"Long Qianqiu!!! Get off Jiang Che right now!!!"
Jiang Che sat in his chair, while Long Qianqiu was nestled in his lap, feeding him grapes—ahem, the regular kind.
Yu Wan'er gritted her teeth, trying to pull Long Qianqiu down. She hated this wicked woman to the core.
She had never seen anyone so bad, monopolizing Jiang Che all by herself, using methods to charm men that made her and the other sisters shudder.
Long Qianqiu covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, wriggled out of Jiang Che's lap, and with a smile, pinched Yu Wan'er's cheek.
"Sister Wan'er, why are you always so jealous? It's not good for a girl to be jealous all the time; you need to be more generous."
"Don't! Pinch! My! Cheek!" Yu Wan'er bared her teeth.
Was she not generous enough? By now, the number of girls around Jiang Che was almost enough to form a reinforced platoon.
"I'll pinch it! I'll pinch it!" Long Qianqiu's slender hands continued to squeeze the soft flesh on Yu Wan'er's face. She still loved being by Jiang Che's side; there was so little scheming and intrigue here.
"Qianqiu, you know about the Dragon Palace affair, right?" Jiang Che asked.
"Hmph, they got what they deserved. This is just the beginning! Once I become an immortal, I'll personally raze the entire Dragon Palace!"
"But Jiang Che, your Jiang family... weren't they implicated, were they?"
"No."
"That's good~ Otherwise, I would have been very sad!"
...
Jiang Che rubbed his lower back. He had been indulging a bit too much as a 'dragon rider' lately.
"Too bad I ended up screwing over the Jiang family again," Jiang Che touched the bridge of his nose, feeling somewhat guilty.
For the past couple of days, the system's notification sounds had been ringing non-stop, half of them provided by the Jiang family ancestors.
Even Jiang Che had a conscience. Shouldn't he bring some local specialties or something for the ancestors?
Dragon Palace Spiritual Herb Garden.
The herb garden covered an extremely vast area, protected by an immortal-grade barrier array. Its defense level was almost comparable to the dimensional barrier Jiang Che had set up; not even immortals could enter.
As far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of acres of land, and every single plot was composed of Saint-grade spiritual soil!
It was no exaggeration to say that Jiang Che's current wealth in spirit stones was many times greater than even the Nine Heavens Jiang family.
The Dragon Clan's treasure hoard alone had made him utterly rich!
Ordinary cultivators couldn't even begin to imagine how many treasures were within the Dragon Clan's trove.
The Saint-grade spiritual soil was planted with extremely rare natural treasures.
Saint herbs, Emperor herbs, Divine herbs, and Immortal herbs!
The lowest grade in the garden was Emperor herbs, with 95% being Divine herbs—all sorts of Divine herbs Jiang Che had found in the Dragon Clan's treasure.
Looking around, there were at least several hundred Divine herbs.
And in the very center of the garden, there were four large plots of land emitting dense immortal qi.
Immortal herbs!!!
A full four Immortal herbs!
"Wah... Sister Yaoyao, I was wrong! Please stop hitting me!"
[River Styx Tribulation Flower], [Samsara Tree], [Myriad Paths Phoenix Tree Branch]
These three Immortal herbs had all shriveled into small clusters, firmly pressed down by a giant peach tree in the middle.
The River Styx Tribulation Flower was naturally small, just a nine-petaled immortal blossom.
But the Samsara Tree was different. Hailed as an immortal tree capable of bearing the Great Dao of Samsara, it was said that this Samsara Tree was once a peerless Dao herb. During the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court, before the Netherworld collapsed and while reincarnation still existed, the Dao herb Six Paths Samsara Tree single-handedly supported the entire cycle of reincarnation!
But later, the Ancient Heavenly Court fell, reincarnation shattered, and even the Six Paths Samsara Tree was destroyed, downgraded to an Immortal herb.
As for the Myriad Paths Phoenix Tree Branch, legend had it that it was a phoenix roosting site, capable of aiding enlightenment.
But now... all these Immortal herbs were being suppressed by the [Longevity Immortal Peach]!
"Huh? Master, you're here!"
On the peach tree, a dewy, tender, pink giant peach transformed into a human shape, becoming a petite and adorable little girl with faintly pink hair.
She threw herself directly into Jiang Che's arms, rubbing her little head against his chest. The girl carried a refreshingly sweet fragrance.
"Wah, Yaoyao thought Master didn't want me anymore!"
"How could that be!" Jiang Che reached out and patted Yaoyao's head.
He was stretched too thin! He had just won over Long Qianqiu; shouldn't he spend some time with her?
That woman Long Qianqiu was definitely the type to love and hate fiercely. If he truly betrayed her, her madness could be quite terrifying. She was a real yandere, completely different from Bai Jie, who was a fake yandere but actually a nymphomaniac.
"Yaoyao, how are you getting along with your friends?" Jiang Che glanced at the other three Immortal herbs in the garden.
Upon being seen by Jiang Che, the three Immortal herbs trembled, their branches shaking.
"Hmph, they're all my little followers now!" Yaoyao put her hands on her slender waist and spoke proudly.
Jiang Che picked up Yaoyao with one arm. The girl was very light... at most around seventy-some pounds.
Although these three Immortal herbs possessed intelligence, they had no gender and could not take human form.
Jiang Che couldn't be bothered to make them transform either. After all, a carnivore might eat some greens occasionally, but making him eat grass every day? That was clearly impossible.
"River Styx Flower!"
"Here!!!" The River Styx Tribulation Flower immediately responded, seeming very obedient.
"Give me three petals."
"Um... okay!" Although it pained it greatly, who could argue when this human had such heaven-defying methods?
The immortal soil they lived in now was watered daily with immortal-grade spiritual spring water; life was incredibly comfortable!
If it gets plucked, it gets plucked!
The next moment, three petals shimmering with starlight floated into Jiang Che's palm, carrying an aura of yin-yang and life-and-death. Good stuff!
Next was the Samsara Tree. When Jiang Che first saw it, it had only borne six Samsara Fruits, but now it had nine.
Jiang Che directly took three!
Then, Jiang Che also plucked a few sections from the Phoenix Tree Branch.
Finally, Yaoyao felt her scalp tingle under Jiang Che's blatant gaze. "M-Master, I've been trying really hard to grow little babies, but I've only grown three... could you please not pick them all?"
Yaoyao's voice was milky and soft, incredibly cute. Her little finger pointed to the three dewy, large peaches on the peach tree, radiating boundless vitality.
"Uh—"
Jiang Che was utterly speechless. Looking at the girl before him, he suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.
"Who told you those were your babies?" Jiang Che's mouth twitched.
Those big peaches?
He felt he absolutely had to teach Yaoyao some basic biology.
Yaoyao blinked her big eyes twice, then pointed her little finger at the Samsara Tree. The pointed-at tree shuddered all over.
"Master, it was him. He told me that the fruits an immortal tree bears are our babies..."
Jiang Che glanced sideways, giving the Samsara Tree a menacing look.
"Master! Master, I..."
"Your annual quota is set. If you don't produce 100 fruits, I'll confiscate your immortal soil. Don't even think about staying in the Immortal Herb Garden; go live with the Divine herbs."
"Nooo!!!" The Samsara Tree wailed. Normally, it bore fruit once every ten thousand years. Now Jiang Che wanted it to bear fruit once a year, and 100 at a time? This was going to squeeze it dry!
In an unnoticed corner, a mischievous smile crept onto Yaoyao's lips.
] [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!"
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
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.”
