"Jiang... Jiang Che, that Ten-Aperture Exquisite Heart you gave me last time..."
Shen Yu hesitated, her words trailing off.
"What about it? Was it useful?"
"Very. Especially for formations—it allows ten simultaneous mental processes, speeding up inscription by more than tenfold."
"Good to hear." Jiang Che flashed a carefree smile and wrapped his arm around Shen Yu’s slender waist.
"I... I have a request. Could you... give me another Ten-Aperture Exquisite Heart? I... I want one for the baby."
Shen Yu stammered, her usually aloof demeanor breaking as she made her first-ever plea.
"Oh? Since when do you come begging to me?" Jiang Che was genuinely surprised.
He never imagined Shen Yu would ask for something for their unborn child.
Motherly love!
This girl, born emotionally detached, was now nurturing maternal instincts. Didn’t that mean she’d soon fall for him too?
Jiang Che really was a genius—this child was his ultimate trump card!
Kid, once I win over your mom, there’s nothing in this world I won’t get for you.
"This is maternal love. I can feel it clearly—a bond transcending the physical. I even tested it myself! Even when my soul left my body, I still worried about the baby."
"Perhaps it’s not just maternal love. All human emotions seem to exist beyond mere hormonal reactions."
"Now that I’ve developed this love for the child, I’m also gradually starting to love you."
Shen Yu spoke with deadpan seriousness, her pregnant belly prominent as she pulled out a chart.
"This is a linear graph tracking my emotional fluctuations toward you. It shows a directly proportional upward trend. Projections indicate I’ll fully fall for you in... ten thousand years."
Jiang Che: "..."
Ten thousand years? And she made a spreadsheet? Who the hell quantifies romance this meticulously?!
Then again, ten millennia was both an eternity and the blink of an eye.
With his grasp on immortality, it was nothing more than a fleeting moment.
"Of course, after the baby is born, new variables may affect our relationship—nursing, teaching, watching them grow up..."
"Factoring those in, my projected timeline for loving you drops to between 2,000 and 2,500 years."
"Professor Shen, enough with the calculations! My head’s spinning!"
Jiang Che couldn’t take it anymore.
Shen Yu picked up her blueprint titled A Ten-Millennia Plan to Fall for Jiang Che.
Admittedly, the title had a weirdly poetic ring to it.
She pointed to a marked entry:
[Request child-enhancing treasures from Jiang Che—estimated +5 Love Points.]
???
Self-guided romance? No system, just DIY emotional progression? How does that even work?!
"I’m out of Ten-Aperture Exquisite Hearts!" Jiang Che snapped.
"Oh. Then my timeline extends by five years..." Shen Yu scribbled a small 'X' on her chart.
Pfft—
If this were Mo Lianxing, I’d think she was blackmailing me!
But he knew Shen Yu’s personality—this was just how she operated.
"No Ten-Aperture Hearts, but I’ve got other treasures!" Jiang Che felt like she’d be the death of him.
"Chaos Immortal Physique! Void Immortal Physique! Six Paths Reincarnation Physique! Fate Immortal Physique... All 108 supreme physiques are in my collection! And how about a Supreme Bone? Or Supreme Pupils? Just pick—I’ll mix three immortal bloodlines for the baby, deal?"
Jiang Che had come precisely to forge an unparalleled physique for the child. Infusing these before birth ensured perfect fusion—and would even grant Shen Yu traces of their power.
"Oh~"
Shen Yu added +10 Affection Points in her notebook.
"You’re unbelievable..."
Whatever. No point arguing with her. With her emotional numbness, she’d stay calm while I rage myself to death.
"Chaos Immortal Physique—one for the baby!"
Ding! 500 million points spent.
"How about a Supreme Bone? Born a supreme being, innately wielding supreme runes."
Ding! 200 million points spent.
"Fate Immortal Physique—what do you think, Shen Yu? This is the rarest in my system. Cost me 1 billion points—I couldn’t even bring myself to buy it for me!"
Ding! 1 billion points spent.
After a whirlwind shopping spree, Young Master Jiang had blown 2.2 billion system points.
[System, round it down to 2 billion?]
[...]
[Ding! Host successfully spends 2 billion points on immortal physiques...]
[Ding! Host scams the system, gains 500 million points.]
Not bad—a steep discount.
...
The Chaos Immortal Physique, Supreme Bone, Fate Immortal Physique, and assorted divine blessings—any one of these would rank a cultivator among the top ten prodigies across the Nine Heavens.
But what happens when they all converge in one unborn child?
Absolute pandemonium.
Chu Yuan, with just the Chaos Immortal Physique, had become a Chosen One of Heaven.
[Jiang Che!!! I’ll bear your child—please, give me one!!!]
From the soul-nurturing ring, Mo Lianxing’s voice shrieked with envy.
This is insane! I knew he was hiding more trump cards!
Compared to these physiques, those "premium spirit stones" she’d traded her virtue for were utter trash!
"Shut it!" Jiang Che barked.
Dropping over 2 billion points on his firstborn made his paternal heart bleed.
[Wuuu... Jiang Che, if I got pregnant, would you spoil me like this too?]
"Sure—if you can even conceive!" he taunted.
Mainly, he couldn’t set this precedent. Once started, there’d be no end—his household would soon teem with children like a rabbit warren.
[Hmph! Just you wait—one day I’ll sneak your essence when you’re drunk...]
Jiang Che: "..."
What kind of shameless threat is that?!
His gaze returned to Shen Yu’s belly, where the baby kicked energetically.
"Tch... Let your old man grant you destiny’s favor!"
With a wave, he channeled the essences of Chaos, Fate, and the Supreme Bone into Shen Yu’s womb.
Instantly, terrifying phenomena erupted across the Dragon Palace!
BOOM!!!
Multicolored auroras morphed into dragons and phoenixes, swirling around Shen Yu as celestial harmonies shook the Nine Provinces.
Most shocking of all—her belly became a black hole, voraciously devouring the surrounding spiritual energy!
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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?!
