"Hehe, darling, I was just joking with you—don’t be mad!"
Jiang Che sighed helplessly. This little troublemaker still needed coaxing, or else where would the fun be?
The sensations of a soul and a physical body were worlds apart!
During soul communion, it felt as if all barriers had vanished, achieving true unity—a harmony where you became part of me, and I became part of you.
To put it in scientific terms: physical contact between humans requires touch receptors, sensory signals, synaptic connections... an incredibly tedious process.
But soul communion was different. No obstacles, no middlemen—just an instant, profound imprint etched into the deepest layers of the soul.
Of course, the real highlight was Mo Lianxing’s shapeshifting ability. Now that was truly imperial-tier treatment.
"Three top-grade spirit stones to unlock a new skin—the Southern Abyss Mermaid. I’ve been to the Southern Abyss and seen the real pure-blooded mermaid princess. Way prettier than these knockoffs, plus it’s got that exotic flair!"
Jiang Che’s lips curled into a grin.
"Deal!"
Exotic charm? Swing for the fences!
Sure, Mo Lianxing was rebellious to the core, but her skills were unmatched.
Having Mo Lianxing was like having a harem of three thousand beauties—each from a different race.
......
Though this was the ancient kingdom of Atlantis, its glory had long faded.
Creatures like these mermaids were just remnants of a bygone era, the once-mighty deep-sea empire now a shadow of its former self.
Yet, even in ruins, the remnants of architecture hinted at Atlantis’s past splendor.
"Husband, I suspect this so-called Atlantis was once a remnant of the Nine Heavens. These sea-dwellers relied on spiritual energy to survive. When the energy vanished, so did their civilization..."
As they conversed, a massive crab and lobster spotted them in the distance.
These two crustacean guards had clearly undergone multiple evolutions. The crab was over three meters wide, its monstrous pincers crackling with arcs of electricity. The lobster wasn’t small either—a full four meters long.
"Hey! Who are you? How’d you get in here?"
The crab spoke!
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Not only had this crab developed intelligence, but it could also speak human language?
But more than its speech, Jiang Che was fixated on its size.
A king crab and lobster that big? Cooked up, they’d be insanely delicious!
Let’s not forget—he was a god-tier chef!
"You deaf? My boss asked you a question!" The lobster swam closer, snapping its claws menacingly.
Jiang Che sensed Soul-Forging-level energy fluctuations.
So, these were two Soul-Forging sea monsters.
Perfect. Time to treat his ladies to a feast. Shen Yu was pregnant, after all... she could use the nourishment.
What? Pregnant women can’t eat crab?
Please. Shen Yu had been pampered all the way to the Grandmaster realm. If a Grandmaster miscarried from eating crab, it’d be the biggest joke in history.
"Human! You’re human! How did you get here?" The crab guard recoiled in shock.
This was the Dragon Palace, a ruin buried ten thousand meters beneath the sea. How had a human breached its depths?
Jiang Che found their chatter grating. With a flick of his wrist, a golden rope lashed out, binding the crab and lobster tightly—just like trussing up a pair of dinner ingredients.
"You—what are you doing? I’m one of the Dragon Palace’s seventy-two crab generals! You dare—"
Jiang Che didn’t let them finish. With a thought, he stuffed them into his system storage.
Seafood tasted best alive. Dead crab and lobster? No thanks.
...
Jiang Che strolled into the so-called Dragon Palace without a care, making zero effort to hide.
"Intruder! Intruder!"
In an instant, a swarm of... ahem, palace guards—various seafood creatures—surged forward.
"That clam spirit would’ve been a beauty if it fully transformed. Too bad... +1 ingredient."
"Damn, so many shrimp and crabs? Can’t possibly eat them all!"
"Whoa, even the abalone’s cultivated into a spirit! Definitely taking this one home!"
What should’ve been a tense battle for the Dragon Palace turned into a farce, with Jiang Che browsing like he was at a seafood market.
Meanwhile, deep inside the palace...
In a resplendent hall, a humanoid figure with dragon horns and deep-blue scales sat rigidly on a side throne, his slit-pupiled eyes radiating authority.
The entire row of main thrones stood empty, as if reserved for someone of greater importance.
"Qiu Lin, have you made your decision? A single drop of essence blood... and our Fateweavers’ Society might consider an alliance with your dragonkin."
Qiu Lin—the scaled figure—glared at the two black-robed men in the hall. Beside him stood several younger dragonkin with similar features.
"Essence blood? My dragon lineage may be thin, but I still have my pride—"
"Cut the crap! Do you even know who our deputy leader is?" The younger black-robed man, Chen Hao, snapped impatiently.
"Chen Hao! Enough!"
The two were none other than Deputy Leader Xu Rong and the infamous "Prank God" Chen Hao.
Qiu Lin’s temples throbbed. He was itching to kill someone.
These humans had the audacity to barge into the Dragon Palace and demand his essence blood?
What were they, bandits?
Xu Rong was sweating internally. The real reason he wanted Qiu Lin’s blood? His Super God Gene System had just leveled up!
If he could fuse with Qiu Lin’s diluted dragon genes, his power would skyrocket. With luck, he might even awaken dragon bloodline abilities or inherit draconic techniques.
In the Fateweavers’ Society, nearly everyone cultivated the "Human Emperor Scripture." But not him.
Thanks to his system, his genetic sequence was a mess. Biologically speaking, he might not even qualify as human anymore.
"Qiu Lin, you crossed over from the Nine Heavens. Surely you’ve heard of the Fateweavers’ Society?"
Xu Rong spoke with confidence.
The Society was a transcendent force even in the Nine Heavens!
"Fateweavers’ Society?"
"Exactly!"
"Never heard of it."
Xu Rong and Chen Hao: "..."
"Moron! How can you not know us? Your ignorance is astounding. Boss Xu, let’s just trash this place—make it a ‘Dragon Palace Raid’ special!"
Chen Hao, ever the instigator, lived up to his "Prank God" title.
Qiu Lin seethed.
Sure, he was just a lowly errand-runner in the Dragon Palace hierarchy—but he was still a half-step Divine Transformation expert!
To be disrespected like this?
When the spatial rift to the mortal realm was discovered, he’d fought tooth and nail among tens of thousands of dragonkin servants for this assignment.
His mission? Establish a foothold in the mortal world and prepare for the arrival of the Dragon Princess!
The mere thought of Her Highness the Dragon Maiden made his heart race uncontrollably. To charge ahead for her sake... was his greatest honor!
He had spent countless resources and manpower to build an underwater palace, all in the hopes that when the Dragon Maiden descended, she might spare him a single glance.
But now these fools dared to cause chaos in his palace?
Did they truly think Qiu Lin was someone to be trifled with?
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?!
