One-sided charity...
Xiao Chuan nearly choked on his anger. He'd been proud all his life... yet now he'd fallen to such depths!
To have his home stolen by some snot-nosed kid barely over twenty, and still have to grovel like this!
But he had no other choice left.
"Alright, old man, I'm hanging up now. An'an and I have... things to do tonight!"
As he spoke, Jiang Che leaned down to kiss the forehead of the girl nestled in his arms. Xiao An'an's face flushed red instantly. Things to do at night... what else could that mean?
Yet she understood Jiang Che's true intention.
"Daddy, you're not allowed to be mean to Brother Jiang Che anymore, or else... or else I won't call you Daddy!"
Now that she had Jiang Che, Xiao Chuan the human ATM could kiss goodbye to his usefulness.
On the other end, Xiao Chuan's heart ached even more. Hadn't he already humbled himself enough?
What kind of love potion had that little bastard Jiang Che fed An'an to make her so infatuated?
The most baffling part... An'an already knew about Jiang Che's relationship with Sisi, yet she still defended him like this?
Jiang Che picked his ear lazily. "Hey, old fossil, find time to talk to Wanwan for me. That girl's got the wrong impression of me—put in a good word..."
Jiang Che specialized in psychological warfare!
Xiao Chuan: "..."
Bullshit!
This motherfcker kept pushing his luck! He'd already compromised repeatedly, and now this bastard wanted him to help chase Wanwan too?
Was there no justice left in this world???
"Well... Young Master Jiang, matters of the heart depend on fate. You can't force love..."
"Forced love might not be sweet, but it sure quenches thirst!"
"..."
Beep beep beep—
Xiao Chuan hung up abruptly. One more minute of this and he'd risk a heart attack!
"So? Brother Xiao? What did Young Master Jiang say?"
Since Xiao Chuan wore headphones, Piao Deshuang couldn't hear Jiang Che's words. But judging by Xiao Chuan's facial expressions... the young master had clearly pissed him off royally.
"Deal's done. Jiang Che agreed to my terms. I can purchase elixirs from him now—after all, no matter what, I'm still his father-in-law! Father-in-law! Father-in-law!"
He had to say it thrice for emphasis. With all three daughters likely to be stolen by this scoundrel... wasn't he essentially the trifurcated father-in-law?
"Damn... Boss Xiao, you've struck gold!!!" Piao Deshuang trembled.
A smooth operator, he seamlessly upgraded "Brother Xiao" to "Boss Xiao."
Xiao Chuan glanced at Piao Deshuang, secretly relishing the thought. Once he built his elixir empire, who in Dragon Country's cultivation world would dare look down on him?
......
"Brother Jiang Che... were you serious earlier? About pursuing Wanwan-jie?"
Xiao An'an curled up in Jiang Che's arms like a soft, lightweight cotton ball—barely 1.5 meters tall and maybe 35 kilograms soaking wet.
"What's wrong? Jealous?"
Jiang Che gently pinched her tiny nose. Compared to her sisters, Xiao An'an was absurdly easy to woo—a few plates of fried rice had done the trick.
"Not jealous. You already have so many women anyway. You've... had Sisi-jie. I always knew you'd go after Wanwan-jie too."
She tilted her head, blooming into a radiant smile.
"Such a clever girl?"
"Oh! Brother Jiang Che, about what you said earlier... tonight... I-I might not be ready yet... No wait, I am ready!"
The girl sat up straight and patted her round little belly, signaling she'd eaten her fill and was energized!
Her adorable antics made Jiang Che chuckle.
"What nonsense are you imagining? I told you I won't 'eat' you yet. I don't want to mix other... elements into our relationship for now."
His words made Xiao An'an's eyes sparkle, elevating Jiang Che's status in her heart yet again.
"Heh..."
Jiang Che stroked her hair absently, his mind drifting to the supremely tsundere figure of Xiao Wanwan.
That girl's "bratty imp" bloodline ran purer than even Yu Wan'er's. But when it came to taming bratty imps... Jiang Che had plenty of experience.
......
"Hah~ Gotta admit, the Human Emperor Scripture outperforms the Scripture of Universal Truth by leagues!"
Lin Fan marveled inwardly.
Doubt the Human Emperor Scripture, understand it, then cultivate it.
Thanks to this scripture, his power had reached the Skyrending Stage. He could now cast grand spells and even fly on swords—covering thousands of miles daily was child's play.
But he couldn't neglect the Preaching System either.
So Lin Fan devised a perfect solution: silently reciting the Human Emperor Scripture for cultivation while simultaneously lecturing foreigners on the Scripture of Universal Truth.
Double the gains, double the rewards!
[Ding! Host successfully preached to 10 million, guiding 1 million into Qi Refining Stage. Obtained 100,000 Preaching Points...]
Hearing the system's notification, Lin Fan smirked.
His reputation overseas had grown monstrous—his combined follower count across platforms exceeded 1 billion.
"Oh my God! I actually conjured a fireball!"
"This is unbelievable! Is this the mystical power of the East?"
"Yes! This is our Great Han Nation's cultural heritage!"
"I feel unstoppable! I heard the origin of the spiritual revival is Dragon Country. Their spiritual energy is so dense—why won't they open borders and share it?"
"Rumor says Dragon Country created Spirit Gathering Arrays. We're getting less than 10% of their spiritual energy!"
"Outrageous! Spiritual energy belongs to all—it shouldn't be hoarded!"
Nearly every nation outside Dragon Country now had practitioners of the Scripture of Universal Truth. Some even hailed Lin Fan as the reincarnation of Jesus or God descended to earth.
Countless had formed organizations worshipping Lin Fan—the Church of Universal Truth.
"Pathetic! A mere million reaching Qi Refining after half a month?"
Lin Fan fumed. In cultivation, Dragon Country's people seemed inherently advantaged. With their dense spiritual energy, their progress outpaced foreigners by dozens of times.
Had he preached in Dragon Country, his Preaching Points would've multiplied tenfold.
And these idiots actually wanted to invade Dragon Country?
Dragon Country's cultivation society had stabilized. With its entire population practicing the Human Emperor Scripture, their advancement speed led other nations by decades.
Even if foreign lands birthed once-in-a-millennium geniuses progressing hundreds of times faster—so what?
Dragon Country's 1.4 billion population guaranteed prodigies of their own.
The gap would only widen. By the time Dragon Country had immortals soaring through skies, these outsiders would still be fumbling with fireballs...
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
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?!
