Jiang Che had been locked in the dark room for over a thousand years.
"Sister sits at the bow of the boat, brother walks along the shore..."
In the abyssal palace, Jiang Che sat by the window, humming a tune to himself. He had to admit... Ji Qingyi was indeed a complete psycho, the craziest woman he had ever met—no exceptions.
Bai Jie was nothing but a well-behaved girl next to Ji Qingyi.
Jiang Che raised his hand and took out a mirror. In the reflection, his face looked weak, pale as paper—clearly a sign of kidney depletion.
"This little disciple of mine is truly a madwoman!"
Jiang Che sighed. Ji Qingyi's craziness was pathological. Just look at what she had done to him!
Still, she hadn't gone too far, and he was somewhat enjoying it. Otherwise, he would have flipped the table long ago.
But right now, he was truly drained. At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the saying, "Lust is a knife that carves away the bone."
Before long, Ji Qingyi returned.
She was dressed in a fiery red and black gown, her long hair cascading down. Her appearance had fully overlapped with her future self—exuding an almost demonic beauty.
"Master, who are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the Demon Sovereign Yao Yue to come and save you?"
Ji Qingyi glanced at Jiang Che. He was now completely trapped in her demon palace, reduced to a mortal master at her mercy.
"I'm not waiting for anyone. No one will come," Jiang Che said in a calm tone.
"Then can you tell me where you've hidden the Demon Sovereign Yao Yue?" Ji Qingyi walked over to him, knelt down, and took his arm, rubbing it against her cheek with an intimate gesture.
However, Jiang Che's arm was covered in scars.
"What if I told you I don't know? Would you believe me?"
Jiang Che smiled, showing no fear of Ji Qingyi. In fact, he was even provoking her.
"Heh—"
Ji Qingyi let out a light laugh. "Master, I'm not stupid. You sent the Demon Sovereign Yao Yue to senior sister, didn't you?"
"Do you think... A Xie is on your side... or on mine?"
Ji Qingyi clapped her hands, revealing a twisted smile.
Then, she clapped again, and a figure slowly stepped out from within the hall.
A white-robed figure with long hair trailing down to her calves—it was none other than Jiang Che’s eldest disciple, Mo Shangxie!
"Master, long time no see!" Mo Shangxie also smiled, walking step by step to stand beside Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi and Mo Shangxie had actually teamed up?
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
"Master, I’m sorry. The task you gave me... I failed. I gave the Demon Sovereign Yao Yue to my junior sister as a gift, in exchange for her letting me share you with her," Mo Shangxie said softly, her voice carrying a hint of yandere obsession.
Jiang Che: "..."
Ladies, ladies, are you really treating me like some disposable toy?
Now you’re joining forces to imprison me?
I can't even handle one of you, let alone two!
Wait! No way!
Given Ji Qingyi’s possessiveness, there was absolutely no way she would allow anyone else to share him—not even Mo Shangxie.
After all, Ji Qingyi had once gone to great lengths to make Mo Shangxie withdraw out of guilt. How could she possibly bring back such a powerful rival over something like Yao Yue?
"Heh heh, A Xie, you came just in time. Let Master hold you—it’s been a long time since he spoiled you..."
Jiang Che deliberately walked toward A Xie, even putting on an infatuated expression.
But soon, Ji Qingyi’s face changed!
The next moment, A Xie’s figure gradually became hazy, and her features slowly transformed into Ji Qingyi’s face.
Ji Qingyi’s expression turned dark and gloomy.
“Heh, Master, you truly have sharp eyes. Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?”
Jiang Che was speechless. Sure enough, it was Ji Qingyi testing him.
In truth, Jiang Che knew his eldest disciple, A Xie, quite well. She had a lively personality, with a hint of hidden tsundere, but she would never do anything to betray him.
“Disciple, your time is running out. I have only nine thousand years left before I completely transcend. My current loss of cultivation is merely a brief dormant phase.”
Jiang Che spoke calmly, but his words struck Ji Qingyi’s heart precisely.
Ji Qingyi remained silent. She had been married to Jiang Che for over a thousand years. During that time, she had essentially explored every aspect of Jiang Che that could be explored, and naturally, she had discovered his immortality!
No matter how severe Jiang Che’s injuries were, they could never threaten his life.
So she had also guessed that her master’s fall to mortality was only temporary. Eventually, he would ascend to his peak again—and then settle the score with her, this wayward disciple.
“Oh—” Ji Qingyi lowered her eyes.
Although she had spent an entire millennium with her master, it was far from enough. She wanted to be with him forever, living a life with just the two of them.
No one else was allowed to interfere!
But now, Jiang Che said he only had nine thousand years left before he would regain his peak strength. How could she accept that?
Right now, only three options lay before her!
First, within these less than ten thousand years, step into the same transcendent realm as her master!
Second, kill her master completely, and then sacrifice herself in death!
Third, over these nine thousand years, shape her master into her own slave, thereby fully controlling him.
But the third option was clearly impossible. In this past millennium, she had exhausted every method she could think of, yet her master remained unmoved.
“Master... do you know? Everyone outside is cursing your disciple now!” Ji Qingyi hugged Jiang Che, resting her head against him like a delicate little girlfriend.
“But don’t worry, it won’t last long. Your disciple has already formed the foundation of the Evil Spirit Dao. By refining all beings across the Three Realms, every cultivator will become the nourishment for me to step into transcendence. Once I reach supreme transcendence, even you... should be unable to do anything to me, right?”
Jiang Che: “...”
Little sister, where did you get this courage?
Transcendence?
Is reaching transcendence really that easy?
Jiang Che chuckled coldly. Based on what he knew of Ji Qingyi from a million years in the future, it was clear that she had failed.
The Ji Qingyi who created the Evil Spirit Dao was on a level lower than even Yu Wan’er’s father, Yu Chuan, the president of the Destiny Association. How could she ever compete for the transcendent realm?
As the River God had once said, all transcendent beings were destined for invincibility from birth, and almost all of them had joined an organization called the Travelers.
The Travelers’ Guild stood at the pinnacle of this world. How vast were the Myriad Heavens? Even the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms were just one plane among the infinite universe.
But no matter how many realms there are, the number of Transcendents is exceedingly scarce. They roam across the myriad worlds, truly travelers walking beyond the boundaries of existence.
For instance, the pinnacle powerhouse of the Nine Heavens is the peerless Immortal Emperor who has fused with the origin of the Dao. In another realm, there might be a master of talisman cultivation known as the 'Six-Transformation Rune God,' or a Mech-God of the mecha world. Yet no matter how powerful they are, none can measure up to a Transcendent.
Jiang Che did not believe that Ji Qingyi could achieve transcendence.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
