“Huh??? Jiang...Jiang Che?”
Could it be that Xiao Chuan had found out about her relationship with Jiang Che?
Xiao An'an glanced at Jiang Che and noticed his expression remained utterly unruffled.
“Dad, Jiang Che and I...we’re just friends!”
The girl’s voice was stammering.
Xiao Chuan fell silent for a moment, already drawing his own conclusion!
An'an must have already fallen victim to Jiang Che’s schemes—his intuition had never been wrong before.
“An'an, to be honest, Dad doesn’t actually oppose you being with Jiang Che. That kid may not always act like a decent human being...but at least he treats women fairly...”
Jiang Che: “???”
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect such words to come out of Xiao Chuan’s mouth!
Shouldn’t this guy be tearing into him instead? Relentlessly listing all his flaws!
Why was he suddenly praising him? Faced with his future father-in-law’s compliments...Jiang Che even felt a little smug!
Meanwhile, Xiao An'an picked up on two key points.
First: Xiao Chuan approved of her being with Jiang Che—Dad was a good guy!
Second: Xiao Chuan had insulted Jiang Che—Dad was a bad guy!
At this moment, Xiao Chuan existed in Xiao An'an’s heart as a bizarre quantum superposition of good and bad.
A Schrödinger’s biological father!
“Dad, Brother Jiang Che is really good, he doesn’t ‘not act like a decent human being’...” Xiao An'an protested.
Snap!
Another knife stabbed straight into Xiao Chuan’s old heart.
First, he was betrayed by Xiao Sisi, and now Xiao An'an had backstabbed him too—both his little cotton-padded jackets had sprung leaks.
Pain, such pain!
“An'an, I wasn’t badmouthing Jiang Che. Since you and Jiang Che are so close...could you pass a message to him for me?”
Xiao Chuan’s voice was laced with hesitation.
He, Xiao Chuan, had lived a life of pride—yet now he had to rely on his daughter?
“Pass a message?” Xiao An'an frowned, her beautiful eyes narrowing suspiciously. She had a feeling Xiao Chuan was up to no good.
She turned to Jiang Che with a pleading look.
Only after seeing Jiang Che nod did she speak again.
“Dad, go ahead and say it. As long as it’s not too unreasonable, Brother Jiang Che probably won’t refuse.”
Hearing this, Xiao Chuan finally relaxed.
“An'an, with the era of spiritual revival upon us, Jiang Che holds resources powerful enough to control the entire cultivation world. This wealth is immense—whoever controls cultivation resources...will dominate the future.”
Xiao An'an blinked her big, pretty eyes in confusion. She didn’t quite grasp what Xiao Chuan meant.
Lately, she’d been too busy eating while everyone else was cultivating...she’d just been stuffing her face nonstop.
The most frustrating part? Her cultivation talent seemed exceptional—even without training, just breathing the air had forcibly elevated her to the 5th stage of Qi Refinement.
“Sweetheart, let me put it plainly. Now that you’re Jiang Che’s woman, you should milk him for all he’s worth—get more pills, resources...”
Xiao An'an froze, then glanced at Jiang Che, who was grinning beside her. Instantly, she burned with humiliation!
Her own father was speaking as if he were selling her off—how could she ever face Jiang Che with dignity after this?
Furious, the young girl clenched her fists tightly.
Unaware that Jiang Che was right beside Xiao An'an, Xiao Chuan continued fanning the flames.
“Dad’s planning to pivot the company into the cultivation industry. See if Jiang Che can cut us a deal...maybe let us handle a subsidiary for pill distribution...or we could set up an auction house for rare elixirs...”
Xiao An'an trembled with rage, biting her delicate lip hard.
“Xiao Chuan, you old geezer!!!”
Enough was enough!
Xiao An'an’s carefully maintained good-girl image shattered instantly.
She outright called him an “old geezer,” leaving Xiao Chuan utterly stunned.
“What kind of person do you take me for? I’m not some tool! I’m not with Brother Jiang Che for cultivation resources or money...I love him!”
Her voice was loud, tears glistening in her eyes, making her look heartbreakingly pitiful.
Jiang Che immediately pulled Xiao An'an into his arms, kissing her cheek before taking the phone from her.
On the other end, Xiao Chuan was still reeling—Xiao An'an’s “old geezer” had dealt him a critical blow.
For days and nights to come, he’d struggle to sleep peacefully.
“Hello? The great tycoon Xiao Chuan? Remember me? It’s Jiang Che!”
Jiang Che’s lazy voice carried through the phone.
Xiao Chuan: “!!!!!”
Gasp...Jiang Che was right next to An'an?!
In an instant, Xiao Chuan understood everything—his words had put An'an in an impossible position.
No wonder she’d lashed out. This was his fault, not hers.
But that meant...Jiang Che had heard everything he’d just said?!
Xiao Chuan’s brain worked overtime, his i914-generation CPU nearly overheating, before he finally gritted his teeth and decided to cut to the chase.
“Young Master Jiang—no, I should say, my dear son-in-law now!”
Jiang Che scoffed. “Heh...I’m sick of hearing ‘dear son-in-law.’ You’re the fifth old geezer to call me that.”
Old geezer...
“Ahem, Young Master Jiang, I assume you heard my proposal? I’d like to collaborate. You hold the core cultivation technology, and I can help manage the business side...”
Jiang Che laughed.
Xiao Chuan’s business instincts were sharp, at least.
“Heh, I already have three major companies handling operations, plus support from the government. Why should I share a slice with you?”
Jiang Che showed no mercy to the old man.
Xiao Chuan paused before replying slowly,
“Young Master Jiang, you’ve already taken both Sisi and An'an from me—Wanwan’s probably next. At the very least, I’m practically your father-in-law now, aren’t I? We’re family!”
Jiang Che’s eyes widened—this old man’s shamelessness had reached new heights.
“Young Master Jiang...won’t you at least consider my proposal?”
Jiang Che, still holding Xiao An'an, thought for a moment before answering lazily.
“Fine. But from now on, you call me ‘boss,’ and I’ll call you ‘old geezer.’ How’s that?”
Jiang Che knew exactly how to mess with people.
The moment he said this, Xiao An'an burst into giggles in his arms, utterly unrepentant.
Xiao Chuan: “......”
His life had always been one of cautious steps, but for his daughters and the future...he had to endure this humiliation.
“B...Boss!”
“Good. Go straight to Yuanche Group and find Leng Ningqiu.”
“But remember, dear father-in-law...this isn’t a partnership. It’s charity—my charity.”
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!
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
