Peach Banquet, Becoming Immortal in a Hundred Years

I can bring your father back to life?

Having witnessed firsthand the fall of the empire, the young Mo Shangxie suffered a deep trauma to her innocent heart.

At this moment, almost all of her hope rested on Jiang Che. Jiang Che, that sly old fox, not only manipulates his own women but now even targets children.

"Master! Master, do you really have a way to bring my father back to life?"

"Of course, but this method may come at an extremely high price."

Jiang Che, however, did not specify what the price was. Instead, he gently picked up Mo Shangxie and began to cast a spell.

Rewind time!

To stage a scene of self-sacrifice, Jiang Che even forcefully spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale instantly—as if he had drawn countless drops of his own essence.

He performed the spell right in front of Mo Shangxie, playing up the suffering... and making sure she saw it all.

Mo Shangxie was very young. If you told her about reversing the river of time and suffering karmic backlash, she would never understand. But if you spat blood, that was more than enough for her.

Sure enough, after seeing Jiang Che's wretched state, Mo Shangxie shrank her neck... a look of disbelief spreading across her face as she stared at him.

Was this... the price for resurrecting her father?

Feeling the timing was right, Jiang Che secretly crushed a "Resurrection Card" and instantly revived the Emperor of the Moluo Empire.

"I will fight you all to the death!!!"

The resurrected Emperor of Moluo roared loudly, but soon he seemed to notice something odd about his surroundings.

Why were there so many people around him?

No... wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Soon, the man spotted Mo Shangxie in Jiang Che's arms.

What followed was unnecessary to elaborate—another heartwarming father-daughter reunion, leading to a segment of gratitude toward Mr. Jiang.

"A-Are you really the Demon Ancestor???"

The Emperor of Moluo gulped. He had never dreamed that his own daughter would be taken as a disciple by such an existence.

"Father..." Mo Shangxie tugged at the man's sleeve.

"Ahem... A Xie, the Demon Ancestor is your master now. There's nothing left for me to teach you. From now on, stay by the Demon Ancestor's side..."

The Emperor of Moluo was very shrewd. Since the Demon Ancestor wanted to take on a disciple, that was reassuring!

After all, how powerful was the Demon Ancestor's cultivation? Surely he wouldn't scheme against common folk like them, right?

With reluctance, Mo Shangxie returned to Jiang Che's side.

But this time, the little girl's attitude toward Jiang Che had changed. She no longer yelled at him. Instead, she called him "Master" eagerly and frequently, after all, kindness begets kindness—and her master had brought her father back to life.

...

Years later.

"Master! There's a part of this Demonic Sutra that A Xie doesn't quite understand..."

Five years had passed. By now, Mo Shangxie had grown from an eight-year-old girl into a graceful, budding maiden. Her beauty had skyrocketed, and her once-curly twin ponytails had been tied into a high ponytail.

At just thirteen, she was already nearly one and a half meters tall, even taller than Yu Wan'er.

"Don't come to me for matters on cultivation techniques."

Jiang Che was only responsible for handing out books. Lecturing? That was never going to happen—after all, he was a blundering cultivator, his entire cultivation path a product of the system's stat boosts.

"Oh~" The girl tucked the scripture behind her back, occasionally stealing glances at Jiang Che. What a dull man her master was.

He just sat there woodenly every day, occasionally going fishing... This didn't seem like the Demon Ancestor's style at all.

"Master... Destruction Demon Emperor and Devouring Demon Emperor have already gone to attack the human realm. Aren't you going to lend a hand?"

Mo Shangxie trained every day and was almost bored out of her mind. At thirteen, a girl should be enjoying her freedom and youthful spirit—how could she obediently focus on cultivation?

"No need." Jiang Che glanced at Mo Shangxie, sensing that her feelings toward him were unusual. He suspected she might be on the path of "defeating the master."

What Jiang Che wanted to do was play the role of a distant, cold master, deliberately teasing his little disciple. He wanted to see what Mo Shangxie would eventually become.

Mr. Jiang's little kink!

"Tch, Master, you're being brooding again. Oh, by the way, Master, I heard the Heavenly Court will hold a Peach Banquet in a hundred years. Given your status, they're bound to invite you, right? Can I go with you? I've been craving those peaches from the Peach Tree for a long time..."

Mo Shangxie chattered endlessly by Jiang Che's ear, like a little swallow.

"Peach Banquet?"

Jiang Che’s mind began to stir. Since becoming the Demon Ancestor, he had never left the demon realm. He had heard rumors about the invincible Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Court but also knew the Heavenly Emperor had a mysterious origin and hadn't appeared for tens of thousands of years.

"Yes, yes! Master, that's the Peach Banquet. As the Lord of the Demon Realm, ruling over all demons, you must sit as an equal to the Heavenly Emperor and the Three Pure Ones. No, wait—you're probably even stronger than them. Could you take me to the banquet?"

Mo Shangxie's face was full of anticipation, her hands clasped together. After several years with Jiang Che, she thought she had figured out his personality and temper, often joking with him.

"Of course,"

Jiang Che nodded. Did Mo Shangxie want to eat peaches?

In Jiang Che's system, there was a peach tree that had reached the half-step dao medicine level, and it had even become sentient. Little Tao Yao had become his concubine. He could give Mo Shangxie as many peaches as she wanted. But Jiang Che understood—Mo Shangxie didn't really want the peaches.

To put it simply, she just wanted to have some fun.

"Really?" Mo Shangxie was so excited at the news that she kissed Jiang Che on the cheek.

But then, she blushed and stepped back, her gaze drifting elsewhere as she hummed a careless tune.

"You—be a little more restrained!" Jiang Che glared at Mo Shangxie, but inside he was ecstatic.

[Hehe, stole a kiss from Master, totally worth it.]

"If you want to attend the Peach Banquet, your current cultivation level won't cut it. There are still a hundred years until the Peach Banquet. In these hundred years, you must at least cultivate to the realm of a First Tribulation Immortal."

"Ah??? First Tribulation Immortal?"

Mo Shangxie's eyes widened, her face instantly falling.

She had only just started learning the path of cultivation a few years ago, yet with her extraordinary physique and status, she had already risen from the Qi Refining Stage five years ago to the peak of the Nirvana Stage.

But becoming an immortal in a hundred years?

No one in the entire Three Realms had ever heard of anyone achieving immortality in just a hundred years!