"Ding, congratulations to the host for bravely taking the first step. The Super Divine Cultivation System has been activated."
In the dim room, Wang Jianqiang's hand froze in his pants.
What's going on?
He was just doing a simple craft, and the system got activated?
So activating the system is that easy?
Wang Jianqiang was a transmigrator.
A transmigrator deeply influenced by novels.
So much so that when he first arrived in this world, he threw himself into the great cause of immortality without hesitation.
When he first arrived, he thought he was the chosen one, and full of ambition, he joined the Hehuan Sect.
He was determined to embark on the immortal path and achieve longevity.
However, ideals are grand, but reality is painfully cruel.
His talent was poor, so much so that even at over ninety years of age, he was still stuck at the third layer of Qi Refining.
Breaking through to Foundation Building was still a distant dream.
Longevity?
It was merely a beautiful fantasy.
What saddened him more was that, influenced by certain novels in his past life, he had always believed that women would only slow down his sword-drawing speed.
Thus, even though he was in an open-minded sect filled with beautiful women, he remained chaste.
So much so that he was still a virgin to this day.
Just now, he had decided to break his vow for once and reward himself.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally awakened the system!
Who the hell said that women slow down your sword-drawing speed?
Who the hell promoted novels with no female leads?
Thinking back on the years when he resolutely pushed aside romance and focused entirely on cultivation, he couldn't help but feel dark inside.
He gritted his teeth in anger.
If he could go back, he would make those who praised novels with no female leads pay!
Knock, knock, knock.
At this moment, a knock at the door suddenly sounded.
Wang Jianqiang stood up and opened the door, and a graceful figure appeared before him.
Upon seeing the visitor, Wang Jianqiang furrowed his brows imperceptibly and forced a smile on his wrinkled face.
"Jiao Jiao, it's been a while since I've seen you. What made you suddenly think of coming to visit your uncle?"
The visitor was named Chen Jiao Jiao, the niece of one of his friends.
She had joined the Hehuan Sect seventeen years ago, and the following year, his friend passed away. Before dying, he entrusted Chen Jiao Jiao to him for care.
This friend had once done him a favor, and in gratitude, Wang Jianqiang had gladly agreed to take care of her, treating her like his own.
Up until now, most of Chen Jiao Jiao's cultivation resources had been provided by him.
At first, Chen Jiao Jiao was respectful, but as time passed, Wang Jianqiang noticed that her gratitude turned into entitlement.
In recent years, her attitude had become increasingly worse, and he had even sensed disdain and disgust from her more than once.
"Uncle Wang."
Chen Jiao Jiao looked at Wang Jianqiang's wrinkled, aging face, trying to suppress the disgust in her heart as she spoke, "The pills you gave me before the New Year are all used up. Hurry up and get me some more."
"You still want Spirit Gathering Pills?"
Wang Jianqiang frowned upon hearing this.
Due to his slow progress in cultivation, he had deliberately learned alchemy.
However, his talent in alchemy was just as bad as his cultivation talent. After more than twenty years of hard work, he had only barely become a low-level First-Grade Alchemist.
With such low-level alchemy skills, he could not make up for his extremely poor physical constitution.
However, it had made him financially well-off.
That was why he could afford to supply Chen Jiao Jiao.
Before the New Year, in order to help her break through her realm, he had painstakingly gathered ten Spirit Gathering Pills for her.
Spirit Gathering Pills were a mid-level First-Grade spirit pill, which, naturally, was not something a low-level First-Grade Alchemist like him could refine. He had bought them from the outer sect hall.
They were quite valuable, and ordinary cultivators at the fifth or sixth layer of Qi Refining couldn't afford them.
Although he was an alchemist, he not only had to cultivate for himself, but also had to support Chen Jiao Jiao. His expenses were high, and he hadn't accumulated much wealth.
Buying those ten Spirit Gathering Pills had used up most of his savings.
And she still wanted more?
Before Wang Jianqiang could speak again, Chen Jiao Jiao's voice, filled with disdain, reached his ears.
"Spirit Gathering Pills are good, but they're a bit too low-level."
"Get me ten Qing Ling Pills. I need to break through to the seventh layer of Qi Refining as soon as possible."
Wang Jianqiang was stunned, then couldn't help but laugh.
His smile was filled with mockery.
Qing Ling Pills?
She really had the audacity to ask for those!
Qing Ling Pills were one of the top-tier pills among mid-level First-Grade pills, and one of them was worth nearly ten Spirit Gathering Pills.
How dare she ask for such a thing?
Not only could he not afford it, but even if he could, he wouldn't give it to her.
He had been deeply hurt by Chen Jiao Jiao's behavior in recent years.
Since she was an ungrateful wolf, he might as well stop taking care of her…
"What are you laughing at?"
Seemingly noticing the mockery in Wang Jianqiang's laugh, Chen Jiao Jiao froze for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed.
Wang Jianqiang's smile faded, and he shook his head coldly.
"Go away. From now on, I won't give you any more resources."
Chen Jiao Jiao was incredulous. "What did you say?"
"Isn't it clear enough? From now on, there's no relationship between us. Don't come looking for me anymore," Wang Jianqiang said indifferently.
"You... how could you do this?"
"You and my uncle were old friends, and my uncle helped you. How can you abandon me?"
"Don't you have a conscience?"
"Are you going to forget the kindness you were shown?"
Chen Jiao Jiao finally came to her senses, her voice sharp as she pointed at Wang Jianqiang, her white, smooth fingers trembling in agitation.
Wang Jianqiang stared at her emotionlessly.
Her uncle had indeed offered him some guidance when he first entered the sect, but he had cared for Chen Jiao Jiao for sixteen years, repaying the kindness several times over.
He didn't want to argue anymore, only shaking his head.
"You know what you've thought of me all these years, and how you've talked about me behind my back. Leave. Once the words are said, nobody looks good."
Chen Jiao Jiao's expression kept changing at his words.
Wang Jianqiang had long been known as a waste in the outer sect, a laughingstock for all the disciples.
As Wang Jianqiang's "niece," she naturally attracted strange looks when walking through the sect.
She hadn't cared much about it when she was younger, but as she grew older, her attitude had gradually changed.
Especially after she formed a partnership with her Dao companion, under his influence, her relationship with Wang Jianqiang had become a source of shame in her life.
But Wang Jianqiang had given her so much that she couldn't bear to sever the connection.
So, she claimed to have broken ties with Wang Jianqiang on the outside, mocking him alongside others, while still maintaining contact with him privately.
What she hadn't expected was that her changed mindset had silently influenced her behavior toward Wang Jianqiang.
Though she had tried hard to disguise it, her occasional "genuine emotion" was still keenly sensed by Wang Jianqiang.
The resources Wang Jianqiang had given her had occupied the majority of her usual cultivation resources.
If she truly cut ties with Wang Jianqiang, she couldn't imagine how difficult her cultivation journey would be in the future.
At the thought of this, her face turned pale.
Wang Jianqiang looked at Chen Jiao Jiao's delicate and beautiful face, her slender and full body, and the white, smooth legs under her skirt...
He had always seen Chen Jiao Jiao as a junior and hadn't thought of her in other ways.
But now, seeing her like this, he couldn't help but feel a certain stirring.
As this thought crossed his mind, inspiration surged within him.
He coughed lightly and said, "Jiao Jiao, don't say I'm not giving you a chance. As long as you agree to one condition, I'll forgive you."
Chen Jiao Jiao, who had already given up, was instantly revitalized upon hearing Wang Jianqiang's words. "Uncle, I was wrong. Tell me, I'll agree to whatever you say."
You didn't realize you were wrong—you're just scared.
Wang Jianqiang sneered, ignoring her feigned sincerity, and smiled at her.
"Sleep with me, and I'll forgive you."