"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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
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.
