"Zhou Fan is indeed a chosen one with a rebellious nature. The Pavilion Master once said his destiny rank has reached at least the Earth Pavilion level, most likely a cultivator who trained in another world for a long time before returning," Xu Rong explained slowly.
"Chosen ones who reincarnate back typically have extremely high levels. After rebirth, their growth speed is astonishing—often reaching the pinnacle of Blue Star in just a few months."
"What truly surprises me is... why would he suddenly start doing good deeds out of nowhere? Helping old ladies cross the street every day?"
Xu Rong narrowed his eyes, sensing something off about the situation.
"Good deeds? Helping old ladies cross the street?"
A chosen one in the crowd wearing glasses stroked his chin, deep in thought. Suddenly, his eyes widened.
"Pavilion Master, I know! Isn’t this exactly what Liu Chuang used to do?"
"Liu Chuang?" Xu Rong turned his gaze toward the speaker, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The Association of Chosen Ones had hundreds of members—how could he possibly remember every name?
"That’s right, Liu Chuang! His system was the 'Good Deeds System'—he earned points by doing good deeds. I was his partner, but Liu Chuang died recently... vanished without a trace."
"Zhou Fan’s behavior is eerily similar—all these acts of kindness mirror Liu Chuang’s past actions..."
The moment these words were spoken, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
What did this mean?
Could it be... someone killed Liu Chuang, stripped him of his "Good Deeds System," and implanted it into themselves?
"Holy shit, stealing someone else’s system? Is this even a chosen one anymore? How strong do you have to be to suppress a system?"
"Could it just be a coincidence? Is Zhou Fan really that overpowered? If so, what’s the point of us even trying? Might as well surrender now!"
"Damn, a ruthless expert who can even suppress systems?"
The chosen ones were terrified, murmuring among themselves.
Xu Rong’s expression also turned grave. Generally speaking... systems served similar purposes—accelerating the host’s growth—so some systems might overlap in function.
For example, entertainment-based systems mostly revolved around emotional or shock values, with rewards that were largely the same.
But the problem was... Liu Chuang’s Good Deeds System was just too bizarre. A system like that—you’d be hard-pressed to find a second one in the entire multiverse.
"Quiet! What’s with all the noise?"
Xu Rong’s tone sharpened. His prestige in the Association was immense. Aside from the Pavilion Master... no one knew just how strong he truly was!
"It’s just a system. I know many of you see systems as the ultimate cheat, the pinnacle of power. But let me tell you... systems aren’t the strongest."
"There are plenty of experts who can suppress systems. From what I know... some big shots in the Heaven Pavilion can easily control them. There’s even a supreme expert who specializes in crafting systems. So there’s no need to panic."
Xu Rong’s words sent shockwaves through the Association.
"Holy shit, that’s insane! Heaven Pavilion elites can manufacture systems? How strong must they be?"
Even Chen Hao was stunned. He thought of his own "Troll God System"—could it also be the work of some Heaven Pavilion master?
"But Zhou Fan clearly doesn’t possess that kind of power. At best, his destiny rank has barely reached the Earth Pavilion level. And even within the Earth Pavilion... plenty of chosen ones could handle him."
"So relax. He’s just a lucky guy—a reincarnated expert who also happened to get a system."
"For now, we don’t need to focus on him. A rebellious chosen one like this can’t be recruited anyway. But if his existence ever threatens the Association... don’t worry, I’ll deal with him myself!"
Hearing Xu Rong’s assurance—"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it"—everyone’s tension eased.
The Deputy Pavilion Master’s strength was legendary among them.
......
Nighttime.
Xiao Sisi tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of Jiang Che.
After what Xiao Chuan had said earlier, she’d looked up Jiang Che’s "exploits" and realized he had so many romantic interests around him.
So... what did that make her?
She felt she needed to confront Jiang Che and get answers.
Her phone screen was filled with a long, unsent message—typed, deleted, rewritten, but never sent.
"Forget it. I’ll ask him in person when I get the chance."
Xiao Sisi clenched her fists. "Why...? The first time I’ve ever felt this way, and you turn out to be a player? I refuse to believe it!"
Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.
She was a hopeless romantic—falling for Jiang Che after just a few encounters.
Yet, she hadn’t even known Jiang Che as long as he’d spent a single night with Yu Wan'er. That was the terrifying nature of infatuation!
Women were emotional creatures. That’s why so many long-distance relationships failed—a decade of love could be overshadowed by three minutes of someone else’s charm.
While Xiao Sisi lay restless, Jiang Che—the heartthrob—was busy flirting with another woman.
"Che, rub my feet!"
Gu Lingfei, fresh off work, sprawled on the sofa, her legs stretched across the coffee table.
She couldn’t even be bothered to take off her stockings.
"Sure thing, Lingfei! You’re the boss." Jiang Che grinned mischievously as he lifted her slender legs, carefully removing her shoes and socks.
Normally, after a long day, even the most beautiful woman’s feet would carry a certain... aroma. But Gu Lingfei had used the Youth Elixir, transforming her physique.
Foot odor? Impossible!
Of course, even if they did smell, Jiang Che wouldn’t care—she was his woman.
"Lingfei, isn’t being a CEO exhausting?"
Jiang Che gently massaged her fair soles.
"Of course it is! Did you think this was some CEO romance novel where the boss does nothing but flirt all day? If I ran the company like that, it’d be bankrupt in a heartbeat!"
Gu Lingfei rolled her eyes.
Of course, Jiang Che was an exception—his team of over a hundred professional business managers was terrifyingly competent.
"Ugh, if only I could take a break..." Gu Lingfei stretched lazily.
Jiang Che chuckled. "I can give you one."
"You?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yep. A ten-month vacation—how does that sound?"
"Ten months? My company would—wait, you... you!!!"
As Gu Lingfei spoke, she suddenly realized something.
Ten months... that clearly means he wants to...
But isn't this too soon?
Though... it's not completely out of the question!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
