All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

Actually, women are the best at deceiving others, especially... themselves.

From the moment Qiu Lengyan's mind was filled with thoughts of the boy, she no longer had the right to say that she "didn't care about him at all."

……

Being targeted by Qiu Lengyan wasn't the worst thing that happened to them.

In fact, around the world today, the truly powerful people have all obtained Jiang Tang's information with the highest level of authority and have repeatedly reviewed and studied it.

As the world's first person with perfect genes.

He seems to be entitled to shoulder something more important: the responsibility of leading humanity toward glory.

For example, having children.

Take Qiu Lengyan as an example. Her genetic match with Jiang Tang is 100%, and what she is most proud of is her achievement in music and art.

Therefore, the possibility that she and Jiang Tang would have children, and that these children would inherit and develop this artistic talent to its fullest potential, is the greatest.

Their children are very likely to be the greatest artists of the future, opening a new chapter in the art world, proficient in the nine arts: literature, music, dance, painting, sculpture, drama, architecture, film, and video games.

These cover almost every aspect of human life, especially for players who have been playing for a long time. They might even worship Jiang Tang and Qiu Lengyan's child as a god.

At that time, Miyazaki Takashi will truly be dethroned.

Correspondingly, there are other outstanding women whose genes match Jiang Tang's with a 100% match.

Their qualities will also be carried forward and amplified to the fullest extent in their offspring.

It can be force, it can be political maneuvering, it can be science, it can be...

"He will become the Adam of the new world."

A kind-looking old man said this, naturally in English.

Before him, the elegant and composed blonde girl in court attire quietly clenched her small fists and remained silent.

"I don't want to..."

"Put away your arrogance, Lilith. Perhaps in his eyes, we are the flawed creations of God."

“…I’m sorry, Grandfather.”

"Prepare yourself and head to that ancient land in the East."

Although still kind and calm in tone, it was already an order from those in power that could not be questioned.

Despite her sorrow, the blonde girl's beauty remained radiant. She bowed and took her leave.

……

A night when the moon is obscured by dark clouds, and the courtyard is completely silent.

The elderly patriarch suddenly took an interest in fighting the youngest but most talented girl in the family, sword in hand.

Despite being a frail old man, the moment he donned his armor and drew his sword, he suddenly unleashed an aura that would startle even the most renowned swordsmen of his time.

However, this scene was nothing out of the ordinary eyes of the girl with the bangs who was focused on holding her sword.

He couldn't even stir a ripple in her eyes.

A clear and bright sword heart.

She held a katana that had not yet been sharpened, while her opponent, the head of the Miyamoto family, was already wielding the legendary sword, Hōki Kunisuna.

"Little Wu, you'd better go easy on Grandpa!"

While exuding a powerful sense of oppression, he also squinted his eyes and begged the girl to let him go, using the old man's uniquely humorous tone.

“I will,” the girl known as “Mai-hidden” replied.

However, the old man seemed to have seized the opportunity and rushed in with his sword. In that instant, even the leaves falling from the sky were cut in half, the cut as smooth as if they had been cut with a precision instrument.

"That old rascal is as cunning as ever," an elderly woman in an expensive kimono said with a shake of her head and a smile.

Although her kind face is now covered with wrinkles, one can still vaguely see in her eyes what she was once a woman of unparalleled beauty.

Beside her, the contemporary great swordsman bowed respectfully and held her arm, yet he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"If he weren't cunning, perhaps the master would have died fifty years ago."

"But in the face of true strength, no amount of tricks will work."

As soon as she finished speaking, dust billowed up as the girl's knife pierced through the heavy covering, already reaching the old man's throat, just an inch further.

Even an unsharpened katana can kill.

The moment he drew his sword, the clouds parted and the moon shone brightly, casting the moonlight from the heavens onto the blade in a beautiful, gentle way, as if it were coated with a layer of soft silver.

The old man's eyes were moist, a stark contrast to the girl's calm, expressionless face.

"Thank you for your concession," she said calmly, as if she had foreseen the inevitable outcome before even drawing her sword, rather than as if she had just won a victory.

The old man wiped away his tears, but his smile remained.

Because he seemed to witness the resurrection of his ancestor, and that the great man's swordsmanship would be perfected in the girl before him.

Even to refine one's skills, until reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Sigh, she won't give in to me either. Xiao Wuzang really doesn't hold back."

Is victory such an important thing to you?

The old man, with a serious expression, made a joke as if he were trying to scare the young girl.

Miyamoto Maizo tilted her head, her dark black hair falling down, and her eyes, sharp as swords and seemingly too sharp even to her own awareness, gazed at her grandfather with a puzzled look.

The girl pondered for a moment, then suddenly seemed to understand something, her eyes lighting up.

Then, in a very clumsy manner, his wrist gave way and the katana fell to the ground.

"Oh dear... I lost."

She plopped down on the ground with her knees bent inward and her legs spread apart, a cute and lovely sitting posture typical of a young girl.

"..."

This made the old man so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard, while everyone around him laughed.

The girl alone looked bewildered. She couldn't win, and she couldn't lose. What should she do about Wu Zang?

Half an hour later, the girl was kneeling quietly in the room where a mat had been laid out, receiving instruction from her teacher on flower arranging and tea ceremony.

She had been working hard since she was a child to become someone's bride.

They are undergoing what is known as "bride training".

Now, it seems that a glimmer of hope has finally appeared.

She didn't pay much attention in her last class before setting off, which was completely different from the obedient and well-behaved girl she used to be.

After class, the teacher checked her notebook and found it filled with Chinese characters.

Perhaps more accurately, it is a person's name.

—Jiang Tang.

The girl wrote in crooked handwriting.

"It is Wuzang's honor to be Lord Jiang Tang's dog."

The flower arrangement teacher's hands trembled slightly.

So... it's clearly a bride's spiritual practice!

What went wrong in the process that made this innocent and naive girl dream of becoming Lord Jiang Tang's dog?

027 Teacher Qianyu

Qiu Lengyan's songs are very beautiful; it's a real pity that she left her concert.

Jiang Tang hesitated only for a moment before giving in to Shi Xue's temper and walking out of the concert with her in a generous manner.

Anyway, there will be other opportunities to hear her songs in the future.

Jiang Tang is the kind of person who, even if you like to eat eggs, doesn't necessarily have to look at the hen that laid them.

So he doesn't care about Qiu Lengyan; he's loyal to his work and not swayed by people.

If most fans thought like Jiang Tang, there wouldn't be so much chaos in the fandom, and the works would be much better.

Despite leaving her idol's concert, Ye Shixue seemed to be in an unusually good mood, indicating that she had made her own choice.

Jiang Tang and she held hands and walked towards the brightly lit night market in the distance.

There are lots of delicious foods at the night market. The food stalls are brightly lit with neon lights at night, and there are seafood barbecue and spicy hot pot. It's not the kind that costs six yuan a serving, but something like hot pot. People gather together and have a lively time.

Jiang Tang suddenly remembered that he had actually walked this street with An Qianxi.

Let's have barbecue and hot pot together.

There was a small shop selling candied hawthorns ahead. She liked to eat the colorful skewers of fruit, but she hated hawthorns, so Jiang Tang always ate the bottom layer of hawthorns.

Why do some people like candied hawthorn berries but not real hawthorn berries?

I don't like the bitterness that's wrapped in sugar.

But in the end, I still like... candied hawthorn.

Actually, once, after she ate hawthorn, she turned her head away.

Jiang Tang secretly looked at her and noticed that she was so touched that tears welled up in her eyes.

Perhaps An Qianxi is an idiot, Jiang Tang concluded.

Ye Shixue, holding her master's arm, walked with a swaying gait. The soft ripples forced Jiang Tang to withdraw his thoughts and cough softly.

"We can stroll around and eat at our leisure, or go to the riverbank and enjoy the breeze, whatever we'd like to eat."

"The night is still long, I will stay with you."

His words were calm yet firm, bringing Shixue a strange sense of sweetness and security.

She was a girl who was easily satisfied.

It's worth mentioning that Ye Shixue was still wearing the fluorescent cat ears she bought outside the stadium.