"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.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
