Jiang Che worked swiftly, and in less than half an hour... three dishes and a soup were already prepared.
"How about it? What do you think of my braised pork?"
Jiang Che lifted a steaming plate of braised pork, its glossy, vibrant color and rich aroma utterly tantalizing.
Shen Yu: "..."
"Gurgle—"
Clearly, even a genius beauty like her was still human—and humans needed to eat!
Without a word, Shen Yu silently walked out of the kitchen.
At the dining table, she sat stiffly, her stomach growling incessantly until Jiang Che served her a bowl of rice.
"Thank you~"
Her voice was barely audible before she buried her face in the meal.
No human could resist the skills of a culinary god!
Jiang Che’s SSS-tier cooking ability was almost conceptual—any dish that passed through his hands carried flavors that could rouse the pinnacle of sensory delight.
It was like the legendary "golden fried rice" from that anime, a single bowl capable of sending a woman into euphoria!
While Jiang Che’s cooking wasn’t quite that terrifying, it had already surpassed human limits.
Without exaggeration, with skills like this, even if you looked like a troll, you could effortlessly win over an ice-cold goddess.
[W-why... Why is this so delicious?!]
Shen Yu switched into ravenous mode, devouring the food so ferociously that Jiang Che nearly laughed.
Even if your heart was sealed in concrete... I’d still crack it open!
After satisfying her hunger, Shen Yu finally took a closer look at the dishes before her.
Logically speaking... these were just ordinary ingredients. How could they smell this good? Had Jiang Che added some kind of flavor enhancer?
Never mind—she’d worry about that after filling her stomach.
......
"Oh, by the way, I solved the problem Jiang Che gave me earlier."
"I’ve proven the Seven Bridges Problem unsolvable. It’s actually quite simple—just apply topology and construct a mathematical model."
While shoveling food into her mouth, Shen Yu pulled out a thick stack of proof papers.
"I never doubted you~"
Jiang Che chuckled.
The Seven Bridges Problem itself wasn’t particularly difficult—its true significance lay in birthing an entire branch of mathematics: topology.
But in this world, the mathematical framework was already well-developed, making it feel like bringing a lightsaber to a caveman fight.
"How about other math problems? Need my help?"
Jiang Che grinned.
"No! I can handle them myself!"
Shen Yu’s tone was resolute. Though the problems were challenging, she had absolute confidence in her abilities.
"Burp—"
Mid-sentence, the girl let out a tiny hiccup.
"Ah, Shen Yu, seems like you’re full. You ate all the food... so what am I supposed to eat?"
Jiang Che’s smile turned increasingly mischievous, sending a chill down Shen Yu’s spine.
"Though... there is one last dish left on the table—Stir-Fried Little Fish~ I’ve been craving it."
Shen Yu: "..."
"Jiang Che, do you really possess futuristic technology? Can the tech you have actually help me?"
Shen Yu’s voice was calm, but probing.
"Tch—aren’t we practically at the point of sharing a bed? And you’re still questioning me?"
Jiang Che sighed, rubbing his temples.
"You need to prove it. Make me believe you..."
"Heh... Didn’t I say? Exchanging high-tech requires points. My system runs on romance points—you’ve never once been moved by me, so my points are stuck at zero. How am I supposed to trade anything?"
Jiang Che countered effortlessly, leaving Shen Yu speechless.
"Besides, I’m terrible at saving. The moment I get points, I spend them all. Who even bothers with tech these days? I’ve already switched to cultivation."
With a smirk, Jiang Che raised his palm—and a pure white dan flame erupted from it.
Like a magic trick, he casually tossed the fireball onto Shen Yu’s desk. The terrifying heat instantly reduced it to ashes, along with the densely packed draft calculations scattered across it.
"You—what the—"
Shen Yu’s entire worldview trembled.
How could fire shoot from a human’s hand?!
This defies all logic!!!
It had to be some kind of trick. She was a staunch materialist, after all.
"Jiang Che, you can’t fool me with cheap magic."
"Oh? What about this?"
Jiang Che’s playful side emerged. Oh, you’re a hardcore materialist?
How would you cope when faced with actual cultivation? Your poor little worldview might just shatter.
No longer holding back, Jiang Che unleashed the full extent of his early-stage grandmaster cultivation.
Pure white qi surged from his body, rapidly solidifying into a near-tangible protective barrier.
The sheer pressure of his internal energy was overwhelming.
Shen Yu’s lips parted slightly, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Well? Still think it’s magic? Girl... read fewer books and browse the internet more."
Jiang Che grinned, thoroughly enjoying her shell-shocked expression.
Ancient martial artists weren’t exactly a secret in Dragon Country—plenty of videos about them circulated online.
But Shen Yu clearly wasn’t much of an internet surfer. Living in isolation, she’d trapped herself in an informational bubble.
"So you’re—"
"An ancient martial artist. Get it?" Jiang Che pinched Shen Yu’s soft cheek. Not bad.
"I’ve... heard of them."
She nodded numbly. She had heard of ancient martial artists, but in her mind, they were still human. Jiang Che’s display, however, was anything but human.
"I’m a grandmaster. My inner energy can form a protective barrier—strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast."
While messing with her, Jiang Che shamelessly inflated his own legend.
[Withstand a nuke?!]
Shen Yu’s worldview crumbled into dust. This is too much!
If that were true... did that mean gods and immortals existed too?
She refused to believe it!
"Tsk tsk tsk, Little Yu’er, you still don’t seem convinced?"
"You think science is so reliable? How would you explain my protective barrier with physics?"
Jiang Che took Shen Yu’s delicate hand and pressed it against his rock-hard... barrier.
"Go on, feel it. It can expand, shrink, even solidify... Can your precious physics explain that?"
Shen Yu short-circuited.
Does... physics no longer apply?
While Shen Yu’s mind reeled, Jiang Che was having the time of his life.
"Honestly, I know this is shocking for you, but... the real mind-blowing stuff is yet to come."
His gaze shifted to the orange cat lounging on the sofa.
"Want to bet I can turn this cat into a beautiful girl?"
Shen Yu: "???"
Jiang Che’s smile deepened. Her worldview’s already been nuked—why not drop another bomb?
[A cat... transforming into a human?]
[That’s impossible. That’s not science.]
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
