The Blood Feud Between Mo Lianxing and the Fateweavers' Association

Jiang Ruoxu was genuinely terrified. He never expected such an outcome—he had merely acted slightly... and ended up killing someone! The clamor of the surrounding crowd only amplified his fear. While the act of killing those Japs felt satisfying, this was his first time taking a life... and he was truly panicking.

Soon, the police arrived.

In his frantic state, Jiang Ruoxu remembered his identity as a member of the Jiang family of the capital. But with so many onlookers, recklessly flaunting his family name might bring trouble to the Jiangs. After all, wasn’t it all too common for arrogant young masters to drag their families into scandal?

Whenever Jiang Ruoxu ventured outside, he introduced himself as a rogue cultivator.

"My father and grandfather are out of the question. Sure, they could bail me out, but I’d definitely get a brutal beating afterward."

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind.

"Jiang Che!"

That’s right. Right now, only his older brother could pull him out of this mess.

Though Jiang Che often mocked him and occasionally beat him up, they were still family. He’d definitely lend a hand.

In a hurry, he dialed Jiang Che’s number.

At that moment, Jiang Che had just finished an exhilarating battle, his body and mind utterly relaxed. Over the past few days, while pursuing Ji Ningxue, he’d done everything except the final step. The pent-up frustration needed an outlet.

"Hmm? My little brother’s calling?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow and answered.

"Bro, you free?"

The moment he heard Jiang Ruoxu’s voice, Jiang Che understood—this kid was definitely here to ask for a favor. Normally, he’d never call him "bro."

"What trouble did you get into?"

"I... I killed someone." His little brother’s voice trembled violently as he recounted the situation in detail.

"Damn it, you’re calling me over such a trivial matter? Use your brain! You’re a half-step grandmaster martial artist, someone destined to break through to grandmaster. Do you really think the Dragon Country government would come after you for killing a few Japs?"

Jiang Che hung up immediately. His little brother was truly an idiot!

No sooner had he ended the call than a small head popped out from under his blanket.

A pair of fluffy cat ears, a face no larger than a palm, brimming with curiosity, leaned in close to Jiang Che. Dressed only in a shirt printed with little fish, she extended her tiny tongue and licked his cheek.

This was Huangdoufen (Yellow Bean Powder) in her human form. As for Shen Yu’s little pet, Jiang Che had adopted a hands-off approach, but the kitten clung to him relentlessly, sneaking into his bed whenever he wasn’t paying attention.

Ahem, here’s a joke for you: a grandmaster-level martial artist’s perception couldn’t even detect an ordinary catgirl.

"Stop licking, you’re getting saliva all over me."

Jiang Che lifted Huangdoufen into his arms.

Though he’d fed her several Enlightenment Pills and never skimped on Vermilion Fruits, this little catgirl seemed... born an idiot. Her intelligence grew at a snail’s pace, and she still couldn’t even say "master."

"Daddy~"

Jiang Che: "!!!"

"Hey hey hey, who’s your daddy? Don’t just call me that! Say ‘master,’ or at least ‘brother.’ I don’t want to be an accidental father!"

Jiang Che was frantic. He wanted a girlfriend to raise, not a daughter!

Huangdoufen tilted her head. "Da...ddy?"

"Master!" Jiang Che corrected.

"Hmm~" Huangdoufen blinked her big, beautiful eyes.

Jiang Che: "..."

Damn it, he’d just been taken advantage of by a stray cat!

Right then, Shen Yu pushed the door open.

She glanced at Huangdoufen sprawled over Jiang Che, her brows instantly furrowing. "Jiang Che, what are you doing? What did you teach her?"

Shen Yu had truly reached her limit. Staying at Jiang Che’s place these days... had completely shattered her worldview.

Though she was calm and rational by nature, even the most composed person would lose it dealing with a scoundrel like Jiang Che.

"Shen... Shen Yu, this wasn’t me! I didn’t teach her to call me daddy!"

Huangdoufen blinked her innocent eyes and sweetly called out "daddy" again.

Jiang Che couldn’t take it anymore. "Say MASTER!!!!"

Without another word, Shen Yu walked over, scooped up Huangdoufen, and left expressionlessly.

"Damn it, this misunderstanding is never getting cleared up." Jiang Che smacked his forehead in frustration.

The more cunning, aloof, or high-level a woman was, the better Jiang Che could handle her. But when it came to this utterly clueless, bubble-headed girl, he was powerless.

"Hey, Qiangwei, stop laughing. Want another round of suffering?"

Jiang Che’s gaze flicked to the edge of the bed. The beauty of a massive bed was... you could never guess how many people were hidden under the covers!

Question: How many people can fit on a five-meter-wide bed?

It’s the same as asking how many people can be crammed into the trunk of a Wuling Hongguang or how many can ride an Indian motorcycle.

......

Jiang Ruoxu was in high spirits—he’d been bailed out.

He hadn’t even finished giving his statement at the police station before someone secured his release.

"It must’ve been Jiang Che," Jiang Ruoxu mused, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Bro, you might talk tough, but I know you care."

The young man whistled cheerfully, his mood light.

But the moment he stepped out of the station, two figures in black robes appeared before him.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes warily. He sensed a faint threat from these two.

The lead figure removed his mask.

"Jiang Ruoxu, sole heir of the Jiang family in the capital. We’ve had our eyes on you for a while."

"Curious who bailed you out? It was us—we pulled strings to get you released," the other added.

"You? I don’t even know you!" Jiang Ruoxu frowned.

"That doesn’t matter. Soon, you’ll know us well," the leader chuckled.

"Jiang Ruoxu, the Jiang family’s prodigy—a super genius who reached the late-stage Transformation Realm at 15. Yet, in just three months, your cultivation skyrocketed to the peak of the Grandmaster Realm."

"Lately, you’ve been streaming a lot, barely cultivating, yet your strength keeps rising. You must have a system that boosts your cultivation by shocking others, right?"

Jiang Ruoxu was stunned.

A chill shot up his spine. His "Show-off System" was his greatest trump card, second only to the master slumbering in his ring.

"What system? What are you talking about?" Though he played dumb, Jiang Ruoxu shifted into a combat stance.

"No need to feign ignorance. We mean you no harm!"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I’m from the Chosen Ones Association—"

Chosen Ones Association?

Jiang Ruoxu repeated the name silently. He’d never heard of such an organization.

Just then, a red light flickered from the ring on his finger.

[Disciple, kill them!]