Mo Lianxing stuck out her tongue, realizing it was time for her, the designated third wheel, to make her exit. Staying any longer would just make her an unwanted spotlight. With a whoosh, she vanished into Jiang Che’s Soul Nurturing Ring.
“Shen Yu, when you found out you were pregnant… didn’t you feel even the slightest ripple in your heart?”
Jiang Che sighed inwardly. Kid… your dad’s out of ideas here. How about you lend a hand?
Otherwise, after you’re born, having a mom or not won’t make much difference.
Shen Yu fell silent, her mind replaying Jiang Che’s words.
When she first learned she was pregnant…
She had been lost and nervous, but above all, afraid. She felt utterly insecure, which was why she’d called Jiang Che immediately.
As for why she called him… perhaps because he was the only person she could confide in. After all, she didn’t have a single friend by her side.
Most crucially, when the doctor confirmed she was three weeks pregnant, she’d felt… a flicker of happiness?
Even though she struggled with emotional detachment, that one fleeting moment… she had been happy. She’d wanted to share the news with Jiang Che.
“I… I don’t know why. Maybe this is what love feels like? Motherly love?”
Shen Yu gently touched her stomach, still unable to believe it—she was really pregnant?
Jiang Che couldn’t help but laugh.
Perfect. Another big step forward in winning over Shen Yu!
“That’s more like it! Love isn’t something you can just chalk up to hormones. If romantic love is complicated, motherly love is even more so.”
Shen Yu adjusted her glasses, pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously.
Well, mission accomplished—Shen Yu’s officially bamboozled.
“Sweetheart, your system’s even got a new name now. Time to start researching how to scientifically cultivate immortality!”
Shen Yu frowned. “But my mathematical theorems… I already have a concrete approach to proving Goldbach’s Conjecture. Just give me another year—”
Jiang Che instantly regretted ever mentioning those math problems to her.
But hey, you dig your own grave, you lie in it.
“No need. This USB drive has detailed proofs for all those conjectures. Just skim through it when you have time—consider it a curiosity satisfied.”
Shen Yu: “……”
She was speechless. Understanding something someone else solved… wouldn’t give her any sense of accomplishment.
It was like gamers who used cheats—sure, it’s fun for a while, but the victory isn’t really yours.
But Jiang Che was dead set on keeping her safely at the Jiang residence to focus on pregnancy and childbirth. There was nothing she could do.
“Oh, and check your system. What kind of goodies can you buy with 1.1 billion cultivation points?”
Jiang Che rubbed his hands together. He knew full well that Shen Yu’s system, given its tier, probably didn’t offer anything too impressive—but hey, free stuff is free stuff!
Humanity’s greatest joy? Getting something for nothing.
Shen Yu nodded and began browsing her system.
“Whoa… sweetheart, your system’s got some serious loot…”
Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed. The updated system was a bizarre hybrid of science and cultivation, attempting to explain the latter through the former.
But at the end of the day, it was still about using science to support cultivation.
For example, there was a “scientific alchemy microwave,” even an “arcane energy cannon,” and—most absurd of all—a spaceship powered by spirit stones capable of interstellar travel.
Science + fantasy = true sci-fi!
“This is gold!”
Jiang Che was fairly familiar with the state of affairs in the Nine Heavens.
The headquarters of the Chosen Ones’ Association was located there. The Nine Heavens was vast, teeming with talent, and this fusion of science and mysticism was thriving.
No, there weren’t tales of Immortal Kings battling two-dimensional foil, but rumors abounded of supreme experts tanking planetary cannons.
“See? Isn’t this enough to keep you busy, Shen Yu?”
“This is an entirely new scientific paradigm!”
Shen Yu bit her lip. “But I don’t like this stuff. I love math.”
“Do whatever you want, sweetheart. Just don’t forget about me and the baby.” Jiang Che didn’t push her. He already knew—the baby would be the key to winning her over.
“Mm…” Shen Yu lowered her head, nestling against Jiang Che’s side, looking utterly docile.
But only Jiang Che knew—this girl’s heart still wasn’t fully his.
The road ahead is long…
——
After Shen Yu fell asleep…
Jiang Che activated the Soul Communion Art, separating his soul from his body!
Normally, only those at the Shattering Heaven stage could nurture a divine soul, and Divine Connection experts could achieve soul projection.
But Jiang Che, having just entered Shattering Heaven, could already accomplish it using a secret technique.
“Heh… so this is a divine soul? Not bad!”
His soul was remarkably stable, hovering in the air almost indistinguishably from his physical form.
“Hehehe… time to visit my little heartless one!”
Jiang Che’s soul dove straight into the Soul Nurturing Ring.
Inside the ring was another world entirely.
A mountain peak shrouded in immortal mist.
At its summit stood an opulent palace, and in a celestial pool below, a few cranes frolicked in the water.
“Tsk… giving this paradise to that ungrateful girl… what a waste!”
Jiang Che’s heart ached—this ring had cost him a million points.
But soon, he’d recoup his losses… with interest.
——
The vast pool was veiled in mist, its surface dotted with lotus leaves and duckweed.
A pristine figure lounged leisurely in the water, her jet-black hair floating like seaweed around her.
“Oh, immortal spring, so much water! Oh, immortal crane, such lovely legs!”
“Two legs! Two legs! Whose legs could be so fair?”
Mo Lianxing stretched out her jade-white legs, lazily stirring the water, utterly reveling in her bath.
Even as a soul, after being cooped up in the ring for millennia, she felt perpetually grimy—she could’ve stayed in the pool forever.
Just as she was admiring herself, a voice echoed in her ears.
“Hmm… they are quite lovely.”
Mo Lianxing: “!!!”
“GHOST!!!”
She shrieked and submerged herself, only peeking out after a long moment.
“You—how did you get in here? Wait… you’re a soul too? And you didn’t even announce yourself!”
Mo Lianxing was mortified. Had he just seen everything?!
This is a disaster!
Even as a soul, she had dignity, damn it!
Jiang Che chuckled, sitting by the spirit spring’s edge. “Darling, I am your husband. We’re cultivation partners—why so distant?”
Mo Lianxing: “……”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
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...
