"Hehe, darling, I was just joking with you—don’t be mad!"
Jiang Che sighed helplessly. This little troublemaker still needed coaxing, or else where would the fun be?
The sensations of a soul and a physical body were worlds apart!
During soul communion, it felt as if all barriers had vanished, achieving true unity—a harmony where you became part of me, and I became part of you.
To put it in scientific terms: physical contact between humans requires touch receptors, sensory signals, synaptic connections... an incredibly tedious process.
But soul communion was different. No obstacles, no middlemen—just an instant, profound imprint etched into the deepest layers of the soul.
Of course, the real highlight was Mo Lianxing’s shapeshifting ability. Now that was truly imperial-tier treatment.
"Three top-grade spirit stones to unlock a new skin—the Southern Abyss Mermaid. I’ve been to the Southern Abyss and seen the real pure-blooded mermaid princess. Way prettier than these knockoffs, plus it’s got that exotic flair!"
Jiang Che’s lips curled into a grin.
"Deal!"
Exotic charm? Swing for the fences!
Sure, Mo Lianxing was rebellious to the core, but her skills were unmatched.
Having Mo Lianxing was like having a harem of three thousand beauties—each from a different race.
......
Though this was the ancient kingdom of Atlantis, its glory had long faded.
Creatures like these mermaids were just remnants of a bygone era, the once-mighty deep-sea empire now a shadow of its former self.
Yet, even in ruins, the remnants of architecture hinted at Atlantis’s past splendor.
"Husband, I suspect this so-called Atlantis was once a remnant of the Nine Heavens. These sea-dwellers relied on spiritual energy to survive. When the energy vanished, so did their civilization..."
As they conversed, a massive crab and lobster spotted them in the distance.
These two crustacean guards had clearly undergone multiple evolutions. The crab was over three meters wide, its monstrous pincers crackling with arcs of electricity. The lobster wasn’t small either—a full four meters long.
"Hey! Who are you? How’d you get in here?"
The crab spoke!
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Not only had this crab developed intelligence, but it could also speak human language?
But more than its speech, Jiang Che was fixated on its size.
A king crab and lobster that big? Cooked up, they’d be insanely delicious!
Let’s not forget—he was a god-tier chef!
"You deaf? My boss asked you a question!" The lobster swam closer, snapping its claws menacingly.
Jiang Che sensed Soul-Forging-level energy fluctuations.
So, these were two Soul-Forging sea monsters.
Perfect. Time to treat his ladies to a feast. Shen Yu was pregnant, after all... she could use the nourishment.
What? Pregnant women can’t eat crab?
Please. Shen Yu had been pampered all the way to the Grandmaster realm. If a Grandmaster miscarried from eating crab, it’d be the biggest joke in history.
"Human! You’re human! How did you get here?" The crab guard recoiled in shock.
This was the Dragon Palace, a ruin buried ten thousand meters beneath the sea. How had a human breached its depths?
Jiang Che found their chatter grating. With a flick of his wrist, a golden rope lashed out, binding the crab and lobster tightly—just like trussing up a pair of dinner ingredients.
"You—what are you doing? I’m one of the Dragon Palace’s seventy-two crab generals! You dare—"
Jiang Che didn’t let them finish. With a thought, he stuffed them into his system storage.
Seafood tasted best alive. Dead crab and lobster? No thanks.
...
Jiang Che strolled into the so-called Dragon Palace without a care, making zero effort to hide.
"Intruder! Intruder!"
In an instant, a swarm of... ahem, palace guards—various seafood creatures—surged forward.
"That clam spirit would’ve been a beauty if it fully transformed. Too bad... +1 ingredient."
"Damn, so many shrimp and crabs? Can’t possibly eat them all!"
"Whoa, even the abalone’s cultivated into a spirit! Definitely taking this one home!"
What should’ve been a tense battle for the Dragon Palace turned into a farce, with Jiang Che browsing like he was at a seafood market.
Meanwhile, deep inside the palace...
In a resplendent hall, a humanoid figure with dragon horns and deep-blue scales sat rigidly on a side throne, his slit-pupiled eyes radiating authority.
The entire row of main thrones stood empty, as if reserved for someone of greater importance.
"Qiu Lin, have you made your decision? A single drop of essence blood... and our Fateweavers’ Society might consider an alliance with your dragonkin."
Qiu Lin—the scaled figure—glared at the two black-robed men in the hall. Beside him stood several younger dragonkin with similar features.
"Essence blood? My dragon lineage may be thin, but I still have my pride—"
"Cut the crap! Do you even know who our deputy leader is?" The younger black-robed man, Chen Hao, snapped impatiently.
"Chen Hao! Enough!"
The two were none other than Deputy Leader Xu Rong and the infamous "Prank God" Chen Hao.
Qiu Lin’s temples throbbed. He was itching to kill someone.
These humans had the audacity to barge into the Dragon Palace and demand his essence blood?
What were they, bandits?
Xu Rong was sweating internally. The real reason he wanted Qiu Lin’s blood? His Super God Gene System had just leveled up!
If he could fuse with Qiu Lin’s diluted dragon genes, his power would skyrocket. With luck, he might even awaken dragon bloodline abilities or inherit draconic techniques.
In the Fateweavers’ Society, nearly everyone cultivated the "Human Emperor Scripture." But not him.
Thanks to his system, his genetic sequence was a mess. Biologically speaking, he might not even qualify as human anymore.
"Qiu Lin, you crossed over from the Nine Heavens. Surely you’ve heard of the Fateweavers’ Society?"
Xu Rong spoke with confidence.
The Society was a transcendent force even in the Nine Heavens!
"Fateweavers’ Society?"
"Exactly!"
"Never heard of it."
Xu Rong and Chen Hao: "..."
"Moron! How can you not know us? Your ignorance is astounding. Boss Xu, let’s just trash this place—make it a ‘Dragon Palace Raid’ special!"
Chen Hao, ever the instigator, lived up to his "Prank God" title.
Qiu Lin seethed.
Sure, he was just a lowly errand-runner in the Dragon Palace hierarchy—but he was still a half-step Divine Transformation expert!
To be disrespected like this?
When the spatial rift to the mortal realm was discovered, he’d fought tooth and nail among tens of thousands of dragonkin servants for this assignment.
His mission? Establish a foothold in the mortal world and prepare for the arrival of the Dragon Princess!
The mere thought of Her Highness the Dragon Maiden made his heart race uncontrollably. To charge ahead for her sake... was his greatest honor!
He had spent countless resources and manpower to build an underwater palace, all in the hopes that when the Dragon Maiden descended, she might spare him a single glance.
But now these fools dared to cause chaos in his palace?
Did they truly think Qiu Lin was someone to be trifled with?