At the entrance of the Jiang residence.
["Young Master Jiang, please accept this humble one's bow!"]
The moment Lin Mu saw Jiang Che step outside, he immediately began fawning.
"Almost forgot about you."
Jiang Che glanced at Lin Mu, who still looked like a withered tree. If he had been reborn in a tropical rainforest, he might have been able to evolve through devouring. But under Jiang Che's watch... he’d probably remain a dead tree until the end!
Lin Mu clearly had the soul of a man. Having a man loitering at his doorstep?
Jiang Che found it downright unsettling!
Even though the estate was protected by a barrier formation, preventing Lin Mu from entering, and even though this plant-man no longer had the "tools" to cause trouble, Jiang Che still couldn’t stand the sight of him.
If Lin Mu had been a woman blessed with fortune... Jiang Che might have followed the example of the ancient calligrapher Wang Xizhi!
What? You ask how?
Ever heard of "leaving a lasting impression"?
"Lin Mu, right? Mind if I relocate you?"
["Huh? Relocate? To... to where?"]
Before Lin Mu could process the question, Jiang Che casually flicked his finger like a sword, slicing Lin Mu clean in half at the trunk!
["AHHH!!! My spine! My legs! My roots... Why kill me when I’ve been so submissive? I’ve done nothing to you... I was just standing at your door..."]
Lin Mu wailed miserably.
But the next second, his cries stopped.
Jiang Che had transplanted him into his storage space, where he had spent over a thousand points to purchase a small plot of mid-grade spirit soil.
A mere Son of Fortune like Lin Mu only deserved mid-grade spirit soil.
The moment his roots touched the soil, Lin Mu froze in shock.
["This... this is..."]
["Host, this is spirit soil. Young Master Jiang has transplanted you into spirit soil."]
With the system’s prompt, Lin Mu instantly erupted in excitement.
["I can feel it... so much spiritual energy... IT’S AMAZING!!!"]
Even in his euphoria, Lin Mu didn’t forget to thank Jiang Che.
["Young Master Jiang, I wronged you! From now on, you’re my savior, my second parent!"]
Jiang Che, however, couldn’t be bothered.
What he valued was Lin Mu’s ability!
A "Tree God Evolution System"—such Sons of Fortune were rare, and this one was especially easy to control.
...
Jiang Che took Lin Mu to the Jiang family’s forbidden grounds.
They entered the Cultivator Academy.
Finding an empty spot near the entrance, Jiang Che moved the spirit soil—and Lin Mu—out of his storage.
["My liege, where is this?"] Lin Mu asked, confused.
"You don’t need to know. Just focus on evolving here. When you’ve absorbed all the spiritual energy in the soil, come find me for more."
["Th-thank you, my liege, for sparing my life!"]
Honestly, Jiang Che felt like he was playing a sandbox nurturing game.
["Young Master Jiang..."]
Unlike the ungrateful whelps he’d encountered before, high-tier Sons of Fortune like Lin Mu were different.
Tears welled up in Lin Mu’s eyes, as if he were on the verge of crying. Since transmigrating to this world... aside from his idiot system, Jiang Che was the only one who had spoken to him.
[Ding! Host successfully absorbed a wisp of mid-grade spirit soil energy. +100 Evolution Points.]
[Ding! Host successfully absorbed a trace of ambient spiritual energy. +1 Evolution Point...]
He was genuinely moved!
Before, his absorption rate had been around 0.1. Now, it had multiplied hundreds of times!
Even without spirit soil, his evolution speed was dozens of times faster than before.
......
Ji Family Spiritual Herb Cultivation Headquarters.
The former Ji Corporation had undergone a complete transformation, leasing tens of thousands of acres of land to cultivate spiritual herbs for pill refining.
"Jiang Che, Xiao Chen is dead!"
In the office, Ji Ningxue couldn’t suppress her grin, her legs crossed on the sofa, her alluring figure sparking wild imaginations.
This beautiful CEO... was thoroughly ripe!
"I already knew. Ningxue-jie... your little deadbeat husband is gone. Why so happy?"
Jiang Che took a sip of tea, not missing the chance to tease her.
"Hah... How could I not be happy? That bastard actually hooked up with my mom? Who does he think he is?"
The thought of Xiao Chen living with her mother every day filled her with disgust.
Jiang Che stayed silent.
What he really wanted to say was: Ningxue-jie, maybe it wasn’t him seducing your mom, but your mom refusing to let go of him. To drain a Son of Fortune dry... your mother-in-law is something else.
"By the way, Ningxue-jie... when did your father pass away?"
Jiang Che deliberately brought it up.
Ji Ningxue frowned but didn’t dwell on it. "Oh... I never met my dad. He died less than three months after marrying my mom. I was born posthumously..."
Jiang Che’s lips twitched violently.
Cough... Well, that explains it!
Someone poisoned the well—no, wait... more like mother-in-law is just built different.
Even the legendary fox spirits who drained men’s vitality probably couldn’t compare.
"Jiang Che... I’ve never even seen what my dad looked like." Ji Ningxue suddenly sounded a little melancholic.
"So... so can you give me a baby? I want a complete family too!"
Her words nearly made Jiang Che lose his composure.
Ningxue-jie, your train of thought is... a bit too unconventional, no?
He wasn’t opposed to children, but Shen Yu was already pregnant. He didn’t want to end up with a horde of kids in the future...
He was an immortal, after all!
Right now, he could maintain his youthful appearance, but what about when his children grew up?
Would he still keep his boyish face? He’d have to change his appearance to that of a young man.
But Jiang Che refused to go beyond that—no middle-aged or old-man looks for him. He’d rather die.
"Oh? Ningxue-jie, why the sudden baby fever? Feeling unloved? Guess I’ll have to pamper you more!"
Ji Ningxue rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible..."
......
By midday.
Jiang Che and Ji Ningxue toured the spiritual herb fields.
Vast stretches of land, seemingly endless, all low-grade spirit soil—at least ten thousand acres!
Every inch was covered in spiritual herbs, tended not by humans but by robots.
Planting, harvesting, refining in alchemy furnaces, and finally producing pills...
The entire process was fully automated, requiring no human intervention.
"Xiao Che, this entire area is low-grade herb fields—15,000 acres, producing 36 furnaces of pills per month..."
Listening to Ji Ningxue’s report, Jiang Che nodded slightly.
Thirty-six furnaces, each yielding roughly three million pills. That meant a billion low-grade pills per month!
And this was just one field. Jiang Che had at least ten more just like it.
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.”
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!
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!
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?!
