Xiao Wanwan had surrendered.
Faced with Jiang Che’s mix of deception and coercion, she had no choice but to admit defeat.
Her sisters had already sided with Jiang Che, and even her so-called father had become his subordinate.
To make matters worse, Jiang Che had threatened her using her elder sister and younger sister.
What else could she do?
Fighting alone, she had thought of herself as a warrior defending her homeland—only to turn around and find everyone she was protecting had already surrendered to the enemy. Damn it!
"I... I’m telling you, don’t think this means I’ll submit to you!"
[You filthy little trash, you filthy little trash, wuuu~~~ I’m tainted now! Sister, I’ve betrayed you!]
The tsundere Xiao Wanwan’s inner monologue was quite dramatic.
"What kind of porridge do you want? I’ll make it for you."
Jiang Che stood by the bed, lazily buttoning up his shirt, exuding an air of effortless charm.
[Ugh! As if I’d ever drink your porridge! Plain rice porridge... gross!!!]
"I want oatmeal and purple sweet potato porridge, with extra rock sugar."
Despite her deep resentment toward Jiang Che, her mouth betrayed her—she was genuinely starving.
Jiang Che pressed his lips together, saying nothing as he headed straight for the kitchen.
Not long after he left, two sneaky figures slipped into the room.
It was none other than Xiao Sisi and Xiao An'an.
"Wanwan..."
Xiao Sisi felt too ashamed to face her sister—after all, she had been the one to orchestrate dragging her into Jiang Che’s schemes.
"Sister—" Xiao Wanwan buried herself in Xiao Sisi’s embrace.
Strangely, she now felt an odd sense of relief.
It was as if a barrier between them had vanished.
Ever since her sisters had become Jiang Che’s people, an invisible wall had formed between them. The sisters who once shared everything now kept secrets from each other.
But now, since she had fallen too, they were back to being inseparable.
Her mind involuntarily replayed Jiang Che’s words from last night:
"Wanwan, do you want to see another side of your sister?"
"Wanwan-jie, are you okay?" Xiao An'an poked her sister’s arm, noticing the bruises beneath her clothes.
"I’m fine! Of course I’m fine! Jiang Che is just a pathetic little trash—you think I’m scared of him? Ridiculous!"
Xiao Wanwan crossed her arms, putting on a haughty front.
"Eh? Wanwan, your cultivation level has risen too! What the—you’re already at the Soul-Forging stage? That fast?!"
Xiao Sisi gasped in shock.
Only then did Xiao Wanwan realize her cultivation had skyrocketed from the late Foundation Establishment stage to the late Soul-Forging stage—just one step away from the Heavenly Origin realm.
"Looks like Jiang Che-gege put in the work. His dual cultivation technique has always been terrifying!"
"Hey hey hey, sister, don’t credit everything to Jiang Che! I worked hard for this myself!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Wanwan-jie."
...
"Ah... refreshing!"
Jiang Che stepped out of the Dragon Palace, feeling utterly satisfied.
He had completely conquered the Xiao triplets—this feeling was unbeatable.
It was like collecting fragments of the Dark Magician in Yu-Gi-Oh!—the sense of achievement after completing the set was overwhelming.
"Oh right, last night, Lin Mu’s system asked me something, didn’t it?"
Jiang Che stroked his chin.
At the time, he had been too busy battling his "enemy" to pay attention, so he just threw out a random number and told it to scram.
Then he heard Lin Mu’s system exploding with millions of "Troll Points."
A whole night’s worth had racked up over ten million.
He must have trolled Lin Mu hard.
Jiang Che then used his own system to try contacting Lin Mu’s system.
Since Lin Mu’s Tree God Evolution System wasn’t a subsidiary of his, he couldn’t directly control or communicate with it at will.
But Jiang Che’s system was all-powerful—it quickly established a connection.
However, Lin Mu’s system was acting strangely aloof. Normally, it would grovel at the sight of Jiang Che, but now, even when called, it didn’t respond.
[Keh keh keh, who dares summon me? Could it be an ancient evil god?]
[No! Not an evil god—what insignificant ant dares disturb my divine consciousness?!]
Jiang Che: "......"
He hadn’t seen this system in days—how had it turned so delusional?
Without hesitation, he remotely slapped it with a resounding smack.
PA!
Even though systems were intangible, Jiang Che had never failed to smack someone he wanted to smack.
Hell, he could even "smack" Mo Lianxing, a literal ghost—let alone some measly system.
[WHO DARES?! ROAR!!!]
The mutated system, freshly slapped, flew into a rage.
But all it got in response was another series of PA! PA! PA!
[YOU—!!!]
After being thoroughly beaten, the poor system’s previously crazed eyes seemed to clear up a little.
But it was still stuck in impotent fury.
"Huh... weird. What’s wrong with this system?"
Jiang Che frowned.
"System, scan it!"
[Ding! Scan complete!]
[Affected by Corrupted Program Gene Pollution (Innate-Level System): As the name suggests, this is a pitiful system whose programming has been tainted by an eldritch corruption. Host may spend 100,000 points to cleanse the corruption.]
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes.
A system corrupted by an eldritch entity? And an innate-level system at that?
He had long since uncovered some classified intel about the Nine Heavens.
The Nine Heavens had categorized systems into tiers:
Artificial Systems, Innate-Level Systems, and Heavenly Dao-Level Systems.
Artificial Systems were the weakest—usually just toys made by bored experts to help random underdogs rise through the ranks. But they maxed out at the Nirvana or Creation stage.
Innate-Level Systems were born from the will of the world itself. Their functions were often simple, but their authority was high, and their rewards were priceless.
As for Heavenly Dao-Level Systems—they were birthed by the Heavenly Dao itself, possessing supreme authority.
Jiang Che wasn’t sure what tier his own system was, but it had to be at least Heavenly Dao-level.
After all, the "Divine Special Effects Artist" skill could fool even the Heavenly Dao’s scrutiny.
So it definitely wasn’t below that.
As for the "eldritch corruption"?
What cultivation world didn’t have its share of villains?
Eldritch horrors? Otherworldly invaders? That was just par for the course.
"Spend the points. Cleanse this thing and let’s see what’s really going on."
[Ding! Host has spent 100,000 points. Successfully cleansed the eldritch corruption from the innate-level system "Tree God System."]
Meanwhile, the system was still ranting.
[ROAR! The great evil god shall feast upon your flesh—]
But in the next second, the little system buddy snapped back to reality.
[System: ......]

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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...

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.”