"Master... Master, I... I don’t have a Nourishing Divine Pill!"
When Jiang Ruoxu uttered these words, his entire body bent over, resembling a defeated dog with its spine ripped out.
Apart from the System... who in this mundane world could possibly possess a Nourishing Divine Pill?
Forget the Nourishing Divine Pill—even a Soul-Nourishing Pill was considered a supreme treasure on present-day Blue Star. A perfect-grade Nourishing Divine Pill was so rare that it would rank among the top-tier elixirs even in some cultivation realms.
Only the System could save his master, but now even that last sliver of hope had completely vanished.
[What? It’s gone?]
Mo Lianxing instantly panicked!
[You wretched disciple, this is no joking matter! Don’t you have a System?]
Mo Lianxing was clearly different from most masters—she didn’t want to die!
Hearing this, Jiang Ruoxu felt even more ashamed.
He broke down into uncontrollable sobs, helplessly falling to his knees. "Master... your disciple is useless. The System has run out of perfect-grade Nourishing Divine Pills. Only the supreme-grade ones are left now..."
"But... but a supreme-grade Nourishing Divine Pill costs 5 million Pretend Points. I only have 1 million..."
Mo Lianxing froze for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.
After a long silence, a soft sigh escaped her.
It carried a hint of resignation, yet one could still detect a trace of unwillingness beneath it.
"Such is fate. I don’t blame you, my disciple."
Mo Lianxing’s translucent figure flickered, growing even more ethereal.
She didn’t want to die. There were still so many things left undone, so many grudges left unavenged. To perish like this... it was truly unbearable.
But there was no other way. After all, she was a master—she couldn’t stand by and watch Jiang Ruoxu suffer.
"No—there must be another way!"
Jiang Ruoxu wailed in despair. The inner energy within him surged violently, and without realizing it, he broke through another martial realm, advancing to the late-stage Grandmaster level. His martial domain expanded hundreds of meters, and though he was only a late-stage Grandmaster, the pressure he exuded rivaled that of a peak Grandmaster.
And Jiang Ruoxu was only 16 years old. A 16-year-old late-stage Grandmaster was something unimaginable even in the ancient martial world of the past.
"System! System, get out here! I want to buy a supreme-grade Nourishing Divine Pill—lend me 4 million Pretend Points! I’ll pay you back tenfold, no—a hundredfold! I’ll repay you with 400 million Pretend Points!"
But the only response was a cold, mechanical voice.
[This System does not offer credit.]
"Can’t I just borrow it? You won’t even accept a hundredfold repayment?" Jiang Ruoxu protested bitterly.
Just then, the void trembled.
"Who needs a loan?" A booming voice rang out as Loan Hero, clad in a blue suit and red tie, made a flashy entrance!
"You... how did you appear?" Jiang Ruoxu was terrified, his eyes wide with shock.
[What the... how did he get here?] Mo Lianxing was equally stunned—even she hadn’t noticed his arrival.
"You... what do you want?" Jiang Ruoxu asked, his voice trembling. Was this middle-aged man some kind of manifestation of his System?
Loan Hero smiled warmly. "Hand me your phone."
"I... I don’t want money. I need System Points. Do you have System Points?" Jiang Ruoxu sounded as naive as a child.
"System Points? You’re a Chosen One?"
Jiang Ruoxu didn’t know what a Chosen One was, but his heart skipped a beat—he had just exposed his greatest secret.
"System Points? You can borrow those too!"
"I can help you top up System Points, but repaying them might be... complicated. It involves major karma. Hand me your phone—fill out this form and sign the waiver..."
Jiang Ruoxu was dumbfounded. System Points could be topped up by someone else?
This was downright insane!
"Here... take it. Can you top up 4 million points for me? I’ll be forever grateful!"
Jiang Ruoxu handed over his phone. Loan Hero took it and fiddled with it for a moment.
But suddenly, his expression twisted in horror.
"Holy—there’s something unclean here!"
The next second, Loan Hero vanished without a trace.
Thud! The phone fell to the ground, nearly shattering into pieces.
Jiang Ruoxu: "..."
Mo Lianxing: "..."
As expected—outsiders couldn’t be relied on!
Left with no choice, Jiang Ruoxu turned his hopes back to his System.
"System, I’m begging you..."
[...]
"Then at least give me a solution! Please!"
Jiang Ruoxu was an immensely proud Son of Destiny. Aside from the occasional setbacks he faced against Jiang Che, when had he ever been this desperate?
[1 million Pretend Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu froze for a second before erupting in wild joy.
As long as the System had a solution, there was still a way to strive for it.
"I’ll pay! Just tell me the method! Hurry!"
[Look at you, always in such a rush.]
Jiang Ruoxu: "..."
How could he not be in a rush? His master’s soul was on the verge of dissipating—in this state, she might not even last three days.
[Ding! Host has spent 1 million Pretend Points to acquire information. System is scanning for the optimal solution...]
[Ding! Search complete!]
[Tip: Your family.]
Jiang Ruoxu: "???"
Jiang Ruoxu frowned. His family?
Did it mean his grandfather, Jiang Yunhuang? But the old man was only at the Sky-Shattering Realm—how could he possess such a treasure? Unless he’d been hiding something?
Once, Jiang Yunhuang had been Jiang Ruoxu’s greatest idol, the undisputed strongest in the ancient martial world of Dragon Country, a peak Grandmaster.
But now, with the guidance of his "big sister" in the ring and the System as his golden finger, Jiang Ruoxu’s horizons had broadened. His once-idolized grandfather was now a relic of the past.
"Then who could it be?"
"Damn System, I paid for this—stop speaking in riddles!"
Jiang Ruoxu was frantic.
The System wasted no more time and coldly delivered two words:
[Jiang Che.]
In an instant, Jiang Ruoxu’s expression stiffened.
"Jiang Che?"
How could it be him?
But after a moment’s thought, it made sense. His older brother did possess extraordinary abilities, and it seemed Jiang Che also had a master of unfathomable origins.
Even his own master, Mo Lianxing, had spoken highly of Jiang Che.
Suddenly, Jiang Che became his only lifeline.
"Master! There’s still someone who can save you—there’s still hope!" Jiang Ruoxu exclaimed excitedly.
"You mean... your brother, Jiang Che?" Mo Lianxing said.
"Yes! He seems to have a master with an incredibly mysterious background. If I beg him... he’ll definitely help!"
Mo Lianxing fell silent but didn’t respond.
Her impression of that young man, Jiang Che, was deeply etched in her mind. The day he casually pulled out a supreme-grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill had nearly given her a heart attack!
Generally speaking, while Body Tempering Pills are quite common, an alchemist capable of refining them to supreme-grade is undoubtedly a top-tier master—one who might truly possess something like a Soul Nurturing Pill.
Mo Lianxing’s heart, which had already sunk into despair, reignited with hope.
“I’ll call Brother Jiang first and ask.”
Suppressing his excitement, Jiang Ruoxu shakily pulled out his phone and dialed.
On the other end, Jiang Che had been waiting for this call for a long time.
That’s right—the mastermind behind everything was none other than Jiang Che!
Even Jiang Ruoxu’s system had been a gift from him. Playing with Jiang Ruoxu was child’s play for Jiang Che.
He could mess with the kid precisely because Jiang Ruoxu was gullible. No matter how blatant Jiang Che was, Jiang Ruoxu would never connect the system to him.
After all, Jiang Ruoxu was naive and easy to fool. If it were someone like Zhou Fan… Jiang Che wouldn’t dare pull such tricks. Zhou Fan was too sharp—the slightest hint of suspicion would put him on high alert.
...
“Brother, what are you up to?”
Jiang Ruoxu’s voice wavered with hesitation and nervousness the moment the call connected.
Mo Lianxing’s soul form, hidden within the ring’s space, eavesdropped anxiously.
“Out with it. What do you want from me this time? You never call me ‘brother’ unless you need something.”
Jiang Che’s lazy voice carried through the phone, making Jiang Ruoxu flush with embarrassment.
“Brother… are you free lately?”
After stammering for a while, Jiang Ruoxu managed to blurt out the most useless question.
[I swear, disciple, could you stop wasting time and just ask him directly?]
Mo Lianxing was practically fuming!
This idiot disciple wasn’t just lacking in brains—his emotional intelligence was even worse!
Jiang Che had already seen right through him, yet here he was, still hesitating like a fool.
How had she, Mo Lianxing, ended up with such a hopelessly dimwitted apprentice?
Any system bound to him must’ve been cursed for eight lifetimes!
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!
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
