"Hehe, I know you have many questions in your heart, Miss Mo," Jiang Che said with a composed smile, though his expression carried an air of mystery in Mo Lianxing's eyes.
"Jiang... Young Master Jiang, I do have many doubts. Could you please enlighten me?" Mo Lianxing was visibly excited—she had too many questions to ask.
For instance, where did the "Human Emperor Scripture" truly come from?
Those automated alchemy furnaces were considered top-tier money-making assets tightly controlled by the Fatebearers' Association in the Nine Heavens—how could they have ended up in the mortal realm?
And what about that supreme-grade Body Sculpting Pill Jiang Che had promised her—when would it finally be refined?
"Of course you may ask, but..." Jiang Che slowly raised a single finger and spoke softly, "Only one question!"
In an instant, Mo Lianxing stiffened. She had at least a dozen questions in mind, yet Jiang Che was only willing to answer one?
"Jiang... Young Master Jiang, could you make it a few more?" Mo Lianxing's tone carried a hint of coquetry.
A millennia-old monster acting coy—who could resist that?
"No, only one!"
A Sigma male never falls into a woman's trap.
"For Ruoxu's sake, could you answer three questions for this humble one?"
Jiang Ruoxu: "???"
Wait, since when is it my face you're using? No benefits for me, but all the blame gets dumped on my head?
Jiang Che glanced at Jiang Ruoxu with a faint smile and said, "Apologies, but his face isn’t that big yet."
Jiang Ruoxu: "..."
Mo Lianxing also shot a look at her disciple—useless apprentice, I told you to build a good relationship with Jiang Che!
"Then... Young Master Jiang, I’ll just ask one question. When will the supreme-grade Body Sculpting Pill you promised me be ready?"
Jiang Che's lips twitched.
Sis, when did I ever promise you a supreme-grade Body Sculpting Pill?
"Ahem, Miss Mo must be joking, no? I did say my master would refine a Body Sculpting Pill for you, but have you forgotten the condition I set?"
Jiang Che's gaze burned as he looked at Mo Lianxing.
Mo Lianxing tensed up immediately.
Of course she hadn’t forgotten!
Jiang Che had said back then... that the price for refining the Body Sculpting Pill was... for her to become his Dao Companion.
But honestly, she couldn’t just sell herself for a mere Body Sculpting Pill.
"Miss Mo, become my Dao Companion, and I’ll give you not only a supreme-grade Body Sculpting Pill but also a vast plot of top-tier spirit farmland as a betrothal gift. Oh, and... three top-grade spirit stones!"
The moment these words left his mouth, Mo Lianxing’s breathing became ragged.
Of course, she had long coveted that expansive top-tier spirit farmland in Jiang Che’s villa. And top-grade spirit stones—three of them!
Spirit farmland, spirit veins, spirit springs, spirit stones, spirit herbs... these were all considered absolute strategic resources in the Nine Heavens.
They were categorized into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and top-grade!
Rumor had it that beyond top-grade, there were legendary saint-grade and immortal-grade treasures. But in her previous life, even as a Nirvana-stage powerhouse, the highest she had ever gotten her hands on were high-grade items. Occasionally, if heaven smiled upon her, she might stumble upon a single top-grade spirit stone—something she would enshrine as a family heirloom!
And Jiang Che was offering three at once?
"Young Master Jiang, I accept... I’m willing to become your Dao Companion!"
Mo Lianxing didn’t refuse this time. Too much... it was simply too much!
Three top-grade spirit stones... in her previous life, after cultivating for thousands of years, she had only ever obtained two.
At the top-grade level, whether it was spirit herbs, spirit stones, or spirit farmland, these were no longer things ordinary cultivators could even dream of touching.
To put it into perspective—low-grade spirit stones were like bicycles, mid-grade were ordinary cars, high-grade were luxury vehicles worth millions, and top-grade were supercars worth tens or even hundreds of millions.
As for the legendary saint-grade and immortal-grade? Those were probably on the level of private yachts and aircraft carriers...
...
Mo Lianxing agreed without hesitation, while Jiang Ruoxu was on the verge of collapse.
[Master... Master, you can’t agree to this! He’s a playboy with so many women around him...]
The poor disciple desperately sent a mental message.
Mo Lianxing shot him a sidelong glance. [Oh? Are you going to give me top-grade spirit stones then? Can you refine a supreme-grade Body Sculpting Pill for me?]
Jiang Ruoxu nearly blurted out a promise, but then he checked his system shop.
[Top-grade Spirit Stone Fragment: Collect five fragments to synthesize one top-grade spirit stone.]
[Fragment Box Price: 200 Pretend Points, with a 0.005% chance to drop a fragment.]
What kind of scam is this? Not only do you need fragments to synthesize one, but the fragments are gacha drops? A 1 in 20,000 chance to get a fragment?
Sure, the box was cheap at just 200 Pretend Points, but the drop rate was abysmal! 200 × 20,000... that’s 4 million Pretend Points just for one fragment!
Unless he was insane!
"Hehe, Miss Mo is truly decisive!"
Jiang Che’s smile widened as he waved his hand grandly.
Instantly, the entire space lit up with dazzling brilliance. A terrifyingly dense spiritual energy filled the air, interwoven with the aura of the five elements. Floating midair were vast clusters of radiant, multicolored spirit stones—piled up like a small mountain, numbering at least in the hundreds of thousands!
Mo Lianxing’s jaw dropped so wide she could’ve swallowed a top-grade spirit stone whole.
"All... all top-grade spirit stones? These are all top-grade spirit stones!!!!!"
Overcome with excitement, her inner miser flared up, and she nearly lunged forward to snatch a few.
"Hey hey hey! Miss Mo, restrain yourself!"
With that, Jiang Che recalled all the "top-grade spirit stones."
Of course, they couldn’t possibly all be genuine top-grade spirit stones.
What a joke—a single top-grade spirit stone cost a whopping 1 million points in his system. Hundreds of thousands of them? He’d have to sell himself to afford that.
But no matter—his Divine-Grade Special Effects would handle it!
Jiang Che had discovered a new use for his Divine-Grade Special Effects: fraud.
He could easily use them to disguise low-grade spirit stones as top-grade ones. If a Divine-Grade skill could be detected, could it even be called Divine-Grade?
Of course, he’d have to test this theory when he eventually ascended to the Nine Heavens.
......
"Ahem, Young Master Jiang, I lost my composure."
Mo Lianxing’s voice trembled. The background of Jiang Che’s master was simply too terrifying—hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit stones!
Was his master running a bank in the Nine Heavens or something?
How absurdly rich was this guy?!
Damn it!!! She regretted it!
She’d undersold herself!!!
She shouldn’t have settled for just three top-grade spirit stones. After all, she was a Nirvana-stage immortal maiden—while her looks might not rival Jiang Che’s master’s, in the Nine Heavens, she was still one of the most stunning beauties in any region.
Three was too little—she should’ve asked for at least five!!!
However, Mo Lianxing was genuinely tempted—following Jiang Che would surely guarantee her a life of luxury and comfort!
So what if it meant becoming his cultivation partner? By all accounts, she was the one getting the better deal!
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?
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
