For some reason, ever since learning about Shen Yu's pregnancy, Yu Wan'er had been feeling inexplicably irritated whenever she saw Jiang Che.
In the end, she could only blame everything on Jiang Che.
This definitely wasn’t jealousy—she was just standing up for Sister Shen Yu!
Yes, that was it. She was defending Shen Yu’s honor! Jiang Che was such a scumbag... she absolutely had to teach him a lesson on Shen Yu’s behalf.
"You little brat, just wait till I knock you up—then you’ll behave!"
Jiang Che pinched Yu Wan'er’s delicate cheek hard with his large hand, leaving the girl’s face red and swollen.
In the past, that kind of force would’ve torn a chunk of flesh right off Yu Wan'er’s face. But now, this little gremlin was no longer the same—she had become incredibly tough.
"Go ahead and knock me up! You think I can’t handle giving birth?"
Yu Wan'er puffed up her cheeks, glaring defiantly at Jiang Che.
She even deliberately stuck out her tiny belly, though her waist was thinner than Jiang Che’s thigh. Just imagining the scenario filled one with guilt.
But then she panicked—why on earth had she said something like that?
"Tsk tsk tsk, so you actually want to have a baby?" Jiang Che teased.
This little tsundere was so easy to mess with.
......
To be honest, Jiang Che had been quite stressed lately. After the spiritual energy resurgence and the reforms of several major corporations, the workload had piled up like crazy.
Though Leng Ningqiu and the others handled most of the tasks, there were still countless issues to resolve.
Inside the CEO’s office of Yuanche Pharmaceutical...
"Master, the first batch of spirit herbs has been successfully cultivated. Several thousand acres of low-grade spirit fields have yielded a total of 8,000 tons of various medicinal herbs, enough to refine eight batches of low-grade pills. For the first batch, we’ve selected: Qi Condensation Pills, Spirit Gathering Pills, Blood Vitality Pills, Plumpness Pills, Indestructible Vigor Pills, and Kidney Nourishing Pills..."
Jiang Che coughed awkwardly—why did these pills sound increasingly ridiculous?
"This... what’s the deal with—"
Leng Ningqiu, holding the report, nestled into Jiang Che’s arms and giggled behind her hand. "Market research shows these are the most in-demand pills right now..."
"Oh... I see! I see!" Jiang Che forced a laugh.
Young and robust, with his Heaven-Shattering cultivation and the super-regenerative factor from his Deadpool-like abilities, he couldn’t relate to the struggles of middle-aged men clutching their goji berry-infused thermoses.
"Fine, go ahead and refine them. But restrict distribution to members of the Cultivators’ Association only..."
Leng Ningqiu rolled her eyes at him.
"Master~~~ The Cultivators’ Association already has 540 million applicants..."
Jiang Che’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
"Holy crap, that many?! We can’t let them all in!" He was stunned. Joining the association came with free pill benefits...
He knew his fellow countrymen loved freebies, but this was insane!
"Of course not. Your grandfather has strict screening criteria—character, background, and cultivation aptitude are all thoroughly vetted. Only about 20,000 have been approved so far."
That was more reasonable. At least Old Man Jiang wasn’t a complete fool.
Only he could freeload off others—no one freeloaded off him!
"By the way, Master, to boost public enthusiasm for cultivation and pill purchases, we might need a spokesperson..."
Leng Ningqiu’s gaze lingered on Jiang Che.
Jiang Che raised a brow. "You want me to be the face of this?"
The woman smiled brightly. "I know you dislike the spotlight, so I’ve already contacted your cousin, Jiang Ruoxu. He said he’d be delighted to help..."
"Hah, you really do understand me."
Jiang Che wrapped an arm around Leng Ningqiu’s slender waist.
"Ah~ I understand you, Master... but do you understand me?" she sighed dramatically.
"Who says I don’t?" Jiang Che grinned.
"Then guess what I’m thinking right now?" Leng Ningqiu’s eyes shimmered like autumn water as she set down the report, her breath warm and sweet.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Jiang Che didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked his hand—and the floor-to-ceiling curtains snapped shut.
......
Jiang Ruoxu was live again.
In the world of cultivation, he was now a household name. Nearly 99% of the nation was practicing the "Human Emperor Scripture," even kids in remote mountain villages.
"Host, what’s today’s lesson? We’re waiting to learn some spells!"
"You look exhausted, bro. You’ve been working too hard planning cultivation courses for us—take care of yourself!"
Jiang Ruoxu did look haggard.
His master had been whisked away, and now even flexing felt hollow.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for pulling off a sick flex. Reward: 10,000 Flex Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu jolted—hell yeah, the grind never stops!
"Today, we’re not cultivating. I’ve got something special for you all!" He flashed a mysterious smile before pulling out several jade bottles.
"You’ve all heard of Yuanche Pharmaceuticals, right? Well, these are their upcoming products—Blood Vitality Pills, Qi Condensation Pills, and... Plumpness Pills..."
His voice trailed off. Why did these names sound so sketchy?
He was just the promoter—he hadn’t even checked what they were beforehand.
Damn it, he’d been set up!
As the face of the "Human Emperor Scripture," with his youthful charm and boy-next-door appeal, Jiang Ruoxu had a massive following of older sisters and "mommy fans."
The moment "Plumpness Pills" left his lips, the chat exploded.
"Plumpness Pills? Are they for what I think they’re for?"
"Little Ruoxu, this big sis can fly over anytime~ Just hook me up with one pill!"
"Sweetie, Auntie doesn’t need Plumpness Pills—my figure’s already perfect. Wanna test it out?"
The comments grew increasingly unhinged, some crossing every line imaginable.
The poor guy had never faced such bold advances—his face burned crimson.
This damn livestream was over!
[Ding! Host has flexed his shyness. Reward: 5,000 Flex Points.]
Cough. Maybe he could tough it out.
Screw it, he’d power through!
With gritted teeth, he explained every pill’s effects—including Indestructible Vigor Pills and Kidney Nourishing Pills.
His cool, aloof persona? Obliterated.
"It’s gotta be Jiang Che’s doing! First, he steals my master, and now he’s setting me up?!"
The kid clenched his fists in frustration.
The chat was flooded with demands for purchase links—some even begged him to take an Indestructible Vigor Pill live.
Though humiliated, his promo was a smashing success.
While the spiritual energy resurgence swept the globe, Jiang Che’s machinations ensured China remained stable.
By controlling resources, he held the nation’s cultivators in his grasp.
Want power? Join the Cultivators’ Association and get the good stuff.
Currently, most cultivators in Dragon Country are at the Qi Refining stage. Those who manage to join the Cultivators' Association are considered so-called "geniuses," and from among these geniuses, the even more exceptional are selected to enter the Immortal Academy.
By widening the gap between the elite and the rest, even if ordinary people manage to learn some mystical arts or spells, they can never truly dominate. In fact, they might just end up being ganged up on and crushed like a common boss in a raid.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
