Yu Wan'er never once bothered to give Yu Chuan a proper look; her attention was always on Jiang Che.
Yu Chuan: "..."
After a long silence, Yu Chuan let out a bitter smile.
Clearly, his own daughter hated him to the core, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen such a decisive way to express her disgust.
Even someone as powerful as Yu Chuan couldn't escape the bonds of emotion.
"Then... take these things. Consider them my compensation for all these years of neglect..."
The Old Geezer pulled out a spiritual pearl, radiating an aura of immortal energy that clearly marked it as no ordinary item.
"Hmph—" Yu Wan'er snorted coldly, turning her face away with a proud expression.
"Inside, there are six strands of the Great Dao Origin I've painstakingly gathered over millions of years of cultivation, along with numerous treasures..."
Jiang Che glanced at Yu Chuan. To him, this so-called Great Dao Origin was worthless—let alone to him, even members of the Travelers could casually create such things in abundance.
But he decided to save some face for his father-in-law.
Yu Wan'er looked at Jiang Che, as if asking whether they should accept it.
She didn't know that Jiang Che had already reached the Unsurpassable Realm; in her mind, the Great Dao Origin was still a rare and precious treasure.
"Keep it," Jiang Che said calmly.
Instantly, Yu Chuan shot him a grateful look.
At least Mr. Jiang had spared his dignity. As the Leader of the Travelers, the Great Dao Origin meant nothing to him.
...
After Yu Chuan left.
Yu Wan'er snorted again, but her expression was clearly trembling.
"It's alright!" Jiang Che pulled Yu Wan'er into his arms, his gaze full of affection.
"Tch, what kind of biological father is that? He gave birth but didn't raise me—I don't want him!"
"But you called me 'Dad' just now, didn't you? That sort of thing we should keep between us... aren't you being a bit too bold?"
Yu Wan'er rolled her eyes at him. "Tch, aren't you the one who taught me that?"
Jiang Che was left speechless.
Who had tuned Yu Wan'er to be like this?
Oh, right—it was me. Then never mind!
The Yu Wan'er now had become almost a completely different person from before. This loli succubus had grown into her strongest form.
Just then, Yu Wan'er furrowed her brow slightly. "Jiang Che, the baby's kicking me."
The girl lowered her eyes, looking gloomily at her pregnant belly.
Though being a cultivator meant she rarely dealt with morning sickness, carrying a big belly was still a huge hassle.
"He's kicking you? Later, when they're born, I'll kick them back for you!"
Despite his words, Jiang Che placed his hand gently on Yu Wan'er's belly.
At that moment, his heart softened. After all, it was his own flesh and blood. Even though Jiang Che had ascended beyond the Transcendence Realm, he still couldn't break free from the bonds of emotion.
In organizations like the Travelers, many had abandoned emotion, becoming as purely logical as Taishang Forgetting Emotion Immortal—like that Doctor, who represented absolute reason.
Yet many others, even after stepping into the Transcendence Realm, held onto all kinds of feelings, just like ordinary people, still tied down by them.
Before long, Yu Wan'er fell asleep in Jiang Che's arms, holding him tightly like a little sloth.
...
Jiang Che spent a full ten-plus years accompanying his women.
Of course, for someone like him now, time had become just a tool.
With a single thought, he could stop the entire world within his inner realm.
During this time, he also went to the Gate of Time to revive Yao Yue, who had been sealed for a million years.
"Lord... Lord Demon Ancestor?"
The first thing Yao Yue saw when she opened her eyes was the person she had longed for day and night.
Yao Yue's frozen state was different from Di Zhao's. Di Zhao was sealed in an ice coffin with only her body trapped, while her mind kept training. But Yao Yue had genuinely slept for a million years, from the Ancient Heavenly Court era to the present.
"Yueyue, you've always wanted to meet the other women in your husband's life, haven't you? Your wish is granted!"
Jiang Che pulled Yao Yue straight into the family circle. After all, she had spent ten thousand years with him in the Ancient Heavenly Court—she deserved recognition as his equal.
"Wow! Sister, you're so tall!!!"
Yao Yue's appearance left many of Jiang Che's women astonished.
Standing over two meters tall, Jiang Che himself was 1.8 meters, but beside Yao Yue, he looked like a goblin.
"Um... sisters, I'm Yao Yue," Yao Yue said.
As the Supreme Demon Emperor, she dared not put on any airs.
"What sisters? We don't rank by age here. You're taller than me, with a better figure—so you're my big sister!" Qin Qiaoqiao jumped straight into Yao Yue's arms, feeling her warmth.
Yao Yue was speechless.
Of course, a few of the girls were whispering among themselves, their topics about Jiang Che and Yao Yue being rather inappropriate.
Yao Yue didn't stand on ceremony either and quickly integrated into their circle.
"Sigh... twins? If Ji Qingyi found out, wouldn't she be furious?" Yao Yue remarked, looking at Yu Wan'er's pregnant belly.
Her possessiveness over her husband was terrifying. If she were to...
Mentioning Ji Qingyi made Jiang Che's gaze darken slightly.
He had sealed Ji Qingyi away. By breaking free from the river of time, he had truly caused her million-year imprisonment himself.
But he had no other choice!
Ji Qingyi's yandere nature wouldn't change without brainwashing—she would always be that possessive obsessive.
He had given her ten thousand years of reward, which was already more than enough.
After all, in the Ancient Heavenly Court era, when he was imprisoned by her for ten thousand years, he belonged only to her.
...
Jiang Che didn't go directly to see Ji Qingyi. Instead, he visited the Demon-Sealing Dao Palace.
The so-called Demon-Sealing Dao Palace was actually nothing more than a ruined demon-sealing tower.
At the tower's top sat a white figure, robes rustling in the bitter wind, gazing into the distance.
Mo Shangxie!
But the Mo Shangxie of the Nine Heavens era had changed completely. Her hair had turned snow-white, and her gaze was deep and unfathomable—impossible to read.
"Master..." Mo Shangxie's voice was hoarse. "We meet again."
Her tone was worlds apart from before. Clearly, she now knew that Jiang Che had traveled upstream through the river of time.
In the past, she could still act spoiled and pretend to be her master's master, but now everything was laid bare. It was time for her final judgment.
Yet she couldn't understand: why did her aloof and detached master have so many lovers in the future?
Everything—she wanted an explanation from her master.
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
