Yu Wan'er was filled with panic and insecurity. Aside from Jiang Che and her mother, she had no one else to rely on.
She couldn’t bear the thought of how heartbroken she would be if Jiang Che stopped doting on her.
"Wuwuwu... you stingy jerk, I admit I was wrong, okay?" Yu Wan'er pouted unhappily, hugging Huangdoufen (a cat) in her arms and using its fluffy fur to wipe her tears.
"Meow meow meow~~~" Huangdoufen flicked its tail, using it to dab at Yu Wan'er’s tears, looking utterly silly and adorable.
"Wuwuwu... you dumb cat, you don’t even know how to compete for his affection..." Yu Wan'er’s tears fell like rain. The two catgirls at home, Huangdoufen and Su Mianmian, did nothing but eat and sleep all day, completely uninterested in vying for Jiang Che’s attention.
They only sought him out during their mating season, which lasted just a day or two each month. But Jiang Che? He was in heat every single day!
"Stupid Jiang Che, I’m going to complain to Sister Yaoyao!"
With that, the little loli wiped her tears with her sleeve, patted her butt, and stood up. She’d rather endure a few beatings than be neglected like this by Jiang Che.
Ye Mengyao’s residence wasn’t particularly remote, but she had been in seclusion lately.
Knock knock knock~
"Sister Yaoyao, are you home?" Yu Wan'er called out as she rapped on the door.
But no one answered.
"Huh... did Sister Yaoyao go back to the Ye family?" Yu Wan'er muttered to herself.
Just as she was about to leave, the door slowly creaked open.
A figure emerged, and when Yu Wan'er saw who it was, her eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as if she could swallow an egg whole.
"You... you’re Sister Yaoyao?"
Her voice was thick with disbelief.
Ye Mengyao had changed drastically. The refined aura of a wealthy young lady had vanished, replaced by an ethereal, indifferent demeanor. Her eyes were like tranquil orchids in a secluded valley.
Her once glossy, jet-black hair had turned completely white, cascading down her back like snow. Dressed in white, she seemed untouchable—a figure of icy detachment.
"Wan'er, is something the matter?"
Ye Mengyao recognized her and spoke softly, but her tone was distant, devoid of the warmth they once shared. The two had been inseparable best friends, the kind who even slept in the same bed.
"Si-Sister Yaoyao... what happened to you?" Yu Wan'er took a step back. It felt like Ye Mengyao’s soul had been replaced—her Sister Yaoyao would never treat her so coldly.
"It’s nothing. I’ve just cultivated a new technique," Ye Mengyao replied with a faint smile, picking up a hairpin to tie up her snowy locks. The gesture only amplified her aloofness.
"Sister Yaoyao, your... your cultivation?"
Yu Wan'er’s eyes bulged. She couldn’t sense Ye Mengyao’s power at all!
She had been diligently dual-cultivating with Jiang Che every day, and her cultivation had recently broken through to the Shattering Heaven stage.
Ye Mengyao’s talent had always been average—just half a month ago, she had only just reached the Heavenly Origin realm. Yet in less than a month, she had surpassed Yu Wan'er?
"A change in technique led to some progress. Was there something you needed, Wan'er?" Ye Mengyao smiled faintly.
"Oh... oh, right! It’s about... about Jiang Che," Yu Wan'er mumbled, her eyes still scrutinizing Ye Mengyao.
Something was very wrong, but she couldn’t pinpoint what. Aside from her colder aura and white hair, everything else seemed the same.
"Jiang Che..." Ye Mengyao murmured thoughtfully.
Yu Wan'er decided to just blurt it all out. "Sister Yaoyao, we need to work harder! What if we lose his favor?"
Her face was frantic with worry, but Ye Mengyao’s next words froze her in place.
"Why compete for favor? ‘Ever since ancient times, love’s excess breeds only regret; the sweetest dreams are the first to fade.’"
"Loving someone who loves many is destined to end in tragedy. What’s the point of romance? It’s better to be free of it."
Ye Mengyao’s expression remained placid, as if stating an obvious truth.
"Sister Yaoyao, what are you saying?! You adored Jiang Che! Sure, he’s a flirt... but he’s never mistreated us!" Yu Wan'er’s alarm grew.
Demonic possession!
That had to be it. Her Sister Yaoyao had succumbed to inner demons—obsessed with Jiang Che’s love, she had grown resentful and lost control during her cultivation.
"Wan'er, you’re the one ensnared by obsession. Jiang Che walks the Path of Many Loves. You’re bright, Wan'er... join me in cultivating the Path of Forgotten Love instead."
"The Path of Forgotten Love begins with awakening to love, deepening it, reaching its peak... and then letting go. To forget love isn’t to become heartless, but to hold love in your heart without being shackled by it—unburdened by desire, unshaken by attachment..."
Yu Wan'er stumbled back in horror, her eyes blazing as she glared at the woman before her.
"You’re not Sister Yaoyao! Who are you?!"
"Sister Yaoyao would never say such things! Did you possess her?!" she shrieked.
Jiang Che had once told her about powerful cultivators reincarnating by seizing mortal bodies, erasing the original soul entirely.
"I’ll fight you! Give Sister Yaoyao back! Take this—hyaaa!"
Yu Wan'er lunged, clawing and kicking like a wildcat, but Ye Mengyao effortlessly subdued her with a single graceful motion.
"You monster! Give me back my Sister Yaoyao!"
"You’re done for! Sister Yaoyao is Jiang Che’s woman—I’ve already called him! Just wait... he’ll avenge her!!!"
Tears streamed down Yu Wan'er’s face. In her eyes, Ye Mengyao was gone forever.
"It’s not possession. It’s disillusionment," Ye Mengyao said softly. "Do you know why I secluded myself? To cultivate until I could stand proudly beside Jiang Che."
"But during this seclusion... I realized the truth of the Path of Forgotten Love. Jiang Che uses us as tools for his cultivation. If he walks the Path of Many Loves, why shouldn’t I walk the Path of Forgotten Love?"
Her voice was hypnotic, a whisper that coiled around Yu Wan'er’s mind.
Then she rose and stepped closer.
"Little Wan'er... don’t you resent Jiang Che too? His endless flirtations, his fickleness... is a man like that truly worth loving?" Ye Mengyao leaned in, her breath ghosting over Yu Wan'er’s ear.
Yu Wan'er trembled, her gaze growing unfocused. Memories of Jiang Che’s infidelities flashed through her mind.
A man who discarded old flames for new ones, who fell for every pretty face... was he really worth her love?
Yu Wan'er's heart was stirred by resentment, and it grew stronger by the moment.
Perhaps she should follow Ye Mengyao's path of severing emotions, forgetting love altogether...
"No, no—I fell for that jerk... He saved my mom, and he bullied me too. He’s not a jerk, wuuu~~~" Yu Wan'er burst into tears, her words even becoming incoherent.
Watching Yu Wan'er in such a state, a flicker of pity flashed in Ye Mengyao's eyes. "So shackled by love... how pitiful."
And just then—BANG!
The door was violently kicked open by a certain notorious young master who preferred to remain unnamed.
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."
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!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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?!
