"Chi Nai, how do you like the bloodline I upgraded for you? It’s far more powerful than your Crimson Molten Gold Python clan, isn’t it?" Jiang Che flashed a radiant smile.
Chi Nai lowered her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"Aren’t you going to thank your husband?"
"Thank you!" Chi Nai replied, her adorable naivety shining through.
Jiang Che never treated any of his women poorly.
Not even this little serpent beauty he had only recently taken under his wing.
He had spent billions of points to exchange for the [Nuwa’s Descendant] bloodline for her. Nuwa was a supreme deity of ancient times, with a human head and serpent body—undeniably the pinnacle of serpent bloodlines.
However, this Nuwa’s Descendant bloodline was quite diluted. If he wanted a pure-blooded Nuwa descendant... well, it was possible, but it would cost him dearly!
At present, even selling Jiang Che himself wouldn’t cover the price.
Not only that, but to ensure the absolute safety of the girls around him, he had also given each of them a personal subsystem!
This so-called subsystem was completely different from the ones given to the "leeks" (ordinary users).
It was purely a shopping system, filled with all sorts of life-saving tools, talismans, and magical artifacts. If any of the girls faced a life-threatening situation or encountered an insurmountable problem, they could simply "shop for free" in the system, with all points covered by Jiang Che.
Sure, Young Master Jiang might be a bit of a playboy, but when it came to his women, his devotion was beyond reproach.
...
While Jiang Che was busy wooing, his "workers" had already spread across the entire mortal realm.
Through the subsystems, Jiang Che had effectively taken control of nearly 90% of the "Chosen Ones" on Blue Star, relentlessly reaping benefits from them.
Meanwhile, in the Western World...
At the peak of Mount Olympus, countless devout followers knelt at the foot of the mountain. None of them were weak—the lowest among them had reached the Shattering Heaven stage, and the higher one climbed, the stronger their cultivation became!
Some had even reached the Divine Passage stage.
Logically, the Western World practiced the Robe-Donating Demonic Art, a system built on layers of exploitation... meaning the lowest-tier practitioners should have abysmal cultivation speeds.
Yet these individuals had reached the Divine Passage stage, making it clear—they weren’t the bottom-tier laborers. At the very least, they were minor overseers within the demonic art’s hierarchy.
At the summit, over a dozen cultivators with terrifyingly powerful auras knelt in reverence, every single one at the Half-Step Martial God stage!
Among them, a young man of Eastern descent stood out—his aura had already broken through to the true Martial God stage!
"Great Divine Master!!!"
Fervent gazes converged on the empty throne at the mountaintop, where only a portrait hung.
The woman in the portrait had long silver hair, her snow-white robes accentuating her ethereal beauty. Her face was so breathtaking it could captivate the entire mortal realm, her graceful figure inspiring awe rather than lust.
But the most striking thing was this: after a single glance, no matter how hard one tried to remember her features, her visage slipped from memory like grains of sand through fingers, leaving no trace behind.
"Great Divine Master, here is the Human Emperor Scripture you requested... as well as detailed information on Jiang Che..."
A Western woman with six angelic wings on her back bowed deeply, her reverence absolute.
The portrait depicted their supreme Divine Master!
The Eastern youth, Lin Fan, stood respectfully beside the portrait.
This was none other than the same Lin Fan who had once livestreamed the spread of his teachings. Had Jiang Che not disrupted his plans, the entire Blue Star might already be practicing the Robe-Donating Demonic Art.
But Lin Fan was no longer the same man. His entire demeanor now exuded a sinister chill—as the mortal realm’s representative of the demonic art, he had fully embraced the path of darkness.
"Divine Emissary... when will the Divine Master descend?" A Western man wreathed in crackling lightning—Zeus—spoke slowly.
Having comprehended the Law of Thunder, he had reached the Half-Step Martial God stage. Titles like "Zeus," "Gilgamesh," "Prometheus," and "Archangel Gabriel" were all self-proclaimed.
"That’s right! You are the Divine Emissary... We’ve placed our faith in the Divine Master for so long, yet we’ve only ever seen this portrait. Now, the Eastern cultivators hoard all the immortal resources. Once the Divine Master descends... shall we launch an immediate assault?"
Lin Fan frowned. True, he had declared himself the Divine Emissary...
But even he didn’t know the true identity of the Divine Master. His system had simply generated this portrait of a woman and forcibly assigned a series of tasks.
The portrait had never spoken a single word—silence was the greatest form of contempt.
Lin Fan had long realized the sinister nature of his cultivation method. The more people practiced the Doctrine-Spreading Scripture, the faster his own cultivation advanced—but it also carried a creeping demonic influence. Now, he even wielded authority over weaker practitioners, bending them to his will.
From that moment, he understood: he, too, was just another cog in the demonic scripture’s machinery. But there was no turning back—the demonic art’s progression was terrifyingly fast. In just over a year, he had reached the Martial God stage!
Rather than cultivating the Human Emperor Scripture to become an ordinary immortal, why not plunge fully into darkness and stake it all?
"The Divine Master will descend! When that day comes, the entire mortal realm will be ours—we might even storm the legendary Nine Heavens!" Lin Fan had now begun spinning grand promises of his own.
"Truly? I’ve heard... Jiang Ruoxu recently raided a forbidden zone and obtained a Quasi-Emperor-grade puppet, along with dozens of Nirvana-stage and even Creation-stage puppets. Can our Divine Master..."
"Are you doubting the Divine Master’s power?" Lin Fan’s icy glare silenced the man.
"Never!" The group hastily lowered their heads.
Every one of these Half-Step Martial God experts had broken through using the demonic art—without even enduring heavenly tribulation. All of it was by the Divine Master’s grace!
......
After the crowd dispersed, the portrait remained hanging at the mountaintop.
Not even Lin Fan could move it an inch.
Under the moonlight, the snow-capped peak shimmered like a sacred realm.
When no one was around... the woman in the portrait suddenly stirred!
Indeed, this white phantom stepped out of the painting. Though her robes were pure as snow, every footstep left behind black lotuses of flame.
Had Jiang Che been present, he would have recognized this woman instantly.
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.
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!
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
