“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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
