The Jiang Family.
During dinner, Jiang Che grilled another "shrimp soldier"—which was actually a four-meter-long Australian lobster.
Despite its massive size, the lobster's meat was incredibly firm and succulent.
Truth be told, Jiang Che hadn’t planned on cooking again that evening. After all, handling such a huge lobster was far more exhausting than cultivation.
But they were expecting guests!
That’s right—how could Yu Wan'er’s little schemes escape his notice?
Spoiling this little gremlin girl had clearly paid off. When it mattered, she delivered the perfect assist!
To be fair, Yu Wan'er had already been thoroughly tamed by Jiang Che. Her so-called "anger" was really just her way of acting spoiled and jealous.
When it came to the big picture, she knew how to behave.
Otherwise, why would Jiang Che dote on her so much?
If a gremlin girl only knew how to throw tantrums and act bratty, no matter how cute or pretty she was, Jiang Che wouldn’t indulge her like this.
After all, even the most beautiful girl would become tiresome if she constantly picked fights.
Yu Wan'er was clever—she had a bit of a temper, but she knew exactly how to wield it. Still, Jiang Che had to admit... she had him wrapped around her finger.
Soon, the Xiao triplets arrived at the Jiang Family’s doorstep.
"Master, Master! Miss Sisi and the others are here..."
A cute maid with a mushroom-cut hairstyle hurried over to report.
"Mm, bring them in," Jiang Che replied, lounging in the courtyard with one leg crossed over the other, Dong'er nestled in his arms.
The entire front courtyard was set up for a massive party!
Ahem—definitely not that kind of party!
"Wow!!! That smells amazing!!! I can’t take it anymore!"
Before the words had even fully left her mouth, a petite figure dashed past Jiang Che and lunged straight for the dining table.
Xiao An'an completely ignored him, her eyes locked onto the feast as drool practically cascaded from her lips.
"How is there a lobster this big?! Is... is this even real?!"
Not that it mattered—she could just take a bite and find out!
Starving beyond reason, Xiao An'an grabbed a massive chunk of salt-crusted lobster meat and started devouring it without a shred of table manners.
Shortly after, Xiao Wanwan and Xiao Sisi followed inside.
Xiao Wanwan had been dragged in by Xiao Sisi!
"Big sis, I didn’t want to come..."
Dressed in a red-and-black gothic Lolita dress with twin tails, Xiao Wanwan looked like she’d stepped straight out of an anime.
"Wanwan! Keep it down..." Xiao Sisi shot her younger sister a glare.
Xiao Wanwan pouted but obediently shut her mouth.
"Jiang Che-gege, I..."
Xiao Sisi had known Jiang Che was surrounded by beautiful girls, but actually stepping into the Jiang Family estate made her realize—it wasn’t just "many."
Counting the maids, they could probably form a reinforced platoon!
With so many rivals, and every single one of them at least as pretty as her...
Xiao Sisi stole a glance at girls like Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao—each one so stunning she couldn’t help but feel inferior.
And then there were the adorable little sprites like Dong'er and Yu Wan'er. The pressure was overwhelming!!!
Worse yet, all their eyes were now fixed on her!
No way.
She couldn’t handle this alone—she had to bring her sisters along!
Just An'an wouldn’t be enough. She needed Wanwan too!
"Ahem, h-hello, everyone! I’m Xiao Sisi, and this is my younger sister, Xiao Wanwan..."
She nudged Xiao Wanwan beside her.
Xiao Wanwan’s face twisted with reluctance.
All these beautiful girls... tainted by this despicable scoundrel!!!
Jiang Che was truly a beast! He deserved to die!
"Gasp—it’s Wanwan! I’m your biggest fan!" Qin Qiaoqiao squealed, rushing over to Xiao Wanwan with stars practically sparkling in her eyes.
She looked every bit the adoring, brainless fangirl!
Though Qin Qiaoqiao had been a casual fan of Xiao Wanwan before, she wasn’t this obsessive.
But the moment Xiao Wanwan realized Qin Qiaoqiao was a fan, her idol persona instantly activated, and she flashed a practiced, professional smile.
Despite being a gremlin in private, Xiao Wanwan was still a national celebrity—at least on the surface, she knew how to maintain her image.
Meanwhile, Qin Qiaoqiao subtly flashed Jiang Che a victory sign behind her back.
Easy win!
"An'an, stop eating—get over here!"
Xiao Sisi forcibly yanked Xiao An'an away from her feast.
Xiao An'an was still clutching a piece of lobster meat, her face the picture of bliss.
"Mmmph, let me finish this bite!"
Xiao Sisi pulled her two sisters to her sides, positioning herself in the middle.
Triplets!!!
Three nearly identical adorable faces, all dressed in matching gothic Lolita outfits. The sheer impact wasn’t just lethal to men—even the girls around Jiang Che fell silent.
Especially Yu Wan'er. Her breath hitched.
She felt like she had brought upon herself a formidable rival—wasn’t this just asking for trouble?
The destructive power of triplets... was truly something else!
Jiang Che nodded in satisfaction, his gaze shifting to Xiao Wanwan.
Xiao Sisi had already been "devoured" by him, and as for Xiao An'an... since she’d eaten his lobster today, he’d treat her to something else tonight.
That left only Xiao Wanwan, the little brat.
Xiao Wanwan naturally noticed Jiang Che’s stare, and her mood instantly soured even more.
[What are you looking at? Disgusting gaze!]
[Ugh, this despicable loser is probably fantasizing about us three sisters in his head... I’ll never let you have your way!]
Jiang Che: “???”
Seriously? I can’t even look at you now?
What about your obsessive fanboys... who knows what gross things they do with your photos all day?
“Wanwan, do you like the song I wrote for you?” Jiang Che took the initiative to speak.
Xiao Wanwan froze. His words instantly deflated her defiance.
One couldn’t bite the hand that fed them.
Invisible Wings had skyrocketed her fame, and no matter how much she cursed Jiang Che in her heart, she could only force a smile.
“J-Jiang Che, the song you wrote for me... I... I really like it!”
“Hmm? Still calling me ‘Jiang Che’? Shouldn’t you change how you address me?” He raised an eyebrow deliberately.
Xiao Wanwan’s eyes widened. If not “Jiang Che,” then what?
Was she supposed to call him something embarrassing? Big bro? Master? Or even... Daddy?
So revolting! Just the thought made her skin crawl.
Jiang Che: “...”
This little brat was truly a headache—her inner monologue was way too dramatic.
“Sisi and I are already intimate, so you should call me brother-in-law. But—”
His gaze drifted to Xiao An'an, who was busy stuffing her face.
“An'an seems quite fond of me too. Soon enough, you might have to call me brother-in-law again... Tsk, this naming situation is getting complicated.”
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
