Xiao Chuan lit another cigarette alone, unable to stop himself from reminiscing about his past.
At 18, he had failed the college entrance exam and drowned his sorrows at a bar, only to be dragged away by a woman who got him drunk. When he woke up, he was utterly bewildered—but not long after, he found himself bound to a "Tycoon System."
Thanks to this system, Xiao Chuan went from a penniless loser to the world's richest man in just twenty years. With a net worth in the trillions, money was nothing more than a cold string of numbers to him.
Drifting through life, he had never found his other half. He had planned to donate all his wealth after his death, but fate had other plans—he unexpectedly discovered he had triplet daughters!
Not just that, but he also had a son who had been wandering overseas.
The woman from that one-night stand at the bar had given birth to his son before passing away from illness. Later, at a business banquet, he got drunk with another woman, who later fled while pregnant and gave birth to his triplet daughters.
Xiao Chuan, who had lived a solitary life, suddenly found himself in middle age with a full family—an inexplicable, overwhelming joy of becoming a father overnight.
...
At first, the girls refused to forgive him. But who was Xiao Chuan? The world's richest man, worth trillions—he simply showered his poor daughters with money.
Xiao Chuan firmly believed there was nothing money couldn’t fix. He also devoted most of his time to being there for his daughters. Gradually, they stopped resenting him, and two of them even started calling him "Dad."
"Today’s a good day~~~"
Just thinking about his three adorable little girls brought a fatherly smile to Xiao Chuan’s weathered face.
"Is a billion in pocket money too little? Maybe I should give them more? As Xiao Chuan’s daughters... they must never lack money!"
Just as he was basking in happiness, his phone rang.
Glancing down, Xiao Chuan frowned briefly before his expression softened.
His only son!
Xiao Chen!
However, this son held a deep grudge against him, having once sworn never to acknowledge him as a father.
Xiao Chuan understood—his son’s life had been harsh. A young man struggling abroad for years, facing life-and-death situations, had long grown numb to emotions.
Answering the call, Xiao Chuan spoke first, "Xiao Chen, is something wrong? Your father is your strongest support..."
"Old man, cut the fake concern. Give me a billion—I need it now!"
Xiao Chen’s voice was arrogant and demanding, his tone downright hostile.
Hearing "old man" nearly made Xiao Chuan spit blood—no one had dared insult him like that in years.
But remembering this was his own flesh and blood, he suppressed his anger.
"A billion? Are you in trouble?"
"Stop with the questions! Just say yes or no!"
"Fine, fine!" What else could he do? Xiao Chen was his son, and he still hoped to groom him as his successor.
After all, blood was thicker than water.
......
On the other end, Xiao Chen stared at the billion deposited into his account, lost in thought.
He hadn’t expected his estranged father to actually transfer the money so easily.
"This billion... I’ll buy Ning Ning the best gifts, make sure I appear before her in the most perfect way."
"Ning Ning, if you don’t believe I’m an angel investor... what will you say when you see this billion in my hands?"
Xiao Chen’s lips curled into an involuntary smirk.
But the next second, his phone vibrated—a notification popped up.
The billion he’d just received... was gone.
"What the hell? Where’s my money?"
Panic set in. His freshly acquired fortune had vanished without a trace.
Who did this?
It didn’t take long for Xiao Chen to figure it out.
Tiaozao! His accounts were always managed by Tiaozao. Normally, he’d just ask Tiaozao for funds when needed—only Tiaozao could transfer money out like this.
"Damn you, Tiaozao! I swear I’ll never forgive you!"
Fuming, Xiao Chen could only watch helplessly as the money disappeared.
"Absolute scum! Utter trash!"
He ranted until exhaustion forced him to slump to the ground. The billion hadn’t even warmed his account before it was snatched away.
Pulling out his phone, he prepared to squeeze more "gold coins" from the old man—this time, he’d use a different account.
...
Inside the Dragon King’s Hall.
"Brothers, this is the salary Young Master Jiang sent—a billion total, everyone gets a share!"
Tiaozao had defected thoroughly, now fully loyal to Jiang Che.
He had swiped the billion from Xiao Chen’s account and distributed it among the members of the three major factions.
"A billion? That’s insane!"
"A billion~~~ I’m moved. After five or six years in the War God Pavilion, I’d barely saved two million. Dividing this, we’re getting at least several million each!"
"I declare—the old Dragon King is dead! Long live the new Dragon King, Young Master Jiang!"
"The old War God is dead! All hail the new War God!"
"The old Asura is dead..."
Under Tiaozao’s orchestration, Xiao Chen’s subordinates had all betrayed him.
The once-mighty Dragon King was now a commander without an army.
......
The Jiang Residence.
Shen Yu slept soundly, nestled gently against Jiang Che.
Jiang Che studied her face, an indescribable satisfaction swelling in his chest.
Teaching a girl born without emotions how to love? The sense of achievement was beyond exhilarating.
Though it was just a fleeting moment of affection, now that he’d cracked her shell, how long until Shen Yu was completely his?
Just then, the covers rustled, and a small, dazed head popped out—a pair of orange cat ears twitching atop smooth, jade-like skin.
The shapeshifted Huangdoufen was clingy, always sneaking into Jiang Che’s bed without him noticing.
With a resigned sigh, Jiang Che pulled the girl into his arms.
Heaven knew his original plan was to raise her as a little sister... but now, she really was his "little sister."
[Ugh, what a playboy! Even Huangdoufen isn’t safe! Disgusting!]
Jiang Che glanced sideways—a white ragdoll cat lounged on the nightstand.
"Su Mianmian, you’re a catgirl too. Why can’t you be as well-behaved as Huangdoufen?"
Su Mianmian rolled her heterochromatic eyes, shooting him a look of pure disdain.
"Ugh, you scumbag! Huangdoufen is still just a kitten! You're truly inhuman!" Su Mianmian was furious. As a fellow catgirl... she had practically treated Huangdoufen like her own little sister.
But then there was Jiang Che, that absolute bastard. Not long ago, Huangdoufen had just entered her first heat—and he took advantage of her! Su Mianmian had been on guard day and night... yet still failed to stop him.
"Oh, by the way, let me ask you something," Jiang Che teased with a smirk. "If a catgirl gets pregnant... would the baby be a catgirl or a human?"
Su Mianmian: "!!!"
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.”
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'!"
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...
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.
