The Mortal Realm.
Within the Dragon Palace.
Jiang Che set up a large pot, skinned and deboned Chi Fen’s corpse, then tossed it inside. Alongside various rare spiritual herbs and precious ingredients, he brewed a pot of snake stew. As for the snake’s gallbladder, he refined it directly.
The gallbladder of the Crimson Flame Gold-Devouring Serpent clan carried an extreme yang attribute, and as it belonged to a cultivator at the Divine Passage realm, its potency was overwhelming—even Jiang Che struggled to handle it. It took an entire day of dual cultivation with Yu Wan'er to fully refine the gallbladder’s energy.
The aftereffects were a bit too intense.
Though for Yu Wan'er, it was probably downright miserable.
Despite her delicate and tender appearance, after becoming an immortal cultivator, her resilience had grown considerably. While she still wore size 38 shoes, their quality had upgraded from straw sandals to durable rubber boots.
"Jiang... Jiang Che, you’re such a pervert! With so many girls at home already, you still have your eyes on the maidens of the Nine Heavens..."
In Jiang Che’s arms, Yu Wan'er pouted, muttering under her breath. She’d heard rumors—Jiang Che had taken an interest in some dragon girl and mermaid from the Nine Heavens, which instantly cranked her anxiety to the max.
"What’s wrong? Is the little vinegar jar tipping over again?" Jiang Che chuckled.
"Tch, you jerk. With so many beautiful fairies in the Nine Heavens... given your ‘love at first sight’ habit, you’ll probably end up marrying hundreds of them, won’t you?"
Her voice was soft, but the jealousy was unmistakable.
"Hundreds? Do you really think I’m some kind of stallion? Even a stallion couldn’t handle hundreds!" Jiang Che’s lips twitched.
Appreciating beauty was human nature, and yes, he did have some... thoughts about the fairies of different races in the Nine Heavens. But hundreds? Hell no!
"You disgusting pervert! I should’ve just castrated you the first time you bullied me!" Yu Wan'er burrowed under the blankets, baring her teeth, her eyes slightly red.
Despite her fierce words, her arms trembled faintly.
Facing unknown rivals from the Nine Heavens... she was terrified.
With mermaids, dragon girls, and snake spirits popping up, who knew if Jiang Che would lose interest? What if he forgot all about the girls from Earth?
"Tsk... you really wanna castrate me? Have you no regard for your own future happiness?"
"Besides... you think Bai Jie wouldn’t fight you to the death over that?"
For a split second, Jiang Che felt like she might actually try it. But with the protection of his ‘Harem King’ title and Yu Wan'er’s chick-like strength, it was impossible.
"Hmph! You pig!" The girl turned her face away, sulking—but soon, as if realizing her mistake, she rolled back and wrapped her arms around Jiang Che’s waist.
She... no longer had the confidence to act spoiled in front of him.
Jiang Che: "..."
Sigh... even Yu Wan'er, the little tsundere, was getting insecure. His other women must be even worse.
But Jiang Che could swear to the heavens—he hadn’t neglected any of them. Each got at least one night a week, plus occasional outings.
Though, with so many women... one-on-one time had dwindled.
"Whatever... Mom always said, ‘Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog.’ I guess I married a damn corgi!"
Yu Wan'er mumbled, but a glimmer of tears shone in her eyes.
Wait... why are you crying now?
Jiang Che’s head throbbed. He’d rather she cursed at him—he couldn’t stand seeing girls cry.
"You... are you trying to force a playboy like me to reform?"
"Pfft, as if I’d dare! You’re the mighty Chaos Immortal Body, and I’m just some weak little girl." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Jiang Che wanted to hang her up and spank her, but how could he bear to now?
Once, he’d prided himself as a playboy—flitting through flowers, leaving his mark on every petal—but never falling in love. With girls like Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao, it was more like fondness than love.
A player like him didn’t deserve love.
But with Yu Wan'er... he wasn’t so sure.
Was his old captain’s ship about to capsize? Was he... falling in love?
But giving up all the fairies of the Nine Heavens for Yu Wan'er? That wasn’t the Jiang Che way.
Wise men avoid love; Brother Jiang stays winning!
He’d already seen pictures of the Dragon Princess—absolutely peerless! And the Mermaid Queen? Damn, those assets were blinding! Ahem...
"Wan'er, let’s negotiate, okay?"
Jiang Che pulled her into his arms. She squirmed briefly before settling, nestling against him.
"Negotiate what?"
"Even if I... might pursue some fairies in the Nine Heavens later, I promise it won’t be many. At most... thirty. Deal?"
Yu Wan'er: "..."
"Ha! Then go live with your thirty fairies. Don’t come looking for me or Mengyao-jie anymore..."
"Twenty then! That’s my final offer! The legends of Brother Jiang have already reached the Nine Heavens! When I get there—"
"Ten! Not a single one more!" Yu Wan'er actually countered.
"Ten?! I’ve already got my eyes on more than that! Eighteen!"
"Twelve!"
"Sixteen!"
"Fourteen!"
"Fifteen!"
"Deal!"
After their masterful haggling, Yu Wan'er reluctantly indulged his philandering.
"Tsk tsk, only fifteen girls in the Nine Heavens? Better make sure they’re all top-tier beauties from the rankings..."
Yu Wan'er sighed, pitying the fairies on the list.
Once Jiang Che set his sights on them, their fates were sealed.
Jiang Che smirked, dropping the subject.
He wasn’t some henpecked husband—that whole debate was just banter.
Yu Wan'er had only mentioned "fairies of the Nine Heavens." Those who descended to the mortal realm? Well, they wouldn’t count, right?
"Jiang Che, get away from me. I’m going to sleep!"
"Wan'er, you know... after refining that gallbladder, I’ve got serpent venom in me. I can’t expel it alone..."
"Pfft. I’ve heard of sucking out venom, but never ‘expelling’ it like this. Shameless."
"Wan'er... you wouldn’t want your husband to die of poisoning, would you?"
"..."
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?!
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!
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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
