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...
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?
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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...
