Jiang Che glanced at the little loli sword spirit. Not going to lie, she was quite a beauty.
With her fiery temper, Young Master Jiang loved a bit of spice.
Young Master Jiang had seen almost every type of woman out there, but this was his first time seeing an artifact spirit, and more importantly, a little loli.
"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll stab you!"
The little girl, who was in the middle of fighting Li Qinghuan, accidentally caught Jiang Che's eye. That trash-like gaze... instantly ignited her explosive temper.
"You better shut your mouth! It's all your fault! You ruined all my immortal wine!" Li Qinghuan was exasperated. If you aren't afraid of death, I certainly am!
Jiang Che became interested. He walked up to the little sword spirit and looked down at her.
But this little girl feared nothing in heaven or earth, glaring back at Jiang Che with her big eyes.
"Pfft! Trash!"
"That look in your eyes... Are you some kind of filthy lolicon? How disgusting!" Her eyes were full of disgust, and she even stuck her tongue out, making a face at Jiang Che.
Jiang Che chuckled. This was exactly the right flavor—a pure bratty girl, with a pedigree even purer than Yu Wan'er's!
Young Master Jiang might not have other methods, but he definitely knew a thing or two about disciplining bratty girls.
"Li Qinghuan!" Jiang Che said indifferently.
"Here... I'm here. Young Master Jiang, I... I'm not familiar with this sword spirit." Li Qinghuan seemed to understand something and directly shoved the little sword spirit into Jiang Che's arms.
The sword spirit's cultivation was not low, almost equivalent to a First Tribulation Immortal!
Despite her short, potato-like stature, her strength was like that of a calf. Jiang Che directly used the Immortal Binding Rope to tie her up completely.
"Trash, don't even think about tying me up! I'm a Sixth Tribulation Immortal Artifact... You can't trap me... Ah, it hurts, hurts, hurts! You stinking trash!"
The more she cursed, the tighter the Immortal Binding Rope constricted, tying her up almost like a hairy crab.
"Your sword spirit is a bit rebellious. This young master will discipline her for you first." Jiang Che simply tucked her under his arm.
"Uh..." Li Qinghuan's mouth twitched.
But then, a hint of schadenfreude appeared in her smile. She had always had a headache dealing with this unruly sword spirit. This little girl feared nothing, so it was actually a good thing they ran into Young Master Jiang today. Letting Young Master Jiang teach her a lesson would be for the best.
"Li Qinghuan!!! I'm your sword spirit... Save me!"
"Smack—" A loud slap landed directly on her. The sword spirit screamed even louder, "You trash! Once I transform, I will definitely stab ten thousand holes in you!"
"Zhu'er, follow Young Master Jiang and learn proper etiquette and Daoist methods!" Li Qinghuan said.
Li Qingzhu, affectionately called Zhu'er, was a name she had bestowed herself.
Her original intention was for the sword spirit to be as elegant and refined as an immortal bamboo, but she ended up becoming a little devil incarnate.
Watching Jiang Che carry Zhu'er away on his shoulder, Li Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief. Zhu'er was going to suffer... which meant she wouldn't have to!
...
A week later.
Jiang Che came out with Zhu'er.
By now, the little sword spirit's gaze had changed. Although she was still that bratty girl who looked annoyed at everyone, the way she looked at Jiang Che was filled with uncontrollable fear. The light had completely vanished from her eyes.
Jiang Che controlled the laws of time and could now compress his time domain by a hundred times.
Spending a hundred years in his domain was equivalent to just one year in the outside world.
"Young Master Jiang?" Li Qinghuan was still waiting for him. Seeing him come out... she walked over.
"Zhu'er..." She glanced at her little sword spirit. Good heavens... she was looking at her with teary eyes.
"I was wrong! I'll never talk back to you again, and I'll never hack at people randomly again..." Zhu'er trotted behind Li Qinghuan, transforming back into an immortal sword and plunging into her scabbard. However, the blade of the immortal sword looked slightly worn.
"How about it? This young master has authored the 'Analects of the Cudgel', a masterpiece meant to educate the world. Making a mere little sword spirit turn over a new leaf was as easy as pie," Jiang Che said earnestly.
At the mention of the 'Analects of the Cudgel', the immortal sword trembled. That stinking trash had actually swung a club and beaten her!
"Not bad, I'm in a good mood... That matter of you stealing my immortal wine is completely written off!"
Jiang Che felt refreshed, radiating high spirits!
"Phew—" Li Qinghuan let out a long sigh of relief.
"But Sword Venerable... you still owe me a life! Do you know how much effort my Master spent to give me a chance at life-saving rebirth?"
Jiang Che started spouting nonsense again.
"This—"
"Then... then Young Master Jiang, what if I give up this immortal sword?" Li Qinghuan offered her natal immortal sword to Jiang Che with both hands.
Was she giving away an immortal sword?
This was clearly giving away a wife!
The immortal sword trembled violently. "Sword Venerable, please don't! Zhu'er knows she was wrong... Don't give me to him! I'll never be arrogant again!!!"
The sword spirit Li Qingzhu was terrified. She now had a severe psychological trauma regarding Jiang Che.
"Keep it for yourself, but from now on, both of you must follow my orders!" Jiang Che crossed his arms and smiled.
Li Qinghuan was speechless. She had really gone for wool and come home shorn. She originally wanted to stick around Jiang Che to freeload some immortal wine, but looking at it now... she would have to serve this great VIP well before getting any chance to drink the immortal brew.
[Li... Li Qinghuan, why don't we run away? I don't want to stay with that perverted trash.]
The sword spirit urged again.
[Heh, do you think you can escape? There is a supreme Immortal Emperor backing him. And just for those jars of peerless immortal wine... there's no way this Venerable is leaving.]
"......"
[Then can you take the heat for me? I don't think I can hold on much longer,] the little sword spirit said tremblingly.
Li Qinghuan was speechless, but seeing her usually incredibly arrogant sword spirit reduced to this state... she actually felt a bizarre sense of satisfaction in her heart?
[Hmph, you brought this disaster upon yourself, so deal with it yourself!]
...
Jiang Che had gained another ultimate bodyguard, Sword Venerable Qinglian, Li Qinghuan.
As of now, he had two true Dao Protectors by his side: the Heavenly Fox Immortal Venerable and Sword Venerable Qinglian.
With two Immortal Venerable-level cultivators, Young Master Jiang could be considered truly noble now.
"Jiang Che~~~ Is the Immortal Venerable pretty?"
A faint, eerie voice sounded by Jiang Che's ear, revealing immense resentment, as a small head poked out from behind him.
Who else could it be but Yu Wan'er?
The girl vaulted over the sofa into Jiang Che's arms. With a face full of displeasure and scrutiny, her little nose sniffed at his chest.
"I smell a bratty girl! The woman you encountered wasn't just that Immortal Venerable, was she?"
"Holy crap! Your nose is that sharp?" Jiang Che's eyes widened. This Yu Wan'er was a bit too terrifying, wasn't she?
"Hmph! You dog of a man, you really deserve to die!" The girl stomped her foot viciously on Jiang Che's body, wanting to vent the intense jealousy in her heart.
[Leaving your affection everywhere, I really wish I could castrate you.]
Jiang Che spread his hands. "If I really died or got castrated, you'd probably be the first one to be unhappy about it."
"Alright, I'll stop complaining to you!" Yu Wan'er pouted, her expression gradually turning serious. "Jiang Che, a few days ago, another man claiming to be my father came looking for me."
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
