“Ah...Ah-choo!”
Jiang Che suddenly sneezed violently. “Who’s bad-mouthing me?”
His gaze then fell on Yu Wan'er, who was nestled in his arms. “Was it you?”
“......”
You’re seriously blaming me for this?
Under normal circumstances, she might’ve fired back with some choice words, but right now, she was utterly exhausted. It was better not to provoke him. She simply shot him a glare before curling up to sleep.
Undeterred, Jiang Che pulled her even tighter into his embrace.
---
Jiang Yunhuang worked fast. In just two days, he had arranged an extravagant celebration banquet for Jiang Che’s academic success.
While it wasn’t as over-the-top as 888 tables, he still managed to set up 99 tables—far more lavish than most weddings.
With ten guests per table, that meant 990 people, and factoring in additional attendees… damn, over a thousand guests!
“My grandpa’s competitiveness is really something else…”
Jiang Che was floored when he heard the news.
Jiang Yunhuang had been burning up the phone lines, summoning old friends he hadn’t seen in decades. Some had even passed away, so their descendants showed up in their place.
Naturally, Yu Wan'er and the other girls were present too, seated together at a large banquet table.
The sheer number of guests was staggering. A nearly thousand-person feast was a rare spectacle, filling the Jiang Family Manor to capacity.
Thankfully, the Jiang family had plenty of servants to keep things running smoothly—otherwise, it would’ve descended into chaos.
Those in attendance were either elite figures from Ancient Martial Arts Sects or high-ranking dignitaries.
In such a setting, even if Jiang Che wanted to slack off… there was no chance.
---
“Ruoxu, you should learn more from your elder cousin when it comes to academics.”
Jiang Yunhuang shot a disapproving glare at his own grandson.
Jiang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes at Jiang Che, resentment burning in his gaze. He was supposed to be the prodigy, the center of attention—yet his cousin had stolen all the limelight.
Back then, I lost to you when I was at the mid-stage of Transform Force and you were at the late-stage. But now, I’ve reached half-step Grandmaster. How will you handle this?
Care to test me?
No matter how talented Jiang Ruoxu was, he was still just a hot-headed 15-year-old with zero patience for subtlety.
Jiang Che smirked. This kid’s gotten stronger?
But in the next instant, he raised his hand and “lightly” patted Jiang Ruoxu’s shoulder—with enough force to nearly knock the boy sideways.
A slap to humble the arrogant.
“You—!”
Jiang Ruoxu glared at Jiang Che, fury blazing in his eyes.
Damn it, I let my guard down! How did this late-stage Transform Force scrub catch me off guard?!
“Little bro, I heard you only scored 192 on your high school entrance exam, right?”
Jiang Che deliberately spoke loudly, even amplifying his voice with internal energy so half the banquet could hear.
All eyes turned toward them. Jiang Ruoxu froze, utterly humiliated.
Public execution!
He was so embarrassed he could’ve dug a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.
“Wait, seriously? Jiang Yunhuang’s grandson only scored 192?”
“No way. I heard the exam’s total score is 660 in the capital. 192 is lower than my blood pressure!”
“Still, gotta admit, Jiang Ruoxu’s martial talent is insane. Reaching half-step Grandmaster at his age? The Jiang family’s got brains and brawn—what a combo.”
“That kid’s definitely surpassing Jiang Yunhuang. Another future Grandmaster of Heavenly Force in the making!”
At first, Jiang Ruoxu’s face was beet-red, but as the crowd shifted to praising his martial prowess, his lips curled into a smirk.
Whack!
A sharp smack echoed—not on his face, but on his head. (No need to publicly shame him and risk pushing him over the edge.)
“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop smirking!”
“You—” Jiang Ruoxu clenched his fists, trembling with rage, but he forced himself to hold back.
Nearby, Jiang Yunhuang’s eyes lit up as he sensed something.
Wait… my grandson’s already reached the Grandmaster realm?
And mid-stage at that? How is he progressing so fast?!
Then it hit him—Jiang Che had that mysteriously godlike martial arts mentor.
Ah, that explains it.
With a teacher like that, rapid advancement wasn’t so surprising.
---
The guest list was extensive, including nearly every prominent Ancient Martial Arts family.
Even the Chen family showed up.
Chen Tiansheng and Chen Hao strutted around, soaking up the attention.
“Ah, Grandmaster Chen! What an honor! I heard your daughter and Young Master Jiang…”
“Oh, no, no. My Ningshuang is merely one of Young Master Jiang’s followers.” Chen Tiansheng feigned modesty, but pride oozed from his tone.
His own cultivation might’ve plateaued at early-stage Grandmaster, but even veteran Grandmasters now addressed him with respect.
Chen Hao was loving it too—top-tier heirs were suddenly cozying up to him.
“Young Master Jiang’s loyalty is unmatched. Even though he’s my brother-in-law, I still call him Big Bro Jiang!”
Once he’d accepted reality, Chen Hao embraced the role wholeheartedly. Sometimes he marveled: Just how big can a backer get?
Meanwhile, Chen Ningshuang blushed furiously, her face nearly dripping with embarrassment.
She’d never imagined things would turn out like this. After angering Jiang Che, she’d feared the worst—that she’d doomed the entire Chen Family Village and resigned herself to sacrifice.
But now? The whole village—herself included—had grown addicted to Jiang Che’s favor.
Her father and the others craved his influence… while she craved his phy—ahem—his presence.
---
Once all the guests had arrived, the banquet officially began.
Jiang Yunhuang couldn’t wait to show off, his face glowing with pride.
After all, Jiang Che was the nation’s top scholar—a perfect-score champion, no less. That kind of prestige rivalled his own status as the world’s top martial arts authority.
Then came the classic “roll call” segment:
The [X] family presents a priceless Hetian jade worth hundreds of millions as tribute…
The [Y] sect offers a millennia-old herb of incalculable value…
As Jiang Che listened, a sudden unease prickled at him.
Crap, why does this feel so familiar?
But he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen this before.
Just then—a voice dripping with arrogance cut through the crowd from the back.
【Excuse me... where is Shangli Qianyi seated?】
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!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
