"Wuwuwu~~~"
Jia Ling'er was crying. The mermaid princess curled up into a ball, looking as if she had suffered endless grievances.
"Here, have a spirit fruit. This was grown in a sacred spiritual field," Jiang Che said, pulling out a crystal-clear spirit fruit.
This was a divine-grade spirit fruit, second only to saint-grade and immortal-grade medicines.
"I don't want it..." Jia Ling'er whispered, her voice hoarse and pitiful.
"You won't even take a divine-grade fruit? What about a Nine Revolutions Golden Pill? I doubt a little princess like you from the Jialan Clan has ever tasted an immortal-grade elixir?"
Jiang Che took out a dazzling golden pill, adorned with nine intricate patterns and faintly wreathed in immortal qi.
Nine Revolutions Golden Pill?
Jia Ling'er lifted her head, blinking a couple of times.
She swallowed hard, then gave a small nod.
"Tsk... You really do have expensive tastes," Jiang Che teased before handing the immortal-grade pill to her.
The girl didn’t even thank him, quietly tucking the pill into her pocket.
[The Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, an immortal-grade elixir... Mother must need it. I’ll save it for her.]
"What’s wrong? Feeling upset?"
Jiang Che wrapped an arm around Jia Ling'er’s waist, smiling warmly.
Of course, he had to give her nice things—after all, girls needed to be pampered a little.
"No, I just miss my mother a bit," Jia Ling'er murmured.
Jialan Empress...
Jiang Che’s brow furrowed slightly.
Not long ago, he had received a massive influx of "scumbag points," with over a billion coming from the Jialan Empress alone, and the rest from the Jiang Family.
It didn’t take a genius to figure it out—the Jialan Empress must have found out he’d taken her daughter and lost her temper, probably storming off to confront the Jiang Family.
Most likely... they ended up fighting?
He wasn’t sure, but the points he’d gained were undeniably satisfying.
Just thinking about the Jialan Empress, Jiang Che didn’t even need to guess—she was definitely a control-freak lunatic.
What kind of mother plants a defensive formation inside her own daughter’s body???
Honestly, if Jiang Che hadn’t had his system’s help, he wouldn’t have been able to break through Jia Ling'er’s defenses.
To dismantle that emperor-grade formation, he’d spent a whopping five million points—truly a gilded fortress.
"Jiang Che, I want to get stronger. Can you help me purify my bloodline?"
Jia Ling'er bit her lip, mustering the courage to ask.
Since he’d already given her a Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, she figured he’d be more open to negotiation.
"Oh? How did you know I could purify your bloodline?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
This girl was quite shrewd, picking the perfect moment to make her request.
"N-no, I just saw how you helped Qing'er and the others ascend to imperial bloodline status, so I figured you could refine my royal blood too," Jia Ling'er said softly.
She hated herself for this—bargaining with her body was something her former proud self would never have dreamed of.
Yet here she was, reduced to the very thing she despised.
"Hah, clever girl!"
Jiang Che reached out and ruffled Jia Ling'er’s azure-blue hair. Despite her blue locks and heterochromatic eyes, she didn’t look tacky at all—in fact, she was quite striking.
"Really?" Jia Ling'er whispered.
She had already accepted reality—this Jiang Che was undeniably powerful, and submitting to him wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
"Of course. I can even make your bloodline stronger than your ancestors’!"
Jiang Che’s voice brimmed with confidence—and he wasn’t just bluffing!
[Stone Man’s Tear: A sacred treasure capable of drastically enhancing the mermaid bloodline, exceedingly rare!]
[Price: 1 billion points.]
An item worth a billion points—more expensive than his Chaos Immortal Body and on par with the Fate Immortal Body!
This was no ordinary bloodline enhancement.
"Really? Stronger than my ancestors???"
Jia Ling'er’s eyes widened, her tear-stained lashes still tinged with pink, but she was too stunned to care.
"I never lie."
Jiang Che raised his hand, palm open—revealing a white pearl the size of a lychee.
It looked utterly plain, almost like a cheap glass marble from a street stall.
But Jia Ling'er froze. Every cell in her body screamed—Eat it! Eat it!
"Give it to me!" Jia Ling'er lunged, but her hand closed on empty air.
"You... What is this? How do you even have something like this?!"
She was genuinely shocked.
Last time, Jiang Che had pulled out a bunch of scales that could enhance bloodlines—just one had elevated Qing'er from common blood to imperial.
Those scales were already absurd, but they were still within the realm of comprehension.
This pearl, however, was on a whole other level!
The aura it exuded filled her with reverence, an ancient bloodline presence that made her feel like an ant gazing up at a dragon.
This wasn’t just a difference in power—it was an instinctive, genetic submission!
"See? Believe me now? This treasure... can elevate your bloodline beyond limits."
Jiang Che crossed his legs, smirking like a smug overlord.
Jia Ling'er didn’t argue. She knew deep down that obtaining this pearl would grant her a metamorphic leap in bloodline purity.
"Jiang Che, I’m already yours. Can’t you at least let me take a closer look?"
She clung to his arm, her voice dripping with sweetness. For the sake of her bloodline, she was willing to throw all pride aside.
"Not a chance. First come, first served—don’t you know the rules? There are five other mermaids ahead of you in line. Qing'er, for example, is just as pretty as you and way more obedient. Chun Chun and the others all have their own merits too. If I’ve got something good, they get first dibs."
Jia Ling'er: "..."
If you’d shown me this treasure earlier, I would’ve surrendered ages ago! Why did I have to endure all that humiliation for nothing?!
Ugh, I could just scream!!!
I gave myself away for free and didn’t even get anything out of it.
Jia Ling'er wished she could travel back in time and slap her past self—why did she have to be so damn tsundere?!
"Jiang Che~ I can be obedient too!" She switched tactics instantly, playing the contrast card. "I promise I’ll be even better than Qing'er. Please?"
Jia Ling'er was sharp—those scales Jiang Che had before were handed out like candy, but this pearl was one of a kind.
What if he only had one and gave it to someone else? A once-in-a-lifetime chance to change her destiny—she wasn’t about to let it slip away!
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
