"Mom~ I drank too much last night..."
Zhao Li's smile widened upon hearing Ji Ningxue's words.
Nothing happened? With those hickeys all over... Who would believe nothing happened between you two?
"Alright, alright, I believe you, okay?"
The woman beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum before leaning closer to Ji Ningxue. "Sweetie, did you two use protection last night? Please tell me you didn’t... If you get pregnant, you’ll be set for life with the Jiang Family! That’s a real powerhouse."
"With their backing, life will be so much easier. You won’t have to work yourself to the bone anymore."
Zhao Li might be calculating, but there was no denying it—she was a devoted mother, much like Yu Wan'er’s adoptive mother.
Before Ji Ningxue could respond, Zhao Li pulled her onto the bed and drew the curtains.
"Sweetie, you’ve been married to Xiao Chen for three years and you’re still a virgin. Clearly, you’re lacking in knowledge. Mom’s been through it all—let me teach you a few tricks..."
Ji Ningxue: "......"
Sometimes, she truly felt hopeless!
......
Capital City, near Yi Garden.
By the lakeside, thousands of people had gathered, forming a bustling crowd.
At the center stood a young man dressed in flowing white ancient robes, wielding a sword with effortless grace.
Jiang Ruoxu was nothing like his former self. He hadn’t meditated or cultivated in over a month.
With a system at his disposal, why bother with traditional training? Just allocating points was way more efficient, wasn’t it?
With a casual flick of his wrist, his sword unleashed countless razor-sharp gusts of energy, so dense they seemed almost tangible. Even the falling leaves in the air were instantly pulverized.
The crowd erupted in awe.
[Ding! Host has pulled off a cool move, earning 9,000 Bravado Points.]
[Ding! 5 million viewers watched host’s live broadcast of showing off, earning 50,000 Bravado Points.]
Unconsciously, Jiang Ruoxu’s lips curled into a smirk.
He glanced at his system panel:
[Host: Jiang Ruoxu]
[Title Level: Minor Show-Off King]
[Bravado Points: 1.2 million]
That’s right—in just two months, he’d earned over a million Bravado Points just by showing off. But he hadn’t spent a single point. He was saving up to buy a Body Reconstruction Pill for his master.
The pill cost a whopping 10 million points. At first, Jiang Ruoxu thought it would take forever, but now, with live-streamed grandstanding, things had gotten much easier.
In a year or two at most, his master could regain her immortal form.
His master had shown him immeasurable kindness. He had to work hard, buy her the best Body Reconstruction Pill, and maybe even give her a huge surprise!
[Master, Master, check this out! That sword technique was my own creation!]
Inside the ring, Mo Lianxing—a stunning soul in spectral form—let out a bored yawn, her flawless face twisting in mild disdain. Her disciple... was such a child. No, scratch that—he was a child!
As a soul, she had no way to replenish her spiritual energy without Soul Nurturing Pills. Every time she woke up, she was draining her own essence.
And yet, this idiot disciple of hers kept yapping away, annoying her to no end.
Though lately, her little disciple seemed to have stumbled upon some kind of fortuitous encounter?
His cultivation had skyrocketed—in just a few months, he’d reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
Well, whatever. At least this meant she could worry less.
"Yaaawn... so sleepy~~~"
Mo Lianxing stretched lazily, her ethereal beauty enough to captivate the mortal world.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxu continued his one-man show.
But just as he was mid-performance, several figures stepped through the crowd.
They carried katana on their backs and wore traditional white Japanese martial arts uniforms—clearly warriors from the Land of Blossoms.
"Hey, you Dragon Country rookie! I challenge you!"
The moment these words were spoken, countless eyes turned toward them.
The lead warrior stood with his katana strapped to his back, exuding an air of arrogance.
Jiang Ruoxu was annoyed. Nothing pissed him off more than being interrupted mid-performance.
But when he saw they were warriors from the Land of Blossoms, excitement surged through him.
Finally, some opponents! He was itching for a fight—so much so that he’d love to track down Jiang Che and beat him up.
These warriors seemed decently strong. Perfect.
Jiang Ruoxu was thrilled. Not only did he have sparring partners, but they were also... well, from that country.
"Are you sure? Absolutely sure you want to fight me?" Jiang Ruoxu asked repeatedly.
He was at the peak of the Grandmaster realm. Any competent martial artist could sense the overwhelming pressure of his aura.
"Of course! You Dragon Country weaklings..."
The warriors were cocky. Clearly, it was time for the protagonist to shine.
Jiang Ruoxu got serious. Strangely, he couldn’t gauge their strength.
That meant one of two things: either they had a technique to conceal their cultivation, or they were far stronger than him.
Either way, this was a formidable opponent!
"I’m ready. Bring it on!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Ruoxu tightened his grip on his sword. His inner energy erupted, forming a translucent protective barrier as fierce gusts swirled around him.
He was not holding back.
If his opponent was this strong, pulling off a victory would net him a massive haul of Bravado Points.
The katana-wielding warriors charged at him recklessly.
"Huh? No protective barrier? Are they... Heaven Realm experts? Planning to suppress me with their martial domain?"
"Wait, I can’t sense any energy at all. Are they body-refining masters who’ve reached perfection?"
"No way. This has to be a trap. I’m going all out!"
With that, Jiang Ruoxu channeled every ounce of his energy into a single strike.
"Celestial Descent!"
This was his ultimate technique—a martial art rewarded by the system.
It was powerful enough to withstand a strike from a Heaven Realm expert!
A terrifying storm of sword energy erupted, forming a deadly domain that slashed toward the warriors.
The crowd held their breath.
Jiang Ruoxu was beyond tense—this was the first time he’d used this move in actual combat.
But what happened next left everyone stunned.
The sword energy tore through the warriors like paper, reducing them to nothing but a fine mist of blood in an instant.
Jiang Ruoxu was dumbfounded. Wait... was his technique that overpowered?
The spectators were equally horrified. That was... brutal.
[Ding! Host has pulled off a ruthless, decisive performance, earning 1,000 Bravado Points.]
[Ding! Host has bullied the weak in style, earning 6,666 Bravado Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu finally understood—these warriors weren’t hidden experts or supreme masters.
They were just... overconfident amateurs.
And he’d annihilated them like they were nothing.
"AHHH!!! HE KILLED THEM!"
In an instant, screams erupted from the scene.
Jiang Ruoxu's scalp prickled with dread.
Damn it, he was in deep trouble now!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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...
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.”
