"It's over, it's over... my life is finished!"
Chu Yuan's 18 clones scattered across different locations in the Dragon Country, along with his main body, were all terrified out of their wits.
"I... I'll go explain to the others first. This is a mirrored space created by the heavenly tribulation. The lightning won’t harm us... it only targets Jiang Che!"
Mo Lianxing stepped forward, her voice slightly hoarse.
The atmosphere in the entire space was heavy, the girls silent, none daring to speak.
Even though the heavenly tribulation wouldn’t harm them, they were still filled with overwhelming fear and worry.
At that moment, Jiang Yunhuang flew over.
"What’s going on? Why is Che’er’s tribulation so terrifying?"
Beside him, Jiang Chusheng panicked.
"What level of tribulation is this? Even the imperial heirs of the Jiang family didn’t face anything this horrifying when they transcended to the Divine Realm!"
Having witnessed countless geniuses undergo tribulation—including those with sacred physiques and even super-talents who comprehended the martial imprints of emperors—he had never seen a tribulation as terrifying as Jiang Che’s.
"This kind of tribulation... it’s impossible for someone at the half-step Divine Realm to survive! He’s doomed!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chusheng immediately tried contacting the Nine Heavens Jiang family.
He strongly suspected that the Jiang family elders had deceived him—Jiang Che’s physique couldn’t possibly be just a sacred one!
The Jiang family was no stranger to sacred physiques, and Jiang Hong, the patriarch, wouldn’t have taken Jiang Che under his wing and passed down techniques if he were merely a sacred physique.
But if his suspicions were true... this was disastrous!!!
If Jiang Che perished in this tribulation, it could sever the Jiang family’s fortune for the next hundred thousand years!
...
The younger brother, Jiang Ruoxu, had long since collapsed onto the ground, staring blankly at the terrifying tribulation in the sky.
The live chat was exploding with messages, but Jiang Ruoxu had no mind to read them now.
Under such a tribulation, Jiang Che had no chance of survival!
Though he usually wished Jiang Che would get hit by a truck, they were still family—he didn’t actually want to see him die.
"System! System, do you have a way? I’ll give up all my millions of show-off points—just save my brother’s life!"
But clearly, his system chose to play dead at this critical moment.
"Stupid system! Go to hell!"
Furious at the system’s silence, the younger brother cursed loudly.
...
"Jiang Che..."
In the crowd, Yu Wan'er stared blankly at the endless lightning surging across the sky.
The endless black mist had long since swallowed Jiang Che’s figure. Though she didn’t understand heavenly tribulations, in the face of such a terrifying calamity... could Jiang Che really survive?
Yu Wan'er didn’t speak. She slowly crouched down, hugging her knees, curling into a small ball, her mind completely blank.
"Wan'er, Jiang Che will be fine."
Bai Qiangwei knelt beside her, pulling Yu Wan'er’s petite frame into her arms.
Even Xiao Wanwan remained silent, biting her thin lips hard.
[That bastard pervert is about to die... I should be happy, so why... can’t I feel any joy?]
She glanced at her sisters—Xiao Sisi on the verge of tears, her elder sister’s heart already stolen by Jiang Che, and her younger sister Xiao An'an... already sobbing quietly. Though, to be fair, 5% of those tears were for Jiang Che, and the remaining 95% were for his cooking.
"Shen Yu, don’t let grief harm the baby. Jiang Che is strong—he’ll definitely pull through."
Qin Qiaoqiao, though on the verge of breaking down herself, held back her tears and tried to comfort Shen Yu.
As for Shen Yu, she didn’t seem overly sorrowful, just resting a hand on her slightly swollen belly.
Four months pregnant, she already carried a faint maternal aura.
Jiang Che... was going to die?
The father of her child... was going to die?
Shen Yu’s usually tranquil heart suddenly trembled. For a fleeting moment, she felt something she had never experienced before—panic!
Born emotionally numb, she hadn’t even felt fear when her parents died in a car crash right before her eyes—only confusion and helplessness.
But just now, for the first time, she had felt genuine fear. It lasted only an instant... but it was undeniably real.
"Am I... worried about Jiang Che?" Shen Yu frowned, both hands caressing her belly, as if only the baby could give her a sense of security.
Suddenly, the same helplessness she felt when her parents died washed over her again.
......
"A... ACHOO!"
Inside the tribulation clouds, Jiang Che suddenly sneezed.
This heavenly tribulation was just special effects he conjured up—all to farm show-off points!
And it was working brilliantly—his points were skyrocketing.
No wonder protagonists in fantasy novels loved to undergo tribulations in crowded places—it was the perfect stage for showing off!
As for why he threw Mo Lianxing out?
He had no choice!
If he kept that sharp-eyed girl by his side, she’d see through the act in seconds. She already knew too much—he couldn’t let her uncover more.
If she found out his "master" and everything else were fake, how could the mighty Young Master Jiang maintain his prestige?
"This Divine Realm tribulation is so boring—I didn’t even condense a martial imprint. Guess I’ll have to buy one."
Jiang Che sighed.
Without the boost of a sacred or immortal physique, even if he survived the tribulation, he’d just be a trash-tier Divine Realm cultivator.
But thankfully, he had the system!
[Ordinary Martial Imprint: 100,000 points]
[King-Grade Martial Imprint: Condenses a king-tier martial imprint, includes one random law comprehension—300,000 points]
[Emperor-Grade Martial Imprint: Guaranteed to reach emperor realm if you don’t die, includes ten random law comprehensions—20 million points]
[Immortal Imprint: Guaranteed immortality if you don’t die, includes one complete Great Dao law—300 million points]
Jiang Che glanced at his points—280 million and change.
Not enough for the Immortal Imprint, but Jiang Che was a perfectionist.
If he didn’t have enough, he’d just earn more!
"Ah, life’s tough. Even the boss has to get his hands dirty sometimes."
He sighed, then slowly stood up.
How to earn more?
Simple—more show-off points!
Another 20 million shouldn’t be too hard.
...
Jiang Che took a single step forward.
Instantly, the dark tribulation clouds transformed. A storm of terrifying phenomena swept across half the Dragon Country.
Of course, it was all special effects—no real destructive power.
But everyone else believed it was a mirrored space created by the heavens.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, a lone figure stood with his back to the world.
"Jiang Che!!!"
"Che’er!"
"Brother?"
[Ding! Host successfully showed off in front of everyone, earning 1 million points.]
Sigh~ There are too few senior employees, and the new hires have just started. Boss Jiang Che has no choice but to step in personally.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
