Jiang Che stepped onto the stage, and even Xiao Wanwan hadn’t expected that this guy would actually dare to come up. Singing his own song at someone else’s concert—wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
The girl glanced toward the backstage, locking eyes with her sister, her gaze silently pleading for help.
Xiao Sisi was equally frantic. The psychic bond between twins told her... Wanwan was extremely nervous right now. After all, this was her very first concert, and now this had to happen!
They had prepared for countless unexpected scenarios before the concert, but never had they anticipated something like this.
A deliberate sabotage?
Xiao Chuan’s expression darkened. His massive hands clenched into fists, veins bulging.
Damn that brat with the dyed hair! He’d always known that punk was no good, and now he had the audacity to crash the show?
Screw him!
Xiao Chuan struggled to suppress the fury boiling inside him and picked up his phone to send a message to his subordinates.
[After the concert ends, beat that brat to a pulp. I want one of his arms broken.]
...
Xiao Wanwan was cursing Jiang Che relentlessly in her mind, but on the outside... she maintained the sweet, innocent girl act.
"Brother with the dyed hair, do you really know how to sing?"
[Hmph, with that trashy voice of yours, what decent song could you possibly sing?]
[If it weren’t for this dumb, sweetheart persona, I’d have kicked you off the stage already!]
Jiang Che took the microphone, his thin lips curling slightly.
"Miss Xiao Wanwan, I know singing at someone else’s concert is incredibly rude. But since you chose me... it must be fate."
Xiao Wanwan froze.
Fate my ass! As if I’d ever have fate with a disgusting man like you. The nerve of this guy!
"Coincidentally, Father’s Day is coming up in a few days. I recently wrote a song about fathers—dedicated to everyone here!"
Jiang Che had just turned the tables on them!
The atmosphere in the venue quickly shifted under his control. As a grandmaster-level martial artist, his voice carried an inexplicable pressure, silencing anyone who thought to object.
Hearing Jiang Che’s words, many in the audience exchanged bewildered glances.
A song about fathers?
That didn’t sound like sabotage. Maybe he actually had something worthwhile?
Even Xiao Chuan furrowed his brows, sensing something off. But the mention of a song honoring fathers made his expression soften.
Truthfully, he had failed his daughters far too much. He... was an unfit father.
He had been about to contact backstage staff to throw this brat out, but now... he’d listen to the song first.
He had even imagined it—after the concert, he’d remove his disguise and publicly apologize to his daughters for his past mistakes. Surely, they’d accept him as their father then!
By now, he had figured out what his triplet daughters lacked most—love.
The three girls had grown up together, losing their mother in their early teens. Naturally, they yearned for a father’s love. After realizing this, Xiao Chuan now made sure to spend several days a week with them, trying to mend what was missing.
...
Jiang Che grinned, adjusting the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
Heh heh heh, then I’ll start singing now?
He gripped the microphone. And what would he sing?
Of course—"Father"!
He had to admit, showing off was part of his goal, but it wasn’t his main purpose.
For most children from ordinary families, "Father" would bring them to tears. But for Xiao Chuan? Every lyric was a dagger to the heart.
Heh heh heh—
He was here to be spectacularly ruthless.
Jiang Che walked to the edge of the stage, picked up a guitar, and sat on a high stool, strumming the first notes.
"Always taking from you, yet never saying thank you..."
"Only after growing up did I realize how hard you worked..."
His voice was deep, almost hypnotic, as if it could pierce straight into the depths of the soul.
Of course, if he was going to show off, he’d go all out. Jiang Che was a decent singer, but nothing compared to the divine skills from the system.
[God of Singing: Upon activation, the host’s vocal abilities reach divine levels, immersing listeners in the song as if experiencing it firsthand.]
[Price: 500,000 points.]
Sold!
This amount was pocket change for Jiang Che. Ever since the system updated with its shopping module, his points had been skyrocketing. His top earners, Chen Hao and Jiang Ruoxu, brought in over a hundred thousand points daily.
...
The moment Jiang Che began singing, the crowd was stunned.
His voice was nothing short of heavenly.
The once-rowdy concert fell into complete silence, leaving only his vocals and the guitar’s melody.
Even Xiao Wanwan blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she murmured, "Always taking from you, yet never saying thank you...?"
Was this directed at fathers? But... she had never asked Xiao Chuan, that deadbeat dad, for anything!
Meanwhile, Jiang Che continued.
"Thank you for everything, for holding up our home..."
"Always giving your all, giving me the best..."
"Am I your pride...?"
Without exaggeration, Jiang Che had the entire audience in tears.
Could you believe it?
This was the terrifying power of [God of Singing].
It dragged listeners into their own memories, forcing them to relive moments with their fathers.
Even towering, muscle-bound men were now sobbing uncontrollably.
In just one minute, Jiang Che had gone from being despised by thousands to moving the entire crowd to tears.
Of course, "Father" wasn’t universally effective. Not everyone had a father worth honoring—broken homes and single-parent families weren’t rare.
Take Xiao Wanwan and Xiao Sisi, for example.
Onstage, Xiao Wanwan only felt an aching emptiness. She had never known a father’s love, so Jiang Che’s song couldn’t resonate with her. All she felt was a deep, inexplicable pain, as if something vital was missing.
[Hmph, don’t think just because you sing well, I’ll think highly of you. No way, absolutely no way!]
[You trashy bastard, you’re definitely mocking me for never knowing a father’s love. You’re the worst, waaah—!]
Offstage, Xiao Sisi was equally shaken. Her heart ached too. Even though they had acknowledged Xiao Chuan as their biological father, they had never experienced his love—only their mother’s.
But right now, who was suffering the most?
Without a doubt—Xiao Chuan himself.
The billionaire dad was already drenched in sweat.
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!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
