Seeing Jiang Che's half-smiling expression, Jia Mengluo understood.
The damnable human's implication was clear enough—his treasures were only for his own women.
[What a greedy, insatiable human! Having Ling'er isn't enough... now he dares to set his sights on me?]
[Even if my bloodline withers and my lifespan runs dry, I’ll never submit to his whims!!!]
The Jia Lan Empress cursed Jiang Che vehemently in her heart.
Ever since he had used Ling'er’s life to extort a kiss from her, she had known this human harbored no good intentions. If her daughter stayed with him... Wait, no—if he truly were a scoundrel, why would he have given Ling'er the Mermaid’s Tear???
Jia Mengluo’s thoughts were in complete disarray.
She was an empress who had lived for over seventy thousand years—she had seen all kinds of people, yet she couldn’t decipher Jiang Che’s intentions.
A libertine at heart, yet he treated his women well—though at times, he was utterly wicked.
[No... Could his target have been me from the start? Using the Mermaid’s Tear as bait to lure me into submitting to him?]
But that made no sense. The Mermaid’s Tear was far too precious... Wouldn’t using it as bait be a waste?
Wait, no—how could giving it to her daughter be called a waste?
"Heh, be good, Ling'er. Step out of the dream for a moment. I need to talk with Her Majesty."
Jiang Che patted Jia Ling'er’s shoulder. The girl nodded obediently and vanished from the scene.
...
The moment Ling'er disappeared, Jiang Che slowly turned, a playful smile directed at the empress.
"Your Majesty, Ling'er’s gone now. Shall we have a little chat?"
Jia Mengluo narrowed her eyes, her killing intent so thick it was almost tangible. This insolent wretch!!!
If not for the protection of the Heavenly Dao, she could crush him with a single finger.
"Th... Thank you for helping Ling'er."
Despite the storm of emotions and fury inside her, she forced herself to grit out her gratitude.
Ling'er was clearly head over heels for him now. If she provoked Jiang Che and he took it out on Ling'er, that was the last thing she wanted.
"Heh, no need for thanks. Ling'er is my woman. We plan to have children someday. I possess dual immortal physiques... If Ling'er only has imperial blood, our child’s lineage would be inferior. To avoid tainting my immortal gifts, it’s only right to elevate her bloodline."
"After all, only immortal blood is worthy of my immortal physique!"
Jiang Che flashed a grin.
Jia Mengluo: "......"
His audacious reversal of roles left Jia Mengluo itching with irritation.
"Oh, by the way, esteemed Empress... I’ve been calling you ‘Your Majesty’ all this time. Might I know your name?" Jiang Che bowed slightly, the picture of gentlemanly grace.
"You’re not wo—Fine. This empress is named Mengluo. Jia Mengluo!" She crossed her arms.
"Got it, Mengmeng."
"You—!!!" The Jia Lan Empress nearly lost it. "Mengmeng" was a childhood nickname—no one but her parents had ever dared call her that!
"Human! You overstep your bounds!"
The empress’s rage sent fissures spiderwebbing through the dream realm. The heavens cracked, the earth trembled—yet Jiang Che remained unfazed.
"Come now, Mengmeng, no need for such temper. You can’t kill me anyway. Why not have a calm discussion?"
He casually sat cross-legged on the ground, realizing that being looked down upon by Jia Mengluo gave him a strangely thrilling sense of being scum.
"Change how you address me! Call me ‘Empress’ or ‘Jia Mengluo,’ but never ‘Mengmeng’!"
Watching her fume helplessly, Jiang Che burst out laughing.
What kind of Jia Lan Empress was this? Lived seventy or eighty thousand years?
Had she learned nothing in all that time? So easily flustered?
Probably some old maid with a fiery temper—any man who dared approach her in her youth must’ve been obliterated.
No wonder she had zero experience with romance!
The more he thought about it, the likelier it seemed.
After all, Jiang Che had been killed by her thousands of times already.
Anyone else would’ve been long buried under a forest of weeds.
After millennia of existence, she should’ve seen through everything—detached like the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, beyond worldly attachments.
"Mengmeng, you must’ve sensed it too, right? After Ling'er used that Mermaid’s Tear, her bloodline was completely rewritten. She no longer shares a drop of your blood... at least not by lineage."
Jia Mengluo stayed silent.
Of course she’d noticed. If not for Ling'er calling her "Mother," she would’ve thought her daughter had been body-snatched.
"So, Mengmeng... Don’t you want your own bloodline to undergo a transformation? A full ancestral revival!!!"
Jiang Che was back to his old tricks.
Women? They fell for one of three things: wealth, looks, or emotions.
His three winning strategies.
Money? He had everything—even immortal-grade spirit stones. Want an immortal physique? He could provide! Whatever she lacked, he’d supply.
Looks? Was Jiang Che lacking in that department? Please—he was a certified heartthrob.
As for emotions? With his silver tongue, that was child’s play.
...
"Abandon this foolish notion. I have no interest in men," Jia Mengluo stated flatly.
"What? Mengmeng, you... prefer women???" Jiang Che’s eyes widened.
"You—You’re the one who prefers women!!!" She nearly choked.
"Of course I do! I love women!" He spread his hands innocently.
"......" Jia Mengluo was at her limit.
Somehow, she’d even started tolerating the overly intimate nickname "Mengmeng."
Mainly because there was nothing she could do about Jiang Che!
"As an empress, I’ve long since grown indifferent to worldly matters. Cultivation... emotions... I let them pass as they will."
Jiang Che almost laughed. Oh, so now she’s the picture of serenity? Who was the one trembling with excitement at the mention of the Mermaid’s Tear earlier?
This empress... definitely hadn’t let go of her obsession with bloodline purity.
"Mengmeng, you say you’ve grown indifferent... but have you truly let go of everything? I doubt it."
He stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips.
Until barely half a meter separated them.
"Take one more step, and I’ll give you another taste of death," Jia Mengluo warned, her gaze icy.
Hah. Like threats scared him?
Brave Jiang Che feared no hardship!
He took that step—and wrapped an arm around the empress’s waist.
Boom!
Jiang Che—deceased.
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.”
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?
