"Go Wanwan!"
Xiao Sisi cheered for her younger sister backstage, her petite face filled with solemn determination.
She looked every bit like a serious little adult!
"Mhm~" Xiao Wanwan nodded in response. Truthfully, she despised being a celebrity, but her sisters were her biggest supporters—her biggest fans. If her youngest sister hadn’t been busy with makeup exams, she would’ve been here too, cheering her on.
Xiao Wanwan hated the feeling of being the center of attention, especially under the lecherous gazes that made her skin crawl.
Suddenly, she shuddered and glanced toward the audience.
A young man with dyed blond hair and black sunglasses seemed to be staring right at her. Even through the shades, she could feel the burning intensity of his gaze—an almost naked, predatory look.
[Ugh, what a disgusting blond loser. Don’t think I don’t know the filthy fantasies running through your head just because you’re hiding behind those glasses.]
Jiang Che: "..."
What the hell? Since when am I a "blond loser"? This bratty little... Just wait till I get my hands on her. If I don’t teach her a lesson, I’ll change my damn surname!
Jiang Che licked his lips as he watched Xiao Wanwan sing and dance on stage.
As the rising star of the new generation, Xiao Wanwan certainly had the talent to back up her fame. With her stunningly cute looks and the backing of her billionaire father, Xiao Chuan, even a modest amount of skill was enough to skyrocket her to stardom.
And who was Xiao Chuan? The richest man in the world. Making a young girl famous in the entertainment industry was child’s play for him.
Not that Xiao Wanwan was lacking—she had genuine talent. Her singing was pleasant, and her energetic dance moves were captivating.
Enough to make most old perverts lose their minds, Jiang Che included!
Of course, right now, Jiang Che was busy plotting how to whisk Xiao Wanwan away.
Dealing with a brat like her wouldn’t be easy. Despite her innocent, doll-like appearance, she was sharp-witted and secretly quite devious.
Just as Jiang Che was contemplating his next move, Xiao Wanwan locked eyes with him from the stage.
A concert needed audience interaction—otherwise, the singer would just be performing alone, and that would be boring.
And now… it was time for that very segment.
"Ahem! Next, I’ll be randomly selecting one lucky audience member to join me on stage for a duet!"
Xiao Wanwan held the microphone in one hand and placed the other on her hip, her bratty nature impossible to hide as it seeped through her every gesture.
The moment she announced this, the crowd erupted in excitement.
People cheered, some even jumping in place as if ready to leap onto the stage.
Even Yu Wan'er raised her hand eagerly, while Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao joined in the commotion.
It was clear—the girls absolutely adored Xiao Wanwan.
Jiang Che, however, just rolled his eyes. "Seriously? This little brat… All I did was look at her. Was that really necessary?"
Having overheard Xiao Wanwan’s inner thoughts, Jiang Che already knew the so-called "lucky winner" would be him.
Sure enough, after dramatically scanning the crowd, Xiao Wanwan’s finger landed squarely on Jiang Che.
"You there—Blondie!"
Her voice was sweet and soft, enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
"Blondie"…
In an instant, Jiang Che felt the weight of thousands of murderous glares.
"What the hell? Why would Wanwan pick this guy? And with that ridiculous blond hair?"
"Blond hair, sunglasses, probably smokes and rides a damn scooter too, huh?"
"Oh, so Wanwan likes blond guys? Guess I’m dyeing my hair next."
The crowd buzzed with chatter, but without exception, every pair of eyes directed at Jiang Che was filled with hostility.
To his left, Xiao Chuan’s heart sank.
Damn it. His worst fear had come true!
The old saying was right—inexperienced young girls really were drawn to troublemakers with flashy hair.
[Middle-Aged Billionaire Dad vs. Blonde Scooter Punk]?
Xiao Chuan glared at Jiang Che, wishing he could carve a chunk out of him. How dare this bastard catch Wanwan’s attention?
This kid… must be eliminated.
Jiang Che, meanwhile, stood up, adjusted his sunglasses, and smirked at Xiao Chuan.
This old man’s bloodlust is intense. I haven’t even done anything, and he already wants me dead? What if I actually seduced all three of his daughters and got them pregnant? Would he just spontaneously combust?
A wicked idea took root in Jiang Che’s mind.
...
With casual confidence, Jiang Che strolled onto the stage.
Xiao Wanwan held the microphone, flashing a sweet smile—though beneath that angelic expression lurked a little devil.
She skipped over to Jiang Che, tugging at his sleeve with both hands. "Blondie, you’re so handsome! Will you sing with me?"
[Heh. How dare this loser stare at me like that? Let’s see how he handles being public enemy number one.]
[Not only will the fans hate him, but my dear old dad’s gonna lose it too. Good luck dealing with that, loser!]
Xiao Wanwan’s two-faced act was peak bratty behavior.
And just as she predicted, Jiang Che instantly topped the [Most Wanted] list.
Xiao Chuan was barely holding back his rage.
For a split second, he considered calling his men to ambush this blond punk with a van full of hired muscle after the concert.
Jiang Che chuckled and reached out, ruffling Xiao Wanwan’s hair.
[Ew! Who said you could touch me? Disgusting! Bleh!]
Despite her internal revulsion, Xiao Wanwan maintained her innocent act.
"Blondie, will you sing with me?"
Jiang Che shook his head. "I don’t really know your songs."
The crowd erupted in outrage.
"What the—? You came to her concert without knowing her music? What kind of idiot does that?"
"This guy’s got negative EQ. How has he survived this long without getting beaten to death?"
Nearby, Yu Wan'er puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "Mengyao, this blond guy’s lack of social awareness is just like that jerk Jiang Che."
...
Jiang Che grinned darkly.
Why would a villain like him play along?
He was here to cause chaos!
"Ahem. Actually, I’m a singer too—just a wandering one."
The audience immediately lost it.
Was this guy trying to challenge her?
And seriously—what kind of "wandering singer" could afford front-row VIP tickets?
Those cost tens of thousands!
Clearly, this guy was here to stir trouble.
Jiang Che shrugged. He hadn’t planned on making a scene, but since Xiao Wanwan wanted to humiliate him, he might as well have some fun.
He really was going to sing—but what?
His eyes flicked between Xiao Chuan and Xiao Wanwan.
A devilish idea formed in his mind.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
