Even Mo Lianxing was utterly speechless.
Jiang Che's soul-type magic was bizarre—it could physically interact with spiritual entities. If she ended up living with him... she’d undoubtedly be at his mercy, exploited to no end.
But risk often walked hand-in-hand with opportunity. With so many treasures on Jiang Che, a few whispered words in his ear might just leave her rolling in riches.
As she weighed her options, Jiang Ruoxu lost his temper.
"Jiang Che!!! Are you done yet? She’s my only master... and she’s just a soul now, bound to that soul-nourishing ring!"
Jiang Che smirked.
Then, he spent 1 million system points to purchase a Divine Soul Ring.
A 1-million-point Divine Soul Ring—wasn’t this infinitely better than that piece of junk you’ve got?
Not only did it have an endless supply of spiritual energy, but the ring’s inner space also housed a pocket paradise, akin to a miniature celestial realm.
"Come, come, my dear... You’ve suffered too long with Jiang Ruoxu. That cramped soul-nourishing ring isn’t even fit to be called a proper dwelling. Take a look at the super Divine Soul Ring I’ve prepared for you!"
Jiang Che pulled out the ring, its sheer appearance radiating far more prestige than Jiang Ruoxu’s shabby trinket.
"This..."
Mo Lianxing stared in shock at the ring in Jiang Che’s hand.
With her soul perception, she instantly pierced through the ring’s barrier and sensed the world within.
This wasn’t just a hidden space—it was a full-blown paradise tailored for souls!
"Whoosh—"
In a flash, Mo Lianxing transformed into a streak of light and darted straight into Jiang Che’s ring.
Inside the ring’s space, emerald peaks rose in layers, veiled in immortal mist. Atop the highest summit stood a resplendent celestial palace, while occasional cranes glided across the sky.
Pure extravagance!
"Just... what kind of supreme power forged this spatial ring? It contains an entire pocket dimension?"
Mo Lianxing blinked rapidly, feeling like a country bumpkin stumbling into a grand estate.
If Jiang Ruoxu’s soul-nourishing ring was a rundown shack, this was a ridiculously luxurious mansion!
After admiring the ring’s interior, Mo Lianxing nodded in satisfaction.
Then, she sent a mental message.
"Ruoxu, now that you possess a system, there’s little left I can teach you. You’ve reached the age where you must forge your own path. I can’t remain by your side forever..."
Jiang Ruoxu was utterly dumbfounded.
Well, that’s it. His master was truly gone!
Swindled away by Jiang Che’s sweet talk!!!
"Master..." The poor junior brother tried to protest.
"My disciple, no need to say more. My decision is final. Though your talent is exceptional, you lack experience. Some lessons must be learned firsthand..."
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
Jiang Che gently stroked the ring on his finger. This heartless little thing... had been quite the challenge to trick!
All in all, he’d spent at least three to four million points just to win her over.
But it was worth it—after all, she was a bona fide celestial beauty!
"Don’t worry, Junior Brother Ruoxu. Your master is in my care now. No need to fret!" Jiang Che patted Jiang Ruoxu’s shoulder with exaggerated reassurance.
Though the pat was light, it nearly sent the poor guy stumbling.
All he could do was watch Jiang Che’s figure retreat into the distance!
"No—"
A wail of despair tore from Jiang Ruoxu’s throat.
He knew it—the next time he saw his master, he’d probably have to call her "sister-in-law."
......
Jiang Che was in high spirits. Tonight, he’d start collecting some "interest"—after all, he’d dropped millions of points on this ungrateful little soul.
"Husband... Now that I’m yours, shouldn’t there be no secrets between us? Could you share some of yours with me?"
Mo Lianxing materialized beside Jiang Che, her ethereal beauty tinged with expectation.
Her breath, fragrant as orchids, brushed against Jiang Che’s cheek, stirring his desires.
A lesser man might’ve crumbled, but Jiang Che had long seen through Mo Lianxing’s nature. This woman was pure defiance—no wonder the Fateweavers’ Association had hunted her. In Jiang Che’s eyes... 90% of her troubles were self-inflicted.
"Not yet. You’ve only given me a peck—and even that wasn’t voluntary. But darling... surely you can feel it? I’ve longed for you in spirit for ages!"
Jiang Che raised a hand, ghosting it through Mo Lianxing’s exquisite face. Since he hadn’t activated his skills, his fingers passed right through her.
"Longed for you in spirit"...
Mo Lianxing stiffened at the phrase. What kind of nonsense was this?!
Since when did "spiritual longing" mean... that?!
"Husband... You’re so wicked! Always teasing me!" Mo Lianxing slipped into her role effortlessly.
A true millennium-old fox—zero practical experience, but her theoretical knowledge was maxed out.
"Since we’re bound as cultivation partners, why not visit my room tonight? Or I could soul-project into your Divine Soul Ring?"
Jiang Che’s grin held a predatory edge.
Mo Lianxing shuddered. Was he serious?!
"Ahem... Isn’t this inappropriate?"
"What’s the issue? You’re just a soul now, darling."
Pfft—how was this any different from "it doesn’t count if it’s not physical"?
Mo Lianxing’s face burned crimson. The gentle, jade-like youth she’d imagined was nowhere to be found.
This man was a bona fide pervert!
"Darling, do you know why there are so many women around me?"
Mo Lianxing blinked. "N-No... I don’t."
Jiang Che chuckled. "Because my master once gave me a celestial-grade cultivation manual—a peerless art founded on the harmony of yin and yang. Dual cultivation speeds up progress exponentially."
Mo Lianxing: "......"
Wasn’t this just a fancy way of saying "dual cultivation technique"?
But Jiang Che claimed it was... celestial-grade?!
That was terrifying. A celestial-grade technique—she’d never even heard of such a thing!
Yet his next words struck a chord.
"A celestial-grade dual cultivation art. Even soul fusion can trigger its effects... and it can reverse yin-yang imbalances, reshape spiritual roots..."
...
Jiang Che had planned to return to the Jiang residence and collect his "interest" from Mo Lianxing that night.
Until his phone rang.
"Huh? Shen Yu’s calling?"
Jiang Che scratched his head, surprised she’d reach out first.
He answered, but the other end remained silent. Jiang Che put it on speaker, waiting.
Two minutes passed.
Then, Shen Yu’s icy voice delivered four words:
"I’m pregnant."