"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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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.
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...
