At the police station.
"I'm fucking done with this. Can you guys stop detaining me? I have urgent matters to attend to!"
While Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue were out on their date, Xiao Chen had already been taken into the interrogation room.
The officers questioning him were at a loss—this was the first time they’d encountered a situation like this.
When they first received the emergency call, they thought it was a prank. After all, how could a shared bicycle end up on the highway?
But after checking the surveillance footage, everyone was stunned. Someone had actually been speeding on a bicycle on the highway!
Even when they went to arrest him, two police cars couldn’t catch up to him.
"Mr. Xiao Chen, are you not aware that non-motorized vehicles are prohibited on highways? And not to mention... you were... speeding!"
The officers couldn’t keep straight faces when mentioning the speeding part.
"I really have something urgent!" Xiao Chen fidgeted restlessly, feeling an odd itch on his head, as if something was about to sprout.
"You’re suspected of speeding and may face 3 to 7 days in detention, along with a fine of 5,000 yuan!"
Hearing the officers' words, Xiao Chen’s heart sank, but then his eyes narrowed slightly.
Well, it seems he had no choice but to reveal his first identity!
"I was planning to live among you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was distance. Now, I’m done pretending!"
"Time to come clean—I’m the son-in-law of the Ji family! My wife is Ji Ningxue, CEO of the Ji Corporation in Hangcheng!"
Xiao Chen spread his hands, a smirk curling at his lips.
The officers exchanged glances, frowning.
"Alright then, give us your family’s contact number. We’ll call them, and once the fine is paid, you can leave."
Though they were police officers, they were just ordinary people busy with their jobs. How would they know what the Ji family was?
Xiao Chen sighed in relief and gave them Ji Ningxue’s number.
"Mr. Xiao Chen, the call isn’t going through..."
At that moment, Ji Ningxue was immersed in a thrilling and intimate date—why would she answer Xiao Chen’s call?
"Then... try calling the Ji family’s number."
This time, it was Ji Ningxue’s mother, Zhao Li, who picked up.
The moment she heard Xiao Chen had been arrested, she flew into a rage, berating him mercilessly.
"You useless piece of trash! Embarrassing us in front of the police! How many times have I told you—never mention the Ji family when you’re out causing trouble!"
"Officers, sorry for the trouble. Just keep that good-for-nothing locked up for a few more days. Bail is out of the question..."
With that, she hung up.
The officers looked at each other, bewildered.
Xiao Chen’s face darkened. His mother-in-law had just humiliated him in front of everyone?
Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone him—Xiao Chen, the God of War! With a single command, he could summon his army of 100,000 soldiers!
Hmph, next time I do laundry, I’ll wash all her underwear. Let’s see how she copes without any...
He swallowed the humiliation.
He had to. After all, hadn’t he endured enough disgrace in the Ji family over the years?
Of course, if he wanted to leave, he had ways.
Any one of his identities—God of War, Dragon King, or Asura—would make these ordinary officers treat him with reverence. But he couldn’t expose any of them!
...
Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue spent the entire day together until evening.
After letting loose, Ji Ningxue felt lighter than she had in years. Since entering university, she’d never had this much fun, and after taking over the company, her life had become even busier.
"Whew..." A faint sheen of sweat glistened on Ji Ningxue’s forehead as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. With each breath, her alluring figure trembled slightly.
Jiang Che couldn’t tear his eyes away.
"So, where to next?" Ji Ningxue asked eagerly.
"Well... it’s getting late. Either we hit a bar, or we go home—my place—and I’ll cook you a heartfelt dinner. What do you think?"
"A bar?" Ji Ningxue frowned. Raised in a strict household, she’d never set foot in such a place.
"No way. What if I get drunk and you take advantage of me? Hmph!" She shot Jiang Che a haughty look.
"Then come home with me. I’ll whip up a feast just for you." Jiang Che raised a brow.
"You—" Ji Ningxue was speechless. Jiang Che was downright cunning!
He knew she’d never agree to the bar, so he’d given her only one real option.
"You can cook?"
Her eyes brimmed with skepticism.
In her mind, rich young masters like Jiang Che shouldn’t even know how to boil water.
Just like her—her rare attempts at cooking usually ended with the kitchen in ruins.
"Of course. My cooking... once you taste it, you’ll never forget it." A mysterious smile played on his lips.
"Oh? I’d love to see how you make it unforgettable."
...
Jiang Che had booked a presidential suite—a luxurious beachfront villa costing over 100,000 yuan a night.
Coincidentally, the hotel was part of the Zhou family’s empire in Hangcheng.
The Zhous dominated the hospitality industry, with chains spread across the entire Dragon Country.
Zhou Kai, somehow having gotten wind of Jiang Che’s stay, eagerly waived all charges—just the opportunity he needed to stay on Jiang Che’s radar.
"Wait... why are we at a hotel?"
Ji Ningxue panicked. A man and a woman alone in a hotel room... what happened next was hardly a mystery.
"Where else? Should we go to your place instead?"
Flustered, Ji Ningxue averted her gaze.
Jiang Che took her hand, and she shivered, trying to pull away—but his grip was firm.
Before she knew it, she was led into the kitchen.
Wait... is he planning to do it in the kitchen? No way... that’s too reckless!
Jiang Che sighed. What on earth was this CEO fantasizing about?
Only when he tied on an apron and picked up a spatula did Ji Ningxue realize his actual intention.
Mortified, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Jiang Che simply glanced at her before turning to prepare the ingredients.
Watching his skilled hands at work, Ji Ningxue gradually relaxed, her curiosity piqued as she observed.
Seriously? You actually know how to cook?
She was stunned. She’d assumed Jiang Che was all talk.
But his knife skills were impeccable—something only years of practice could achieve.
Soon, an irresistible aroma filled the kitchen, teasing Ji Ningxue’s senses.
Even as someone accustomed to gourmet delicacies, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.
It smelled amazing!
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
