Jiang Yunhuang came trotting over to find Jiang Ruoxu.
"Grandfather, what brings you here?" Jiang Ruoxu asked, though he had an uneasy feeling about it.
"Oh... nothing much, just that our ancestral graves were emitting green smoke earlier..."
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
Jiang Yunhuang repeated his earlier conversation with Jiang Che word for word to Jiang Ruoxu.
"Jiang Tiedan? The ancestor of the Jiang family?"
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes widened in disbelief—it sounded like something out of a myth.
[Wait, the Jiang family? Could it be that Jiang family? No way... How could you possibly be connected to them?]
Inside the ring’s spatial realm, Mo Lianxing’s eyes widened as if she had just heard something utterly unbelievable.
But upon further thought, it was possible. The Jiang family guarded the Boundary Gate connected to the "Eastern Azure Heaven," and within that realm existed a supreme, immortal Jiang family. Could her cheap disciple actually be a descendant of that Jiang family?
If so, this was no small matter!
"Ahem, grandson... Given how rapidly your strength has improved, you must have a powerful master behind you, right?"
The moment Jiang Yunhuang said this, poor Jiang Ruoxu broke out in a cold sweat.
[Disciple, when did you reveal my existence to your family?] Mo Lianxing’s voice carried a faint trace of anger.
This disciple might just be a lost cause!
Jiang Ruoxu was even more distressed. "Master, I swear on heaven and earth—I never said a word! Don’t you know me better than that?"
Hearing this, Mo Lianxing calmed down slightly. Her disciple might be foolish and unreliable, but at least he wasn’t the type to act behind her back.
[Sigh~ I thought I was hiding quite well. How does everyone seem to know about me?]
Mo Lianxing grumbled.
But since Jiang Yunhuang had already brought it up, as Jiang Ruoxu’s master, she had no choice but to make an appearance.
In the next moment, a spectral figure materialized—though it showed no distinct features, merely a hazy, ethereal silhouette.
Jiang Yunhuang was terrified.
This was the first time he had ever seen a real "ghost"!
Wait, no—this wasn’t a ghost, but another powerful backer for the Jiang family!
And for someone to manifest in a spiritual form... just how strong must their actual cultivation be?
He couldn’t even begin to fathom it.
"Esteemed Senior... Are you truly Ruoxu’s master?"
Jiang Yunhuang was wise enough not to pull rank as the elder, addressing her respectfully as "Senior" without hesitation.
[Indeed, I am Jiang Ruoxu’s master. My name is Mo Lianxing.]
"Mo... Mo Lianxing?" Jiang Yunhuang nearly blurted out "heartless" but managed to stop himself just in time.
Still, the name Mo Lianxing sounded feminine, and judging by the voice, this person couldn’t be older than thirty!
But Jiang Yunhuang didn’t assume she was actually a young woman. After all, the martial world had figures like the "Eternal Child," let alone the even more enigmatic cultivation realm.
[I know what you want to ask—about the Jiang family, right?]
Jiang Yunhuang nodded.
Mo Lianxing fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Though I hail from the Southern Vermilion Heaven, I am privy to some secrets of the Nine Heavens. There is a supreme clan... surnamed Jiang. But I cannot confirm whether they are related to your family..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunhuang’s aged face bloomed into a grin as bright as a chrysanthemum.
Perfect! That Jiang family from whichever Heaven had to be their ancestors!
Everything was set! Absolutely set!
From now on, he, Jiang Yunhuang, had ancestors to rely on!
Seeing Jiang Yunhuang grinning from ear to ear, Mo Lianxing’s lips twitched slightly.
Old sir, you still don’t realize who the real pillar of the Jiang family is.
It’s your grandson—Young Master Jiang Che!
The Jiang family of the Eastern Azure Heaven may be terrifyingly powerful, but there are countless Jiang families across the realms. How can you be so sure you’re their descendants?
But Young Master Jiang Che’s master is undeniably formidable!
An alchemist capable of refining ninth-grade supreme elixirs is a rarity even among the Jiang family of the Nine Heavens—let alone one who casually bestows vast fields of supreme spirit soil, a strategic resource even in the Central Heaven.
And most terrifying of all... in this era of severed heavens, his master could still descend to the mortal world to take a disciple?
Was he not afraid of invoking heavenly tribulation?
Young Master Jiang’s mysterious master was undoubtedly far more powerful than she had imagined.
[Old Master Jiang, compared to the elusive Jiang family of the upper realms, Young Master Jiang’s master is a far more tangible presence.]
"Young Master Jiang’s master... isn’t that you, Senior?"
Jiang Yunhuang’s aged mind was getting tangled up in the details.
"Wait... you mean Che’er? Senior, you know about Che’er’s mysterious master?" Jiang Yunhuang grew excited.
[Indeed. Young Master Jiang’s master... possesses power that shakes heaven and earth, a truly supreme being of boundless might...]
Mo Lianxing seized the opportunity to lavish praise.
Even at her peak, she had been formidable—but it was precisely because of her strength that she revered those even greater.
As the saying goes:
"Below the Martial God, they see me as a frog gazing at the moon. Above the Martial God, they see me as a mayfly beholding the sky."
Mo Lianxing’s words only fueled Jiang Yunhuang’s excitement.
He nearly shouted: My Jiang Che has the makings of an emperor!
Jiang Ruoxu, meanwhile, was utterly defeated.
One was his master, the other his grandfather—yet both were singing praises of his cousin. The comparison was unbearable.
It was like hearing about that kid—the one every parent compares their child to.
No comparison, no pain.
"Senior, you may not know this... but I was supposed to die of illness this year. It was my dear grandson who gave me a precious pill, extending my life by ten years..."
[Ten years of life extension? Yet I sense no medicinal toxins in your body... Normally, all life-extending pills leave behind residual toxins...]
[Could it be... a supreme-grade life-extending pill?]
Mo Lianxing was stunned by her own realization.
Generally, all pills carried some toxicity. Even if one extended life by ten years, any subsequent life-extending pills would have diminished effects.
Only the legendary supreme-grade life-extending pills were free of toxins—allowing one to prolong life indefinitely, nearing immortality!
A thousand years ago, the Central Heaven had birthed a peerless Alchemy God who crafted such a pill.
But one pill extended life by a mere ten minutes, and the cost of a single batch was astronomical—so exorbitant that even the mightiest families couldn’t afford it.
A pill that granted ten years of life? She didn’t dare imagine it.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!