Ningshuang’s breakthrough had jolted the little loli awake. Forced out of sleep, she was now fearless and ready to throw hands with anyone.
Chen Ningshuang winced. "Sorry, Wan'er… Didn’t mean to disturb you."
Jiang Che licked his lips and waved a hand. "Yu Wan'er, your cultivation’s lacking too. Let me help you break through to Transform Force."
A surge of energy yanked Yu Wan'er right into his grasp.
Chen Ningshuang blinked, then quickly understood Jiang Che’s intentions, her cheeks flushing slightly.
...
"Knock knock knock—"
Someone rapped on the door.
"Which bastard is knocking now?" Jiang Che cursed inwardly.
[Jiang Che, I’m sorry >︿<]
"Shh, quiet. Someone’s here." He pressed a hand over the little loli’s mouth to silence her.
[You @#￥&!@!]
Jiang Che stuffed Yu Wan'er under the blankets—she was so tiny, she disappeared completely.
"Jiang Che? You… still awake?"
Gu Lingfei stepped inside after knocking.
"Lingfei-jie, what’s up? Hmm—"
Jiang Che’s eye twitched. This damn loli was taking advantage of the situation to mess with him?!
A big-shot villain like him, outplayed by a brat? He’d have to reclaim his dignity later.
"Che, it’s nothing major. I’ve got a class reunion coming up. Wanna come with me? You can pretend to be my boyfriend..."
Jiang Che’s lips curled.
"Lingfei-jie, didn’t you study abroad? You lived overseas for seven or eight years. What classmates are these?"
Gu Lingfei sighed. "High school classmates. They insisted on inviting me. A close friend is dragging me along—I couldn’t refuse."
Jiang Che facepalmed. Was this the classic "class reunion" trope from urban novels?
This plotline appeared in almost every damn book—eleven out of ten, even. And now he was stuck in it?
Logically, Gu Lingfei was now the CEO of a listed company. Her high school classmates were in a completely different world—the class divide was like heaven and earth.
"So the issue isn’t with Gu Lingfei. That means someone else triggered this ‘class reunion’ trope. Another Chosen One, perhaps?"
Jiang Che’s interest was piqued. Ever since becoming a villain, he’d grown hyper-aware of these cliché plotlines.
"Lingfei-jie, who’s this ‘close friend’ of yours?"
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes and asked.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?!
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.”
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...
