Jiang Che narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Ye Mengyao standing before him.
It was clear that Ye Mengyao had undergone a dark transformation, and he had heard every word she just uttered.
He did have many issues—too many women to properly attend to each one.
Ye Mengyao was once a strong female lead, but after being subjected to his psychological manipulation, she became insecure and anxious... Later, she wasn’t particularly favored by him and mostly stayed by Yu Wan'er’s side.
Once, Yu Wan'er had been like a little parasite clinging to Ye Mengyao, but now the tables had turned... Ye Mengyao had become Yu Wan'er’s sidekick. Such a reversal must have been unbearable for a proud young lady like her.
Yet, a woman’s heart was as unfathomable as the ocean’s depths. Even with Jiang Che’s extraordinary clairvoyance skill, he couldn’t truly read minds!
"Jiang Che... Jiang Che, you’re finally here! Sister Yaoyao went berserk during her cultivation... She... She might have been possessed! Wuwu~~~"
The moment Yu Wan'er saw Jiang Che, she latched onto him like an anchor, gripping his arm as she confronted Ye Mengyao.
Ye Mengyao, however, remained eerily calm. She met Jiang Che’s gaze with indifference, her eyes devoid of their former tenderness, replaced only by an endless void.
"Jiang Che, all that has passed is like yesterday’s death. From this moment onward, it is today’s rebirth. I have comprehended the Supreme Forgetfulness Dao. Our bond... ends here."
Yu Wan'er’s eyes widened in shock. She tugged at Jiang Che’s sleeve. "Look! Sister Yaoyao’s classical literature skills are the worst—she would never say something like this!"
"Speak! Who are you really? Where have you hidden my Sister Yaoyao?" Yu Wan'er glared fiercely at Ye Mengyao, but her small hands clutched Jiang Che’s sleeve tightly.
In the end, only Jiang Che could give her the greatest sense of security.
[Supreme Forgetfulness, husband... Your little wife has indeed switched to the Path of Heartlessness, and she’s embraced it completely... It’s as if she’s undergone a rebirth. But the Path of Heartlessness is difficult to master—it’s impossible to achieve enlightenment overnight... She must have been guided by a sinister force.]
Mo Lianxing appeared as well, explaining the situation to Jiang Che. Heaven was fair—when one had a particular strength, there was always a corresponding weakness. For example, Jiang Che’s knowledge... was rather lacking.
Jiang Che continued studying Ye Mengyao.
Then, he suddenly laughed. "Hah... Interesting. Truly interesting."
"Supreme Forgetfulness? Enlightenment in a single day... Are you trying to play the ‘chasing the wife into the crematorium’ trope on me? Wrong script!"
"But I must say, Immortal... You’ve got some nerve, daring to lay hands on my woman!"
Jiang Che’s voice grew louder as he stepped forward, looming over Ye Mengyao as their eyes locked.
[Ding! Detection successful!]
[Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal (Awakened). Ye Mengyao is a reincarnation of the ancient true immortal ‘Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal.’ By chance, she has awakened her past-life memories and now walks the path of forsaking love and severing attachments...]
Jiang Che frowned and immediately questioned the system, "Then where’s the original Yaoyao? Don’t tell me... this crazy woman has actually replaced her?"
Truth be told, Jiang Che was panicking like never before.
If Ye Mengyao’s original soul had truly been overwritten by this so-called Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, then the cliché drama of ‘chasing the wife into the crematorium’ would unfold for real.
[Ding! Ye Mengyao is a reincarnation. Even if she awakened her past-life memories, it would be difficult for her to fully embrace the Path of Heartlessness in such a short time... unless she willingly merged with the Dao.]
Jiang Che: "......"
"What utter nonsense! Ye Mengyao loved me so much—how could she willingly choose the Path of Heartlessness?" Though his voice was loud, his confidence wavered.
Because, well... he was undeniably a scumbag. No sugarcoating that.
[Host, you’re panicking.]
Jiang Che: "......"
"Just tell me if there’s a way to bring Ye Mengyao back. I’ll ask her myself... Take the points."
Jiang Che couldn’t be bothered to argue with the system anymore—he was in a hurry.
If Ye Mengyao hadn’t truly disappeared, Jiang Che was confident in his... special skills. At most, it would take a month to fix any blackened or yandere tendencies. 90% of relationship problems stemmed from a lack of special skills.
[One hundred million points.]
"Hah, pocket change. Take it."
[Ding! Host has successfully spent one hundred million points to exchange for ‘System Intervention (One-Time Use).’]
"Oh, right. Seal away this awakened remnant soul of the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal too. I’ll deal with her later..."
[Two hundred million points.]
"Piss off!"
[Ding! Host has scammed the system, earning two hundred million ‘Scumbag Points.’]
"......" Hard not to laugh.
Though the system’s voice was mechanical, it somehow managed to sound aggrieved.
The system could always be trusted!
The next second, a terrifying aura surged forth, enveloping Ye Mengyao entirely.
Ye Mengyao’s eyes widened in shock, her face filled with disbelief.
"What is this... Who are you?!"
Soon, her soul was laid bare. In the endless darkness, a young girl curled up in a corner, looking pitiful and helpless.
Jiang Che let out a long sigh of relief. Good... This damn Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal hadn’t completely erased Ye Mengyao’s soul. Otherwise, he would’ve lost it.
He might be a womanizer, but he wasn’t heartless. If Ye Mengyao’s soul had truly been destroyed... He didn’t dare imagine what he’d do.
Jiang Che’s soul stepped into the void.
He approached Ye Mengyao’s soul, while another figure—identical in appearance—slowly materialized nearby.
Though their faces were the same, this woman had snow-white hair and wore ancient black robes, standing with her hands behind her back... Her gaze flickered with surprise before settling back into indifference.
The Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal!
Not her true form, just a remnant of her reincarnated soul.
"Why bother?"
"Hah." Jiang Che scooped up Ye Mengyao’s soul. "Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, was it? You should be grateful... that things didn’t escalate further. But I’m still pissed."
The Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal was slightly taken aback. "To think someone would recognize this venerable one’s title... Though it makes sense. You wield power beyond the Heavenly Dao—you must have an extraordinary background. Knowing of me is no surprise."
The Forgetfulness Immortal had forsaken all emotions—even fear was a form of attachment. Though her soul was now bound by the supreme power of the Dao, she remained utterly indifferent to life and death.
Jiang Che ignored her for now. Anyone who dared mess with his people would pay dearly later.
"Yaoyao, wake up..." Jiang Che exchanged for a soul-nourishing immortal pill in the system—a single pill worth fifty million points!
"Mmm... What’s going on?" Ye Mengyao slowly opened her eyes, and the moment she saw Jiang Che, a spark of joy flickered in them.
Her arms naturally looped around his neck. "Jiang Che, why are you here? Mmm... Where is this?"
Jiang Che: "......"
What the hell? So affectionate... Are you sure you were blackened???
A conspiracy! There must be an enormous conspiracy—Ye Mengyao would never willingly cultivate the Path of Forgetfulness.
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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...
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.
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.”
