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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
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?!
