"What do you mean?"
The Jialan Empress's face darkened, but she dared not lose her temper—Ling'er's life now rested in his hands.
And she seemed to realize that Jiang Che wasn’t as devoted as she had imagined.
"Nothing much, I just don’t like you!"
Jiang Che grinned.
"You—"
The Jialan Empress instantly understood!
This Jiang Che was no lovesick youth—from the very beginning... this had been a full-blown scheme!
He already knew he possessed an undying body, blessed by the heavens, making him immune even to her attempts to kill him. That was why he acted so brazenly. All his earlier displays of affection had been an act for Ling'er, who had now fallen completely for him and turned to stone.
In other words, he had backed her into a corner!
"What do you want?!" The Empress steadied herself and spoke slowly.
"Ling'er loves you so much—don’t you feel even a shred of guilt? Once she fully petrifies... not even a true immortal could save her!"
"Enough, Your Majesty, spare me the guilt trip. I’ve played that game before!" Jiang Che waved his hand dismissively, his smile dripping with mischief.
"Name your price. The Jialan Clan has countless treasures. Save Ling'er... and you can take whatever you want."
"Treasures?" Jiang Che laughed as if he’d heard a joke.
"Your Majesty, I’m the most talented young master of the Jiang Family. The cultivation resources they provide me far surpass anything you could imagine. No matter how precious your clan’s treasures are... can they compare to the Jiang Family’s?"
"You... I’ll select the ten most beautiful women from my clan to serve you in the mortal realm... How about that?"
The lofty Empress was truly desperate—using women as bargaining chips was a tactic she despised most!
Yet now... the boomerang had come right back at her.
"No, no, no. I’ve had my fill of seafood lately—I’m tired of the Jialan mermaids..."
"Besides, could any of your so-called 'most beautiful' clan members... compare to Your Majesty’s beauty?" Jiang Che shamelessly leaned closer to the Jialan Empress.
The result was... BOOM!!!
This was the Jialan Empress’s dream realm, where she reigned supreme like a deity. A mere flicker of her fury shattered Jiang Che into pieces.
[Ding! Host has died. Resurrection complete.]
Hey hey hey, I’m back!
Young Master Jiang declared he could fight her all day!
"Your Majesty, you may be beautiful... but your temper leaves much to be desired!"
"And it seems you still haven’t grasped the situation. Right now... you’re not the one calling the shots!"
Jiang Che stood up, and it wasn’t just his back that straightened.
"You!!!"
The Jialan Empress was on the verge of collapse. No one had ever dared speak to her so insolently—even emperors treated her with reverence. Yet today, a mere human had the audacity to tease her.
The worst part was... he was right. She was powerless!
"What do you actually want?"
"Your Majesty, isn’t my meaning... obvious enough? I wonder if I might... spend a delightful night with you?"
"BOOM!!!"
[Ding! Host has died. Resurrection complete.]
[Ding!]
Jiang Che was getting used to dying—what a violent dragoness! She’d be a tough one to tame.
How many lives do you have? Enough to keep dying like this?
"Hey, can we calm down? If you kill me again... I might just decide not to save Ling'er!"
The Jialan Empress narrowed her eyes, studying Jiang Che before stating firmly, "You wouldn’t let Ling'er die."
"Hahaha, Your Majesty, you see right through me! But... I already have plenty of women. Losing Ling'er would sting, but it wouldn’t break me..."
The Empress’s face turned pitch black—this guy was too much to handle!
She’d rather face a heavenly tribulation than deal with Jiang Che.
This damned human was only at the Martial God stage—a mere ant in the eyes of a half-step Immortal like her. How dare he harbor such impure thoughts about her?!
If not for his heaven-blessed immortality, he’d have died a thousand times over!
Jiang Che yawned. "Your Majesty, have you made up your mind? My time is precious, you know."
"You wouldn’t want Ling'er... to turn into stone, would you?"
The Jialan Empress: "......"
"Heh... heh, you’ve got some nerve! Ling'er must’ve been blind to fall for a scoundrel like you!"
"Thank you for the praise, Mother-in-law!" Jiang Che gave a slight bow.
[Ding! Host has scammed the half-step Immortal 'Jialan Empress,' earning 500 million points.]
"Save Ling'er first, then we’ll discuss anything else..."
"Sorry, but in that case, Ling'er will have to stay petrified!" Jiang Che feigned regret.
"You—"
"Why should I believe you can save Ling'er? At least give me proof!" The Empress still glared down at him.
Even at a disadvantage, she refused to yield!
"Easy enough!"
Jiang Che snapped his fingers.
"Your Majesty, I’ve uncovered a secret from the Merfolk Ancestral Land. There’s only one way to break the bloodline curse—every midnight and noon, the beloved must willingly extract a drop of heart’s blood... enduring heart-shattering pain to drip it onto the petrified body. That’s the only temporary remedy..."
The Empress fell silent. She’d never heard of such a method, but that hardly mattered now.
"Come here!"
With a wave of her hand, she yanked Jiang Che forward, ready to forcibly extract his heart’s blood.
"Tsk tsk, Your Majesty, are your ears not working? The heart’s blood... must be given willingly. Force won’t work."
[Ding! Host has scammed the Jialan Empress, earning 400 million points.]
"Fine. Try it now. If it works... I’ll believe you."
The Empress was fuming, her composure crumbling.
"No can do. Heart-shattering pain isn’t something I’ll endure for free... What’s in it for me?"
"......"
If looks could kill, Jiang Che would’ve been reduced to ashes.
"What... do you want?!"
"Simple. I heard Ling'er was born through parthenogenesis, right?"
The Empress: "......"
"So, you’ve never taken a cultivation partner... Oh wait, as royalty, you’d never taint your bloodline like that!"
The Empress: "......"
She wanted to tear this human to shreds!!!
Seeing the perfect moment, Jiang Che pointed to his cheek.
"Your Majesty, give me a kiss, and I’ll demonstrate how to save Ling'er. What do you say—" BANG!
Jiang Che died!
Jiang Che revived!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
