President of the Prison Wardens Management Association — Jiang Che

Xiao Wanwan lay on the balcony, wide awake and utterly despondent.

"Come on, it's not like we're at that stage yet! Besides, he’s going to write songs for us for free now!" Xiao Sisi even began comforting her younger sister.

Xiao Wanwan was a delicate lily, but Xiao Sisi certainly wasn’t. After that thrilling and exhilarating date with Jiang Che...

"Ack, sis, the stench of your lovey-dovey vibes is overwhelming!" Xiao An'an stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Ugh! I don’t want any songs he writes for me!" Xiao Wanwan’s temper flared, her teeth gritted in frustration. Her instincts had been sharp—that damned composer had sneakily whisked her beloved sister away when she wasn’t looking!

Sometimes, she really felt like killing someone!

And that old geezer Xiao Chuan too—if only he’d picked up the phone that morning... her sister wouldn’t have been taken advantage of by some man.

Stupid old man, don’t expect me to ever call you "Dad" again!

Xiao Sisi sighed patiently. "Don’t say that. He’s incredibly talented. He’s sending me the song tomorrow, and then you’ll see just how amazing he is."

In her heart, Xiao Sisi couldn’t help but pray: Jiang Che, you better not let me down!

"Ugh! I, Xiao Wanwan, would rather jump off the 18th floor and die than use any song he writes!" Xiao Wanwan clenched her small fists.

That jerk had clearly taken advantage of her sister’s inexperience with men, sweet-talking his way into her heart.

All men were disgusting, worthless trash! She would never allow her pure and flawless sister to be tainted by such a guy.

Xiao Sisi gave Xiao Wanwan a helpless look. She had always doted on her clingy younger sister, but for some reason... she now felt a flicker of annoyance?

......

"Hey! Hey, what’s your name? Thank you for saving my grandpa!"

A young woman supported an elderly man, whose face was pale but filled with gratitude.

"Young man, my name is Fang Shikai... Thank you for saving me. This is my granddaughter, Fang..."

Both of them wore expressions of deep appreciation.

Especially the granddaughter, whose cheeks were tinged with a shy blush.

[Ding! Host has saved an old man, rewarded with 500 virtue points.]

Zhou Fan’s cold eyes narrowed. Damn it, this old man’s life was only worth 500 virtue points?

How cheap!

Saving a life was child’s play for someone like him, already half-step into the Grandmaster realm.

Of course, compared to saving lives... he was far more skilled at taking them.

"Young man, I am the head of the Fang family in the capital..."

"Big brother, would you like to come visit our family?" The young woman gazed at him with starry-eyed admiration.

To her shock, Zhou Fan’s expression remained icy. "Get lost."

What a joke. Just because he’d done a good deed didn’t mean he was a good person. He knew exactly what they were after—trying to recruit him.

But sorry... he wasn’t interested.

He’d rather spend his time doing a couple more good deeds.

Zhou Fan’s arrogance left the two speechless. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined someone daring to speak to them like this.

But they couldn’t exactly get angry either, since Zhou Fan was their savior.

"Young man..." Old Man Fang tried to speak again, only to realize Zhou Fan had vanished into thin air.

"What—what kind of power is this?" The old man nearly had a heart attack from shock.

"Is he... a martial artist?" The granddaughter gasped excitedly.

The old man shook his head. "No. Our Fang family’s Elder Li is a Grandmaster, but even he doesn’t possess such unfathomable abilities."

The little demon Zhou Fan had transformed into the ultimate saint—the kind who did good deeds without leaving a name.

......

[Ding! The Chosen One, 'Zhou Fan,' has done a good deed. Host rewarded with 5,000 points.]

[Ding! The Chosen One, 'Zhou Fan,' has done a great deed. Host rewarded with 20,000 points.]

Following Jiang Ruoxu and Chen Hao, Jiang Che’s third "worker" had officially come online!

"Heh, this Zhou Fan isn’t bad either. With a little training, he might even rival Chen Hao and the others."

Jiang Che smirked. No matter how powerful you were in your past life, once you fell into my hands, you’d obediently work for me.

Zhou Fan was indeed cautious, aware that free lunches didn’t exist—he might have already stepped into a carefully laid trap.

But Jiang Che’s scheme was an inescapable, blatant ploy!

Zhou Fan could never resist the allure of the system, a golden cheat. Jiang Che exploited human greed perfectly.

Once you tasted the rocket-speed growth the system offered, you could never go back to slow, steady cultivation.

Chen Ningshuang was a prime example. After being led astray by Jiang Che, the once-proud genius girl could never leave his side again.

Zhou Fan was no different. No matter how careful he was, he couldn’t shake off his greed.

"Jiang Che, you rotten jerk... I’ll bite you to death, huff huff~~~"

By the bed, Yu Wan'er sprawled across the mattress, fast asleep, drooling with her little feet resting on Jiang Che.

Even in her dreams, she was cursing him.

Jiang Che chuckled softly, picking up his phone—only for his lips to twitch.

[19 unread messages from Xiao Sisi.]

He’d partied a bit too hard last night, only falling asleep in the early hours and waking up at noon.

Though with Jiang Che’s current cultivation level, sleep was no longer necessary... but sometimes, it wasn’t just about rest.

"The emperor isn’t anxious, but his concubines are. If she’s this impatient now... what’ll she be like later?"

With a light laugh, he sent Xiao Sisi the fully prepared materials for "Invisible Wings," which he’d recorded earlier.