Even Mo Lianxing was utterly speechless.
Jiang Che's soul-type magic was bizarre—it could physically interact with spiritual entities. If she ended up living with him... she’d undoubtedly be at his mercy, exploited to no end.
But risk often walked hand-in-hand with opportunity. With so many treasures on Jiang Che, a few whispered words in his ear might just leave her rolling in riches.
As she weighed her options, Jiang Ruoxu lost his temper.
"Jiang Che!!! Are you done yet? She’s my only master... and she’s just a soul now, bound to that soul-nourishing ring!"
Jiang Che smirked.
Then, he spent 1 million system points to purchase a Divine Soul Ring.
A 1-million-point Divine Soul Ring—wasn’t this infinitely better than that piece of junk you’ve got?
Not only did it have an endless supply of spiritual energy, but the ring’s inner space also housed a pocket paradise, akin to a miniature celestial realm.
"Come, come, my dear... You’ve suffered too long with Jiang Ruoxu. That cramped soul-nourishing ring isn’t even fit to be called a proper dwelling. Take a look at the super Divine Soul Ring I’ve prepared for you!"
Jiang Che pulled out the ring, its sheer appearance radiating far more prestige than Jiang Ruoxu’s shabby trinket.
"This..."
Mo Lianxing stared in shock at the ring in Jiang Che’s hand.
With her soul perception, she instantly pierced through the ring’s barrier and sensed the world within.
This wasn’t just a hidden space—it was a full-blown paradise tailored for souls!
"Whoosh—"
In a flash, Mo Lianxing transformed into a streak of light and darted straight into Jiang Che’s ring.
Inside the ring’s space, emerald peaks rose in layers, veiled in immortal mist. Atop the highest summit stood a resplendent celestial palace, while occasional cranes glided across the sky.
Pure extravagance!
"Just... what kind of supreme power forged this spatial ring? It contains an entire pocket dimension?"
Mo Lianxing blinked rapidly, feeling like a country bumpkin stumbling into a grand estate.
If Jiang Ruoxu’s soul-nourishing ring was a rundown shack, this was a ridiculously luxurious mansion!
After admiring the ring’s interior, Mo Lianxing nodded in satisfaction.
Then, she sent a mental message.
"Ruoxu, now that you possess a system, there’s little left I can teach you. You’ve reached the age where you must forge your own path. I can’t remain by your side forever..."
Jiang Ruoxu was utterly dumbfounded.
Well, that’s it. His master was truly gone!
Swindled away by Jiang Che’s sweet talk!!!
"Master..." The poor junior brother tried to protest.
"My disciple, no need to say more. My decision is final. Though your talent is exceptional, you lack experience. Some lessons must be learned firsthand..."
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
Jiang Che gently stroked the ring on his finger. This heartless little thing... had been quite the challenge to trick!
All in all, he’d spent at least three to four million points just to win her over.
But it was worth it—after all, she was a bona fide celestial beauty!
"Don’t worry, Junior Brother Ruoxu. Your master is in my care now. No need to fret!" Jiang Che patted Jiang Ruoxu’s shoulder with exaggerated reassurance.
Though the pat was light, it nearly sent the poor guy stumbling.
All he could do was watch Jiang Che’s figure retreat into the distance!
"No—"
A wail of despair tore from Jiang Ruoxu’s throat.
He knew it—the next time he saw his master, he’d probably have to call her "sister-in-law."
......
Jiang Che was in high spirits. Tonight, he’d start collecting some "interest"—after all, he’d dropped millions of points on this ungrateful little soul.
"Husband... Now that I’m yours, shouldn’t there be no secrets between us? Could you share some of yours with me?"
Mo Lianxing materialized beside Jiang Che, her ethereal beauty tinged with expectation.
Her breath, fragrant as orchids, brushed against Jiang Che’s cheek, stirring his desires.
A lesser man might’ve crumbled, but Jiang Che had long seen through Mo Lianxing’s nature. This woman was pure defiance—no wonder the Fateweavers’ Association had hunted her. In Jiang Che’s eyes... 90% of her troubles were self-inflicted.
"Not yet. You’ve only given me a peck—and even that wasn’t voluntary. But darling... surely you can feel it? I’ve longed for you in spirit for ages!"
Jiang Che raised a hand, ghosting it through Mo Lianxing’s exquisite face. Since he hadn’t activated his skills, his fingers passed right through her.
"Longed for you in spirit"...
Mo Lianxing stiffened at the phrase. What kind of nonsense was this?!
Since when did "spiritual longing" mean... that?!
"Husband... You’re so wicked! Always teasing me!" Mo Lianxing slipped into her role effortlessly.
A true millennium-old fox—zero practical experience, but her theoretical knowledge was maxed out.
"Since we’re bound as cultivation partners, why not visit my room tonight? Or I could soul-project into your Divine Soul Ring?"
Jiang Che’s grin held a predatory edge.
Mo Lianxing shuddered. Was he serious?!
"Ahem... Isn’t this inappropriate?"
"What’s the issue? You’re just a soul now, darling."
Pfft—how was this any different from "it doesn’t count if it’s not physical"?
Mo Lianxing’s face burned crimson. The gentle, jade-like youth she’d imagined was nowhere to be found.
This man was a bona fide pervert!
"Darling, do you know why there are so many women around me?"
Mo Lianxing blinked. "N-No... I don’t."
Jiang Che chuckled. "Because my master once gave me a celestial-grade cultivation manual—a peerless art founded on the harmony of yin and yang. Dual cultivation speeds up progress exponentially."
Mo Lianxing: "......"
Wasn’t this just a fancy way of saying "dual cultivation technique"?
But Jiang Che claimed it was... celestial-grade?!
That was terrifying. A celestial-grade technique—she’d never even heard of such a thing!
Yet his next words struck a chord.
"A celestial-grade dual cultivation art. Even soul fusion can trigger its effects... and it can reverse yin-yang imbalances, reshape spiritual roots..."
...
Jiang Che had planned to return to the Jiang residence and collect his "interest" from Mo Lianxing that night.
Until his phone rang.
"Huh? Shen Yu’s calling?"
Jiang Che scratched his head, surprised she’d reach out first.
He answered, but the other end remained silent. Jiang Che put it on speaker, waiting.
Two minutes passed.
Then, Shen Yu’s icy voice delivered four words:
"I’m pregnant."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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?!
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.
