Jiang Gou, Prepare to Install a Holy Mother System for the Demon God

Zhou Fan was extremely cautious—otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived for over a thousand years in that blood-soaked world!

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak first. He simply stood with his hands behind his back. He wasn’t trying to show off; he was secretly listening to Zhou Fan’s thoughts.

Zhou Fan’s gaze shifted to Dong'er behind Jiang Che.

[That girl… is she the legendary Voidless Body? The ultimate cauldron constitution. If used as a medicinal catalyst in an alchemy furnace, she could refine a Void Spirit Pill.]

Hearing Zhou Fan’s thoughts, Jiang Che was speechless.

He didn’t know what a Voidless Body was, but he understood Zhou Fan’s intentions perfectly.

This Zhou Fan was undoubtedly a demonic cultivator through and through. Dong'er was such an adorable little girl—Jiang Che cradled her in his hands, afraid she might break, held her in his mouth, afraid she might melt. And yet, Zhou Fan actually wanted to toss her into an alchemy furnace to brew pills?

What a lunatic!

...

Later, Jiang Che engaged in a brief conversation with Zhou Fan, discussing company contract matters. But Zhou Fan was clearly a business idiot—it was like talking to a brick wall.

Not that Jiang Che minded. He was just stalling for time while continuing to eavesdrop on Zhou Fan’s thoughts.

By now, he had a pretty good grasp of Zhou Fan’s plans.

"What a piece of work, truly a piece of work!"

Jiang Che was internally exasperated.

His family owned a spiritual field that emitted waves of spiritual energy. Since Jiang Che often stayed at the Jiang residence, he naturally absorbed a rich concentration of this energy.

But Zhou Fan had mistaken it for a resurgence of spiritual energy in the world—even going so far as to set his sights on Jiang Che himself, planning to secretly follow him to find the so-called "spiritual eye"?

Even as Jiang Che prepared to leave, Zhou Fan’s eyes remained fixed on him, as if trying to see right through him.

"How strange… He clearly possesses the strength of a Grandmaster, so why is he hiding his abilities? Did he seek me out deliberately?"

"Heh… You’ve set your sights on me, but who’s to say I haven’t marked you as my prey?"

Zhou Fan let out a sinister chuckle.

......

"This Zhou Fan is definitely a wild card."

Settling into his car, Jiang Che propped his head up with one hand. Still, he wasn’t planning to kill Zhou Fan.

No, he intended to lead this little demon astray—by installing a system on him.

No matter how powerful Zhou Fan was, even if he had been a Transcendent Realm expert in his past life, Jiang Che was confident that a system would be enough to trick him. Plus, the system would double as a remote surveillance device.

"Ah, looks like I’ll have to make a trip to the Chosen Ones Association for supplies."

Jiang Che sighed lightly.

Systems weren’t easy to come by, but Jiang Che already had experience.

The last guy who had bound the "Ultimate Show-Off System," Ye Liangchen, had been driven to the point of losing all his fortune—and he had dropped a system template as loot.

Combined with the skills he had previously obtained from similar encounters, Jiang Che had deduced a pattern:

If a system-bound "Chosen One" was either killed or had their fortune completely drained, they would inevitably drop a corresponding system.

And where were the most system users concentrated?

Was that even a question?

The Chosen Ones Association, of course!

With a pleased grin, Jiang Che pulled out a small notebook.

[Lin Xuan: 27 years old, bound to the "Great Director System." Now a godfather-level figure in the entertainment industry…]

[Wang Qiong: 31 years old, bound to the "Treasure Appraisal System." Currently overseas, recovering lost cultural relics of Dragon Nation…]

[Liu Chuang: 27 years old, bound to the "Do-Gooder System." Gains strength by performing good deeds…]

Jiang Che’s notebook was filled with names and descriptions of all kinds.

That’s right—as a proper villain, did anyone really think he spent all day lazing around at home, indulging in pleasure with the girls?

Thanks to his inside man, Chen Hao, he had long since gathered detailed intel on nearly every Chosen One’s golden fingers.

The "Human Pavilion" of the Chosen Ones Association had nine branches worldwide, with a total of 512 Chosen Ones. Among them, 401 were from Dragon Nation, and 81 were system users.

He knew everything—what systems they had, what functions they specialized in—down to the finest detail.

Flipping through the pages, Jiang Che’s gaze finally settled on the entry for Liu Chuang.

27 years old, bound to the "Do-Gooder System," gains strength by performing good deeds…

"Heh, you’re the one."

A wicked smile curled at Jiang Che’s lips.

Zhou Fan was undoubtedly a bloodthirsty demon who wouldn’t blink at murder. In his past life, he had probably been the kind of monster who refined soul-collecting banners. But what if he was forced to do good deeds every single day?

Consider it atonement for your sins, you fiend.

With that thought, Jiang Che remotely sent a message to one of his Transcendent Realm puppet subordinates.

[Head to Yunhai City and take care of this Liu Chuang. I’ve already sent you the details.]

Though Liu Chuang had a system, its tier was low. Even after seven or eight years of having it, his strength had only just reached the Grandmaster level.

And while his system was called the "Do-Gooder System," his actions were anything but charitable.

Maybe he had once walked the path of righteousness, but after joining the Chosen Ones Association, the organization had exploited every loophole in his system like ruthless capitalists.

The Chosen Ones Association artificially created disasters, then sent Liu Chuang to play the saint and rack up "good deed" points. Efficient? Absolutely.

But Jiang Che had principles.

You were either a genuinely good person or a full-blown villain—no in-between.

Take himself, for example. Jiang Che saw himself as a villain through and through—a lecherous scoundrel, pure and unadulterated!

So he had zero moral qualms about killing Liu Chuang.

"Understood!"

The puppet on the other end acknowledged the order and immediately set off to carry out the mission.

"Ha… yawn… Mission underway. Now then—come here, my sweet Dong'er, give me a kiss."

Jiang Che stretched, then reached over and pulled Dong'er from the passenger seat onto his lap.

Dong'er tilted her head slightly, her striking violet eyes blinking twice. Her silvery hair gleamed like freshly fallen snow, ethereal and delicate.

"Tch, that bastard Zhou Fan is truly depraved. Such a well-behaved little cutie… and he wanted to throw her into an alchemy furnace? Wouldn’t it be better to keep her as a wife and cuddle her instead?"

He planted a big kiss on Dong'er’s soft cheek, leaving a mark as if she’d been gnawed on by a boar.

Dong'er turned her head, their eyes meeting. Her gaze remained calm, but it was much better than before. A year ago, her eyes had been utterly hollow—now, they were just a little dull.

Jiang Che was like a master sculptor, chiseling away at Dong'er’s soul, shaping her into a girl entirely molded by his hands.

This was true cultivation—not just raising her, but crafting her into his perfect masterpiece.

[Master kissed me. Happy.]