What Kind of Melodramatic Plot Is This-Jeep Monster and Cane Alien?

Star Luo Empire.

In the south, within a lushly vegetated canyon.

A rather absurd scene was playing out in a large open clearing.

"Yunche, don't run! If you're a man, come at Little White!"

A girl of around seventeen or eighteen rode atop a pitch-black fierce tiger. Her black hair, tied into a high ponytail, danced in the wind, making her look dashing and uninhibited.

The girl had fair skin and exquisite features, as if she were the Creator's proudest masterpiece. Her black fitted outfit was slightly loose, concealing her lovely figure and making it impossible to see clearly.

With a light pat from the girl, the black tiger that had spent years with its owner immediately understood. Its powerful hind-leg muscles exploded with strength, and its agile body leaped high into the air as its tiger paw struck directly at Qiangu Yunche.

"I don't understand, Sis, you really... Fuck, are you really my biological sister?"

Qiangu Yunche rolled to the side to evade the incoming tiger paw, but he failed to avoid the whip in the girl's hand.

The spot struck by the whip quickly reddened. The searing pain made Qiangu Yunche suck in a breath. He no longer wondered why his sister had named a black tiger Little White; instead, he began to doubt whether he was truly their parents' biological child!

What parents would indulge their daughter in riding a fierce tiger and whipping her own brother until his will broke?!

What kind of melodramatic plot was this—Jeep Monster and Cane Alien?!

Qiangu Yunmei gave a wicked smile at his words and swung her whip again. It cracked through the air, but this time, it failed to hit him. The prepared Qiangu Yunche dodged it.

"Oh? You actually dodged it. Not bad."

For a six-year-old child to persist for nearly half an hour under the scorching sun while tangling with her and Little White, a Soul Beast with a hundred years of cultivation, was astonishing enough. Although she and Little White had mostly been teasing him the entire time, it was still incredible.

It seemed that her little brother's mental fortitude and ability to withstand pressure were indeed exceptional.

Back when their mother had treated her the same way, she had been frightened into crying for her parents. Afterward, she had even developed a psychological shadow toward tiger-type Soul Beasts, only recovering in recent years.

Yet now, twelve years later, she had become the one sitting on a black tiger's back and whipping someone.

Regarding that, Qiangu Yunmei only wanted to say...

This was so damn cool!

Back to the point, unlike Qiangu Yunmei, who was thoroughly enjoying herself, Qiangu Yunche was truly nearing his limit.

His physical strength had been drained dry. Under extreme exhaustion and temperatures exceeding thirty-five degrees Celsius, his mind had become terribly muddled. In his daze, he seemed to see three Qiangu Yunmeis before him.

Just as he was about to collapse, a figure suddenly rushed over from afar and caught the utterly disheveled Qiangu Yunche in her arms.

Qiangu Yunmei paused halfway through jumping off the black tiger, then smiled.

"Mom, I told you Yunche wouldn't disappoint you."

This woman, who looked to be in her early thirties, resembled Qiangu Yunmei by seventy or eighty percent. Both possessed an intensely aggressive kind of beauty.

Without makeup, her lips were naturally crimson. Her bearing was crisp and frosty, combining a woman's exquisite beauty with a man's valiant handsomeness.

Yang Shu swept her gaze over Qiangu Yunmei, whose lips still held a faint smile, and gave a quiet hum. Then she picked up Qiangu Yunche and walked away as she spoke.

"If I remember correctly, your nineteenth birthday is three months away. Before then, I hope to receive news of your breakthrough to rank sixty. Otherwise, I'll send you to Heart-Burning Valley for a year of training."

The character Shu gave people a sense of brilliance and gentleness, but Yang Shu's personality was completely unlike it.

Cold severity and dominance were her defining traits, just like her Martial Soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, which revealed its sharp edge without restraint.

Qiangu Yunmei's smile abruptly froze. She hurried a few steps to catch up with Yang Shu, her eyes filled with indignation and confusion.

"Mom, why? I didn't do anything wrong. Besides, I'm only rank fifty-six right now. How could I possibly break through to Soul Emperor in three months? Aren't you deliberately trying to make me suffer?"

Yang Shu stopped and turned back to give Qiangu Yunmei a cold glance.

That glance carried no emotional fluctuation, yet it made Qiangu Yunmei feel bone-piercing cold during the hottest period of midsummer.

This was an absolute gap in strength!

Thirty-eight-year-old Yang Shu was already a rank eighty-five Battle Soul Douluo.

And like the ancestor who had once served as the head of the Medicine Hall of the world's number one sect, she followed a purely offensive path!

To cultivate the purely offensive Soul-Breaking Spear, one needed to cultivate not only Soul Power, but also one's aura.

Though Qiangu Yunmei was a cultivation genius rarely seen in the Qiangu Clan for a century, the gap between her and Yang Shu in terms of aura was like an uncrossable chasm.

"You know perfectly well what you've done. Injuring close relatives, teasing your elders, killing people in the streets... Which of these things deserves praise?"

Yang Shu's icy voice brimmed with disappointment and frustration at her failure to live up to expectations. However, Qiangu Yunmei, having recovered her composure, did not care much. She merely smiled lightly.

"Mom, honestly, I don't think I did anything wrong. Besides, didn't I learn it all from you?"

"Don't be such a hypocrite, Mom. Right?"

Yang Shu was in the midst of her anger and could not be bothered wasting more time on her eldest daughter. After a cold snort, she turned and left without giving Qiangu Yunmei another glance.

Two and a half hours later.

Qiangu Yunche woke from the warm medicinal bath. Every bone and limb in his body had already relaxed completely within the medicinal liquid brewed from countless precious herbs. Warmth flowed through his meridians and spread across his body, bringing indescribable comfort.

The Breaking Clan had served as the main force of the Tang Sect's Medicine Hall for thousands of years, proficient in all kinds of pill refinement and medicinal bath treatments. As a descendant of the Yang Family, Yang Shu had naturally inherited the various alchemical techniques of her ancestors.

This medicinal bath appeared mild, but the medicinal potency contained within was enough to easily burst a one-ring Soul Master to death.

It was only because Qiangu Yunche had used medicinal baths of varying concentrations to cleanse and strengthen his bones since the age of three that he could withstand such violent medicinal power.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have watched those Jeep Monster and Cane Alien videos before I died in my last life. What the hell is this..."

Qiangu Yunche submerged everything below his head into the emerald-green medicinal liquid and muttered to himself, his expression somewhat strange.

That was right. Qiangu Yunche was a transmigrator.

Seven years ago, he had suffered a helicopter crash while taking a sightseeing flight in his previous world. After opening and closing his eyes, he arrived on Douluo Continent.

The ancestor of the family he had been born into was none other than Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, the two Super Douluo-level consecrates of the Spirit Hall Empire ten thousand years ago!

The surname Qiangu had been changed by an ancestor whose cultivation reached the realm of Limit Douluo a thousand years ago, and it had been passed down ever since.

Now, seven years had passed, and Qiangu Yunche was already six years old.

On Douluo Continent, six was an important age that could determine the course of one's future life!

Today was precisely his sixth birthday!

However, the birthday gift he had received was clearly not quite to his liking.

As he was thinking, the wooden door was pushed open from outside. Qiangu Yunmei walked into the room with a gloomy expression and placed a set of brand-new clothes beside the specially made jade bathtub.

Then she sat in a nearby chair, casually took out a porcelain bottle from her storage Soul Tool, and tossed it directly over without caring that Qiangu Yunche's entire body was submerged in the medicinal liquid.

"This is a Mystic Water Pill. Not only is it highly nourishing, it can cleanse your tendons and marrow. Still, for you, it'll only be icing on the cake at most. Just eat it like candy."

A Mystic Water Pill?

Eat it like candy?

Qiangu Yunche only wanted to say...

How extravagant. How obscenely rich. Give me more!

The family was powerful enough that although Mystic Water Pills, each worth a fortune, were precious, obtaining them was not difficult.

Qiangu Yunche accepted the porcelain bottle without the slightest mental burden and opened it directly.

The Mystic Water Pill was deep blue all over and as large as a cherry, with many white patterns across its surface.

The moment it appeared, a faint mist spread through the surroundings. A fresh fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing the heart and mind.

The Mystic Underworld Sect was the only sect on the entire continent capable of refining Mystic Water Pills. Refining one required the blood essence of more than a dozen water-attribute Soul Beasts, along with dozens of water-attribute plants, specially blended together.

Without any hesitation, Qiangu Yunche swallowed it in one bite, then closed his eyes and began meditating.

The meditation lasted for roughly half an hour. When it ended, Qiangu Yunche felt thoroughly refreshed and comfortable, as though a heavy snowfall had suddenly fallen in a scorching desert.

Qiangu Yunmei had not left. She was still quietly watching Qiangu Yunche from her chair.

"Sis, did you argue with Mom again?"

Qiangu Yunche understood the conflict between his sister and mother well. After all, when two people with similar personalities came together, they either became like-minded friends or started fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Clearly, Qiangu Yunmei and Yang Shu were the latter.

"Argue about what? We just traded a few insults." Qiangu Yunmei curled her lips. The thought of having to train in Heart-Burning Canyon for a year three months from now made her unable to control her irritation.

Qiangu Yunche did not ask further.

He understood one thing very clearly: never casually involve himself in women's affairs, especially when both women had an exceptionally good relationship with him.

After the siblings chatted idly for a while longer, Qiangu Yunmei rose and left the room. Qiangu Yunche quickly got up, wiped himself down, and changed into his new clothes.

After leaving the room, the siblings said nothing more and walked side by side toward the family's main hall.

Of course, as they walked, Qiangu Yunmei easily surpassed Qiangu Yunche.

There was no helping it. Qiangu Yunmei, who stood over one meter seventy-five, possessed a pair of absurdly long legs. Even though Qiangu Yunche had developed early and reached one meter thirty, there was simply nothing he could do.

By the time the siblings arrived at the family's main hall, the family's upper echelons, including Yang Shu, had long since gathered. They stood upright according to cultivation and seniority. The instant the siblings stepped through the main entrance, every gaze turned toward them at once.

At the same time, the candle flames deep within the hall suddenly brightened.

A massive tiered altar table was filled with memorial tablets, arranged layer upon layer from top to bottom like a golden pyramid.

Beneath this pyramid, seven elderly men sat on wooden chairs like seven incomparably massive mountains, radiating unparalleled majesty.