Xiao Chen felt as if struck by lightning!
He couldn’t believe what Ji Ningxue had just said!
The first half of her words—filled with insults and humiliation—rolled off his back. After all, he’d endured plenty of verbal abuse as the live-in son-in-law of the Ji family. But the second half of her sentence sent his entire world into chaos.
Ningxue actually said she’d found the love of her life? And that person wasn’t him!
A crushing sense of crisis surged through him as he recalled how his Indestructible Golden Body had been glowing green for days.
Suddenly, it hit him—could Ningxue have… fallen for another man behind his back?
Once the thought took root, it refused to leave his mind!
“Ningxue… what are you saying? Stop joking around… I know you hated the meek version of me, but I’m done hiding it—I’m actually incredible!”
“Ningxue, I’m actually the Drag—” Xiao Chen cut himself off mid-sentence, hesitating.
Right now, no one could vouch for his identity as the Dragon King.
That left him with only one card to play—his status as the heir to the world’s richest man!
Staggering to his feet, Xiao Chen walked over to the black Bugatti Veyron parked nearby and slapped its hood.
“Ningxue, no more lies. I’m the long-lost son of Xiao Chuan, the world’s wealthiest man!”
Before Ji Ningxue could even react, the employees gathered around burst into laughter.
“Yeah right! Since when does Xiao Chuan have a son? Never heard of it!”
“The richest man just reunited with three long-lost daughters recently. Who the hell are you?”
Their mockery ignited Xiao Chen’s fury.
He pointed at his Bugatti, then pulled out a black card from his pocket—a rare, ultra-exclusive card recently reissued to him.
“See this? A black card! And this Bugatti Veyron? Worth 50 million! Plus, I’ve got over 900 million left in my account—all pocket money from my dad!”
His face flushed red as he shouted, finally letting loose the grand reveal.
Once, he’d despised Xiao Chuan as nothing more than a sperm donor. But now, he wished the man would teleport here just so he could call him “Dad” in front of everyone.
Admittedly, the Bugatti was an intimidating flex—after all, a 50-million-dollar hypercar wasn’t something you could just rent.
But just as the crowd wavered, a van pulled up.
Six or seven burly men in black stepped out. The leader approached Xiao Chen.
“Sir, your Bugatti rental period has expired. We’re here to repossess it.”
Xiao Chen froze.
This car was a gift from Xiao Chuan—how could it be rented?
Impossible!
Xiao Chuan was the richest man alive. He wouldn’t rent his own son a car!
The leader gestured to the tow truck behind him. “Take it.”
Panic set in. If they towed the car now, he’d be exposed as a fraud!
“Who dares touch my car?!”
Xiao Chen roared, unleashing his Grandmaster-level aura.
But before he could even flex, the leader raised a hand—and an overwhelming pressure crushed Xiao Chen’s energy, sending him flying with a single slap!
Mid-air, Xiao Chen mustered all his strength and yelled:
“Ten Thousand Warriors, assemble!”
In an instant, four hulking figures—each over eight feet tall and rippling with monstrous muscles—appeared out of nowhere.
“Your subordinate, ‘Ten,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Thousand,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Warrior,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Army,’ reporting—”
“Hail the Dragon Ki—BAM!”
Before they could finish, all four were swatted away like flies, smashing into a wall so hard they couldn’t be pried out.
Xiao Chen’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. His “Ten Thousand Warriors” were four peak Grandmasters! As far as he knew, Dragon Country had only five Grandmasters total—his squad should’ve been invincible!
What the hell just happened?
Who could defeat four perfected Grandmasters in one slap?
What kind of martial monster was this?
And why did he have to run into one now?
Was there no justice left?
Had Dragon Country’s martial world become so terrifying that Transcendents roamed freely while Grandmasters were worthless?
Little did he know, Transcendents were still extremely rare in Dragon Country—only four existed openly. Three were Jiang Che’s system-controlled puppets, and the fourth was Jiang Che’s grandfather, Jiang Yunhuang.
The man before him? Just one of the three puppets assigned to tail him.
“Tow the car,” the leader ordered.
Technically, the Bugatti wasn’t rented—Xiao Chen had bought it outright.
But so what?
A Transcendent stealing your car? What’s the issue?
Even if Xiao Chuan found out, would he dare challenge a Transcendent?
……
“Heh. What a spectacle. Even at our divorce, you manage to humiliate me one last time.”
Ji Ningxue’s voice dripped with icy scorn.
“No—Ningxue, please! I love you! Don’t leave me!” Xiao Chen writhed on the ground like a spineless stray.
Ji Ningxue scoffed, done wasting words on the pathetic man.
“Sign. Then get out.”
“I… I won’t!” Xiao Chen forced himself up, jaw set.
This marriage contract was his last tether to her. He’d cling to it like a lifeline, even if it meant groveling.
Ji Ningxue trembled with rage—then suddenly, her anger melted into a chilling smile.
Oh, you won’t leave?
Then I’ll show you true despair.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Jiang Che—right in front of Xiao Chen.
Jiang Che, ever the playboy, was always free for women. He picked up instantly.
“Hey, Ningxue. Miss me?”
His teasing voice rang out as Ji Ningxue turned on speakerphone at full volume.
Xiao Chen’s blood boiled at the sound of another man. The threat felt even worse than being beaten by a Transcendent.
Ji Ningxue softened her tone, even pitching her voice higher to twist the knife.
“Mhm, darling, I missed you. But there’s a stray dog bothering me. Can you come pick me up?”
Jiang Che instantly understood. Ji Ningxue never spoke like this—unless the “dog” was none other than Xiao Chen, the Dragon King.
Tsk. After hiding the truth for so long, the final dagger was about to plunge straight into the little Dragon King’s heart.
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
