No one knew when the Jialan Empress had disappeared.
If she kept watching, she was bound to get high blood pressure!
"Ah!!!"
In the Nine Heavens.
A furious voice echoed deep within the forbidden lands. Her rage turned the surrounding million miles into a lifeless wasteland!
The wrath of an Empress was terrifying. In the Nine Heavens, ordinary cultivators often suffered such undeserved calamities.
Sometimes, even lying peacefully in their sects, they could be obliterated by the aftermath of battles between immortals.
"Jiang Che!!! I swear I will never rest until you're dead!"
She didn’t even need to think—her precious daughter had definitely been whisked away. By the next time they met, Ling'er might even be carrying a big belly!
And that despicable human hadn’t just taken liberties with Ling'er—he’d even dared to lay hands on her!
The memory of that loathsome, spine-chilling sensation made her stomach churn just thinking about it.
But at least it was just a fragment of her soul.
...
Jiang Che had successfully gained another devoted admirer.
"Jiang Che, you’re so silly... drawing heart’s blood—doesn’t that hurt terribly?"
Jia Ling'er gently touched the bloody wound on Jiang Che’s chest, her heart aching for him.
Though cultivators could regenerate limbs, heart’s blood was tied to the essence of their immortal path. Losing it would damage their cultivation.
"It doesn’t hurt!" Jiang Che chuckled as he pulled Ling'er into his arms.
Of course it didn’t hurt—the wound was just a special effect he’d conjured!
"By the way, Ling'er, I’ll extract my heart’s blood for you regularly. If you ever get petrified, just apply it to break the curse..."
"No..." The young girl clung to Jiang Che’s arm, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Then do you want to see me die?"
Jia Ling'er immediately shook her head, looking utterly foolish.
The poor girl was practically being swindled out of her wits by Jiang Che.
As he held Ling'er, Jiang Che’s mind wandered back to his earlier encounter with the Jialan Empress.
He had to admit—the Empress had a fiery temper and terrifying strength. She was impossible to control!
A single kiss had cost Jiang Che seven lives!
If he had tried to push further by threatening Ling'er, he couldn’t even imagine how many times he’d have to die.
Truly, to die beneath the peony was to be a ghost among the romantic!
...
Jiang Che stood up once again!
Originally, he’d nearly drained his system points to bestow immortal physiques upon all his women.
But now, he’d recouped everything—and more—from the Jialan Empress.
[Host: Jiang Che]
[Cultivation: Peak Martial God Stage]
[Physiques: Purity Body, Chaos Immortal Body, Void Immortal Body...]
[Points: 3.2 billion]
That’s right!
Jiang Che’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Martial God Stage!
Thanks to his Void Immortal Body, he hadn’t even triggered a heavenly tribulation upon breaking through.
His progress was absurdly fast!
With his monstrous innate talent, the highest-tier dual cultivation techniques, and the fact that girls like Yu Wan'er had all been elevated to immortal physiques—many even possessing top-tier cauldron constitutions—it’d be stranger if his cultivation speed wasn’t insane!
Naturally, the girls hadn’t fallen behind in strength either.
"Time Law—tenfold compression. Tsk tsk."
To ensure he could spend time with every one of his women, Jiang Che had gone all out, tirelessly manipulating the laws of time day and night.
...
In a sacred-grade spiritual field within the Dragon Palace.
"You finally came! Master... where’s the immortal-grade spiritual field you promised me?"
A half-withered peach branch trembled excitedly upon spotting Jiang Che.
Thanks to Jiang Che’s "technology and ruthless methods," the immortal peach hanging from its branch was nearly ripe.
"Immortal-grade spiritual field? When did I ever promise you that?"
Jiang Che picked his nose, his expression utterly shameless.
[Ding! Host scammed the immortal root ‘Little Peach’—rewarded 4 million points.]
Jiang Che was now squeezing out points wherever he could. Even a mosquito’s worth of meat was still meat!
"You... you promised! If I had an immortal-grade field, I might truly revive into a real immortal herb!"
"Piss off! Don’t interrupt my herb gathering. Keep yapping, and I’ll pluck that peach right off your head—believe me?"
Jiang Che revealed his inner tyrant!
"......"
The Immortal Peach, once matured, could grant an ordinary mortal an immortal physique!
In the Nine Heavens, this would be a treasure fought over by countless races—after all, true immortal physiques were vanishingly rare.
But to Jiang Che? It was practically useless.
Among his women, if you didn’t have an immortal physique, you’d be too embarrassed to call yourself Jiang Che’s lover!
"Fine... look at you." Jiang Che sighed, then spent 100 million points to buy a single square meter of immortal-grade soil from the system.
He tossed it into the herb field.
"!!!"
Instantly, the little peach branch leaped out of its sacred-grade field and rooted itself into the tiny patch of immortal soil.
Honestly, one square meter was pitifully small—like forcing a person to live in a three-square-meter shack.
But no matter how cramped, it was still immortal soil!
"Ahhh~~~ This feels amazing! Is this the power of immortal soil? Unbelievable..."
Nourished by the soil, the peach branch even began sprouting new roots!
"Master, Master! I’ve got it!!!"
The little peach suddenly exclaimed in delight.
"Got it?" Jiang Che’s lips twitched.
Thankfully, no one else was around, or he’d be labeled a pervert for sure.
He wasn’t Wang Xizhi—he didn’t have the calligraphy skills to carve into wood.
"No! I’ve grown roots! This soil actually made me sprout roots... which means I might develop a true immortal herb essence and evolve into a genuine Immortal Peach Tree!"
Jiang Che side-eyed the little peach. Keep lying, why don’t you?
"Master, I’m serious! But the soil’s too small—my new roots can’t spread. Can you expand it a bit more...?"
"Scram! You get a handout and still ask for more? From now on, you’ll produce one peach for me every year—or I’ll replant you in a latrine!"
"???"
One peach a year? Are you out of your damn mind?!
"Master, you’re joking! Even if I were a true immortal root, no tree could bear fruit annually in immortal soil!"
"Relax, I’ve got ways to make you fruit."
Jiang Che’s voice turned sinister, sending shivers down its nonexistent spine.
"Trust me, I can make you produce a peach every year—maybe even every month."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
