"Disciple, in a moment, use tying your shoelaces as an excuse to secretly grab a handful of spirit soil. Master will cover for you... Your brother definitely won’t notice," Mo Lianxing commanded Jiang Ruoxu in the courtyard.
"Master, can we please not do this? If my brother finds out... it’s me who’ll be humiliated," Jiang Ruoxu protested reluctantly. If they were caught, Mo Lianxing would undoubtedly pin the blame on him, and he’d have no choice but to take the fall—after all, she was his master!
"Listen, now’s the time... hurry up, quick! Your brother isn’t looking... move fast!" Mo Lianxing urged.
With no other choice, Jiang Ruoxu bent down to tie his shoelaces and, in one swift motion, used the martial technique Mo Lianxing had taught him—‘Star-Snatching Hand’—to stealthily swipe a handful of premium-grade spirit soil.
He then stashed it into his storage ring.
"Brother... I’m leaving," Jiang Ruoxu said, his voice trembling with guilt.
"See you!" Jiang Che stood on the second floor, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Did they really think he was blind? Their little act was painfully obvious.
...
Only after leaving the Jiang family villa did Jiang Ruoxu finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Tsk... this really is premium-grade spirit soil. Even this tiny amount contains an endless flow of spiritual energy. Truly a treasure shaped by the heavens themselves," Mo Lianxing murmured, carefully cradling the soil in her hands, afraid to lose even a single grain.
"Master, is this spirit soil really that valuable?" Jiang Ruoxu asked.
[Valuable? This is beyond rare—it’s a priceless treasure! The spiritual energy within is practically inexhaustible. Just this small handful contains as much energy as dozens of tons of top-tier spirit stones. It’s unbelievable... How does your brother possess an entire field of this? In the cultivation world, this would spark a bloody war!]
[Wait... there’s a note inside the soil?]
Mo Lianxing frowned in confusion before pulling out a slip of paper.
The handwriting was bold and powerful, clearly stating:
[Consider this handful of spirit soil a gift. If you become my Dao companion... the entire field will be your betrothal gift~]
Mo Lianxing’s face instantly flushed crimson upon reading the note.
"Master, what does it say? Let me see," Jiang Ruoxu asked curiously. Since when did spirit soil grow notes?
"Nothing! None of your business, brat," Mo Lianxing snapped, hastily stuffing the note into her pocket.
But Jiang Che’s words echoed in her mind—an entire field of premium-grade spirit soil... all as her betrothal gift?
And how had he even slipped this note into the soil without her noticing?
Clearly, Jiang Che was far more terrifying than she’d imagined. His supposed Grandmaster-level cultivation was just a facade—his true strength was likely...
Mystery Level +1 for Young Master Jiang.
......
"Heh, Mo Lianxing... greedy as ever. But greed is good—I was counting on it," Jiang Che murmured, a profound smirk playing on his lips.
The more greedy Mo Lianxing was, the sooner she’d fall into his grasp.
And once she did, he’d gain a free Nihility-stage martial artist.
As for her promise to be his protector for a hundred years? Jiang Che scoffed.
Given Mo Lianxing’s shameless nature, she’d quickly realize he had no master backing him. And if she ever regained her full strength... he doubted he could keep this little demoness under control.
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Che slowly raised his gaze toward the upper floor.
"Alright, come out. No point hiding."
At his words, Ye Mengyao timidly stepped out from behind the door.
"Jiang Che, who was that woman just now...?"
Her voice was hesitant. With Yu Wan’er not around, she had to learn to fight for his attention herself.
That woman had been breathtakingly beautiful, her aura cold and ethereal—like an immortal fairy, aloof yet untouchable.
For the first time, Ye Mengyao felt a pang of insecurity. As the young mistress of the Ye family, she had never doubted her own charm. Even among Jiang Che’s harem, she considered herself no less beautiful than the others.
But Mo Lianxing had shattered her confidence.
Quick, call the Buddha—no, wait, call Empress Wan’er!
"What’s this? Is my Yaoyao learning to be jealous?" Jiang Che teased, pulling her slender waist into his embrace. Hadn’t he already tamed this proud young miss?
A faint blush dusted her cheeks as she averted her gaze. "N-No..."
Of course she was jealous!
She was still a normal girl—sharing her lover with so many women wasn’t easy.
Yu Wan’er could openly voice her displeasure, spoiled by Jiang Che’s indulgence. But Ye Mengyao couldn’t... Like many of the other girls, she feared that expressing her jealousy might push him away.
Even though she knew Jiang Che would never abandon them, the fear lingered.
"Ah... after all this time, don’t you know me by now?" Jiang Che sighed.
Sometimes, he mused, even with the ‘Harem Protagonist’ aura, he couldn’t stop the girls from getting jealous.
He shuddered to imagine what would happen if that aura ever faded—his household wouldn’t just catch fire... it’d explode like a nuke!
"Who’s ‘all this time’ with you?!" Ye Mengyao huffed, stomping her foot.
She wasn’t even twenty yet—how was that "all this time"?
But then she lowered her head. While their relationship wasn’t old in years, judging by... frequency and intensity... they were definitely an ‘old married couple.’
Jiang Che kissed her cheek. With only one heart, he couldn’t divide his love equally among all the girls. But as a man of exceptional... versatility, he could ensure each received an equal ‘distribution’ of affection.
...
"Just who is that loan shark? How is he so powerful that he can even lend system points?"
In his post-climax clarity, Jiang Che couldn’t help but ponder.
Jiang Ruoxu’s system-bound status meant no secrets were hidden from Jiang Che, who had once again glimpsed the so-called Loan Deity.
Initially, Jiang Che had assumed he was just another overpowered Chosen One, but later dismissed the idea.
This guy seemed far more formidable than expected. His casual remark—"system points can be loaned too"—had nearly made Jiang Che’s jaw drop.
Though the loan ultimately failed, the Loan Deity was undoubtedly a hidden powerhouse.
"He must have a loan-based system. He tried lending to Jiang Ruoxu but failed... probably because of me!"
"So that means... my Villain System must be of a higher tier than his. Maybe I should test this guy out!"
Jiang Che leaned against the headboard, holding Ye Mengyao's delicate figure in his arms, his mind already scheming again.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
