Morning.
Jiang Che was in high spirits—his cultivation had advanced from the early stage of Grandmaster to the mid-stage.
Dong'er, too, had broken through to the late stage of Grandmaster after receiving his internal energy infusion.
Of course, Dong'er wasn't particularly surprised by her own breakthrough. To her... Jiang Che was the sole meaning of her life!
Jiang Che stretched lazily and stepped out of the bedroom.
But the moment his gaze landed on the spiritual field in the courtyard below, his expression froze.
Where were his Vermilion Fruits???
Previously, the field had been planted with three thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit trees. These premium fruits typically bore fruit every thirty years, but under the nourishment of the spiritual field, they ripened monthly.
Yet now, every single fruit had vanished.
"Su Mianmian!!! Get out here!"
Clearly, the only culprit capable of such theft was Su Mianmian.
Sure enough, a small white ragdoll cat darted out from the field.
Her fur had grown even more radiant, almost glowing with an ethereal luminescence.
"Meow~~~" Su Mianmian let out a soft cry before transforming into her human form.
"Jiang Che, I... I ate some of the fruits, but not all of them! Just a tiny bit!"
In human form, Su Mianmian was breathtakingly beautiful—dressed in snow-white robes, her long black hair cascading down, her mesmerizing heterochromatic eyes capable of ensnaring souls.
Her flawless complexion, paired with her adorable twitching cat ears, made her resemble a fox spirit straight out of a painting.
The little catgirl had grown even prettier. If her previous looks were a 98, now she was a perfect 100!
"I really only ate a little! At most, thirty or so... The rest were all eaten by her!"
Su Mianmian lifted her arm, revealing the orange-furred Huangdoufen cradled in her embrace. The little catgirl still had a half-eaten Vermilion Fruit in her mouth, tilting her head excitedly at Jiang Che.
"Meow meow~~~" As Huangdoufen tried to speak, the fruit tumbled out of her mouth.
Hopelessly silly!
Jiang Che sighed. He was starting to regret bringing Huangdoufen home.
This little catgirl was more chaotic than a husky.
But what could he do? Both catgirls were now his.
He had no choice but to spoil them.
"Oh, Jiang Che, I noticed something interesting—I feel different now," Su Mianmian said, relieved that he wasn’t scolding her.
Jiang Che glanced sideways. "Prettier?"
Su Mianmian nodded. "Not just that. After eating so many Vermilion Fruits, I think there’s some kind of spiritual energy inside me now."
She raised her palm, summoning an invisible force—something akin to an internal energy, yet Jiang Che knew... this wasn’t martial energy!
This power shared the same origin as the spiritual energy emanating from the field.
"Spiritual energy?" Jiang Che arched a brow.
Su Mianmian blinked. "Can I start cultivating too?"
Jiang Che took her hand and nodded.
"But don’t try practicing on your own. From now on, I’ll guide you through it. I’m a professional at teaching cultivation."
Su Mianmian’s cheeks flushed pink at his words.
......
Yu Wan'er slept until noon before finally waking up and immediately getting to scheming.
"Woo-hoo! Mengyao-jie, Qiaoqiao-jie, wake up! We’ve got a concert to catch tonight!"
The petite girl shook the two still-sleeping women.
"Wan'er... too tired. Let me sleep," Ye Mengyao mumbled, still half-asleep after last night’s antics.
Qin Qiaoqiao drowsily opened her eyes, pulling Yu Wan'er into her arms and using the tiny girl as a body pillow, her legs wrapping around her.
Both Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao had once been top students—academic prodigies with college entrance scores above 700.
But now? After entering university... they skipped morning classes, only attending occasionally when they remembered.
Jiang Che had practically spoiled them rotten!
...
"Wan'er, isn’t this a bad idea?"
That evening, Yu Wan'er seized the chance while Jiang Che wasn’t looking and dragged Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao out.
"Yeah, shouldn’t we tell Jiang Che first? Before going to the concert?" Ye Mengyao fretted.
"Mengyao-jie, Qiaoqiao-jie, have you forgotten? Jiang Che has Heart-Reading! If we tell him upfront... what if he hears our thoughts?"
Yu Wan'er was shrewd. Despite her height barely reaching 1.5 meters, she had a mind full of schemes!
"That perverted schemer is terrifying. We can’t lie to his face, so sneaking out is our only option!"
Grinning mischievously, she held Ye Mengyao’s and Qin Qiaoqiao’s hands, her small face alight with triumph.
"Uh... Wan'er, is this really necessary? You think Jiang Che spends all day eavesdropping on people’s thoughts? That’d be exhausting!"
"Come on, Mengyao-jie, let’s go! The concert’ll be packed soon!"
......
Shortly after Yu Wan'er and the others left the Jiang residence, Jiang Che also headed out.
He, too, was going to the concert.
Xiao Wanwan was already his to claim—he couldn’t miss this show.
And according to intel from Monkey and Tiaozao, Xiao Wanwan wasn’t the only one coming—her twin sister, Xiao Sisi, would be there too!
Two out of three triplet lolis... Jiang Che had initially considered sneaking off to the capital to snatch the third one, but doing so seemed inefficient.
After all, two was better than one—even he could do that math!
Yu Wan'er’s worries were unnecessary. Though Jiang Che possessed Heart-Reading, he rarely used it on his women nowadays.
Sometimes, knowing too much ruined the fun!
So, he had no idea... Yu Wan'er and the others were also at Xiao Wanwan’s concert, seated in the front-row VIP section.
"Huh? Where’s Yu Wan'er? That girl... must still be sleeping!" Jiang Che mused.
"Actually, this is fine. That little vinegar jar is better off left behind."
Yu Wan'er was the one who gave him the biggest headache.
The old Jiang Che might’ve disciplined the bratty girl harshly, but now... she had truly fallen for him. Though she still acted like a tsundere, Jiang Che had learned to indulge her.
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
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!
