"Suicide?"
Hearing Jia Ling'er's words, Jiang Che almost laughed out loud. Look how considerate this little darling is!
Not like that vicious mother-in-law of his, who only wants his life.
With so many beauties in his harem, how could Young Master Jiang ever bear to kill himself?
Not to mention all those celestial maidens in the Nine Heavens waiting for his affection—even if he didn’t care for himself, for the sake of those ladies, he couldn’t possibly commit suicide!
But faced with the Jialan Empress's relentless pressure, suicide seemed like the only path left for Jiang Che.
Yet Jiang Che wasn’t the least bit flustered!
His expression remained perfectly calm!
"Your Majesty, after my death... please take good care of Ling'er for me." Jiang Che's voice was utterly sincere.
The woman, convinced Jiang Che had no way out, relaxed slightly.
"Once you die, the mermaid clan's curse will naturally end. I will take Ling'er into seclusion in the Nine Heavens, where she will live out the rest of her days in peace... not even immortals will be able to find her."
The Jialan Empress gazed at Jiang Che's figure. She had to admit... she might have misjudged him. His feelings for Ling'er did seem genuine.
But so what?
If he didn’t die, Ling'er would!
Though this brat carried the secrets of the mermaid clan’s ancestral lands, she couldn’t be bothered to pursue them now. Ling'er’s safety was all that mattered!
"Your Majesty, I have one more request!"
"Speak!" The Jialan Empress wasn’t in a hurry anymore, crossing her arms. After all, once he entered her dream realm, even the great emperors of the Jiang Family in the Nine Heavens wouldn’t be able to intervene.
Right now, Jiang Che was nothing more than a fish on the chopping block, entirely at her mercy!
"Your Majesty, I have over twenty beautiful confidantes. After my death, they will surely be heartbroken... I beg you to arrange for their well-being..."
Jialan Empress: "......"
"I also have an unborn child... truly pitiable. Your Majesty, could you adopt her as your goddaughter? With your protection... I could rest in peace."
Empress: "......"
"Are you done? As long as you die... I won’t trouble your women or child!"
"Not yet! One more thing—Your Majesty, with your vast powers... I’ve always been a believer in geomancy. After death, I’d like to be buried in a top-tier spiritual burial site. Could you—"
[Ding! Host has scammed the Jialan Empress, earning 300 million Scam Points.]
The Jialan Empress nearly lost her composure. A top-tier burial site? Did he think she was a wishing well?
What nonsense was this doomed man spouting?
"Hah! Are you stalling for time? Waiting for those old monsters from the Jiang Family to save you? Let me tell you... no one can save you now!"
"No, no... Your Majesty misunderstands. I’ll die right away!" Jiang Che’s attitude was almost humble.
"But before I die... could I confess my love to Ling'er? Surely you wouldn’t deny a dying man’s last words?"
The woman fell silent for a long moment. "Fine. Let’s see what tricks you have left."
In this dream realm, she was the absolute ruler. She wasn’t worried about Jiang Che’s schemes—even if he tried to use Ling'er’s feelings to save himself, it would be useless. She would erase him, then wipe Ling'er’s memories of him with her magic.
...
"Jiang Che! Don’t do anything reckless! I won’t turn to stone... don’t listen to my mother!"
[Ding! Host has scammed the Jialan Empress, earning 300 million points.]
Look at that—the little darling’s loyalty was wavering!
Honestly, even Jiang Che was surprised. How had Jia Ling'er’s attitude shifted so quickly?
Did this girl develop Stockholm Syndrome for him or something?
But it didn’t matter. Everything was going according to Jiang Che’s plan.
Since the Jialan Empress was playing so ruthlessly, he’d milk her for tens of billions of points—or he wasn’t a Jiang!
What followed was an awkward, toe-curling scene where Jiang Che poured out his heart to Jia Ling'er right in front of the Jialan Empress, spouting all sorts of romantic vows and clichéd promises.
The Empress watched, her blood pressure skyrocketing. How dare he act so shamelessly in her presence!
"Shall I do it myself?" the Empress coldly threatened.
"No need! I’ll handle it!" Jiang Che strode forward.
As for Jia Ling'er, she had already been sealed away by the Empress’s magic, unable to witness Jiang Che’s "final moments."
Alone in a dark void, she cried until her tears ran dry.
Her body rapidly petrified—both arms had already turned to stone.
......
Jiang Che drew an Emperor-grade sword, a treasure secretly bestowed upon him by an ancestor of the Jiang Family. It was said to unleash quasi-Emperor-level power in critical moments.
He gently stroked the hilt—then plunged it straight into his heart.
The blade instantly obliterated his heart and even his soul!
[Ding! Host has died, triggering skill card ‘Phoenix’s Protection.’ You have been revived.]
The expected scene of annihilation never came.
The moment Jiang Che’s soul dispersed, his revival effect activated!
This wasn’t some half-baked resurrection—it was a full restoration, returning him to peak condition!
Every scattered fragment of his soul and flesh forcibly reassembled, leaving him completely unharmed, with not even a wisp of his immortal essence lost.
"You—?!" The Jialan Empress’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull.
She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
Even she hadn’t seen how Jiang Che had revived!
"What... what’s going on?" Jiang Che feigned confusion.
"How... am I alive again?"
[Ding! Host has scammed the Jialan Empress, earning 200 million points.]
"It must be a life-saving talisman from the Jiang Family’s immortals. But those have limited uses. Just die a few more times."
Jiang Che: "......"
Oh, sure, easy for you to say! It’s not YOUR life on the line! "Die a few more times"... what kind of logic is that?
But thankfully, he had a pain nullifier. Even if his body was torn apart, he wouldn’t feel a thing. And the revival cards were dirt cheap—10,000 points each, with bulk discounts!
Once, the system had a sale: 9,999 ‘Phoenix’s Protection’ cards for just 200 million points. Jiang Che snapped them up in a heartbeat!
Meaning—he now had nearly 10,000 lives. Come at me, bro!
Even the god of death couldn’t take him down!
"Fine! For Ling'er... I’ll endure it!"
Jiang Che slit his own throat a few more times—but it was useless!
He remained alive and kicking, standing right in front of the Jialan Empress!
Empress: "......"
"How is this possible? I clearly sensed your life force completely dissipate, your soul shattered into fragments! How can you still revive?!"
This move had thoroughly baffled her.
"Step aside. I’ll do it myself!"
The Jialan Empress refused to believe in such nonsense—she simply wouldn’t accept... that there could be someone in this world who couldn’t be killed!
Jiang Che spread his hands and let go of the imperial sword in his grip.
Then, with a casual tug, he pulled open the collar of his robe, revealing a chiseled chest, as if offering himself up without resistance.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
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?!
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!
