"Oh! So you must be Jiang Tiedan!"
Jiang Che's words made Jiang Langsheng's old face completely lose its composure.
Inside the ancestral hall, several other old-timers were watching. They were the eyes of the Jiutian Jiang Clan left in the mortal realm. By burning incense and paying a certain price, they could project their spiritual shadows into the Jiang Clan's ancestral hall to briefly communicate with their descendants.
"Haha... Langsheng, aren't you angry? 'Tiedan'... it's been centuries since anyone called you that, hasn't it?"
"If this youngster hadn't mentioned it... I would've almost forgotten you even had such a nickname!"
The others burst into laughter, thoroughly humiliating Jiang Tiedan.
Even Jiang Yunhuang beside them couldn't help but feel embarrassed—his grandson was really going all out, wasn't he?
Daring to call one of these old ghosts by their nickname right to their face?
These figures were practically confirmed as Jiang Clan ancestors, and even he had to show them utmost respect—at least on the surface.
Ahem, let's move past this for now. Though you aren't a direct descendant of our Jiang Clan, your blood still carries our lineage. That makes you one of us!"
Jiang Langsheng maintained his lofty demeanor, as if the name "Tiedan" had nothing to do with him.
"Young descendant, you must know that beyond the mortal realm lies the Nine Heavens, correct?" Jiang Langsheng stroked his beard lightly.
"I do."
Jiang Langsheng chuckled.
"Then do you know just how vast the Jiang Clan's influence is in the Nine Heavens?"
Without giving Jiang Che a chance to respond, he continued proudly,
"Our Jiang Clan in the Eastern Cangtian is an ancient family with a million-year legacy. Every generation has produced immortals who left behind their teachings, and our clan is even under the protection of a living Great Emperor... We are known as the Eternal Immortal Clan! Across the entire Nine Heavens, who dares not give our Jiang Clan face?"
"Of course, young descendant, you may not have heard of immortals or Great Emperors... but you must have read many fantasy tales, no? A Great Emperor... far exceeds your imagination!"
Jiang Che's lips twitched at this. Though the old ghost sounded polite, his tone reeked of arrogance.
Sure, he might just be a country bumpkin with no real exposure to the so-called world of cultivation—only knowing it through fantasies—but that condescending attitude of yours... really pisses me off!
Jiang Che smirked.
"Ah, I'm used to being a rogue cultivator. I don't care much for clan traditions, let alone the Jiutian Jiang Clan... Our bloodline has diverged over tens of thousands of years."
He muttered to himself, "After so long... even apes could evolve into humans. What's the point of clinging to bloodline heritage? Tracing it back scientifically... my ancestors were probably some Australopithecus from millions of years ago!"
Jiang Langsheng and Jiang Yunhuang: "......"
Jiang Langsheng's scalp tingled—he had never encountered such a rebellious descendant!!!
Apes?!
How could the Jiang Clan's founding ancestor possibly be an ape? Was this a joke?!
"You... you insolent brat! The Jiang Clan's ancestors are not to be insulted!"
"But I'm not wrong, am I? Humans evolved, didn't they? That's what I learned in school."
Jiang Che picked his nose, deliberately trying to provoke.
"You... millions of years ago, the ancient Celestial Court of Blue Star still existed. There were no apes back then—"
[Jiang Langsheng! Watch your words!]
Someone beside Jiang Langsheng warned him, and he quickly regained his composure—he had almost slipped up.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. The ancient Celestial Court millions of years ago?
Another interesting tidbit to note.
"Jiang Yunhuang!!! Is this how you raised your descendant?!"
Though Jiang Che was rebellious to the bone, he was still a rare treasure. If a Chaos Green Lotus Immortal Body fell into someone else's hands, the Jiang Clan's Great Emperor ancestors might just crawl out of their graves to strangle them!
Jiang Yunhuang, of course, was no pushover either. The Jiutian Jiang Clan might sound impressive... but it didn’t scare him!
The old man also picked his nose. "Ancestors, what can I say? Our mortal Jiang Clan's teachings emphasize freedom in raising descendants."
Seeing Jiang Yunhuang adopt the same nonchalant attitude, Jiang Langsheng was utterly defeated!
Here he was, a mighty Creation Realm expert, rendered speechless by two insignificant descendants.
The worst part? He couldn’t even truly lose his temper!
Thanks to the Jiang bloodline, this Chaos Body was practically guaranteed to belong to the Jiang Clan. Once brought to the Nine Heavens and nurtured by the clan, he’d be a surefire immortal seedling!
Left with no choice, he changed the subject.
"Heh... youngster, I see your cultivation isn’t bad. Do you need any techniques?"
Jiang Langsheng rubbed his hands together eagerly.
"Absolutely! I’m in desperate need! With the spiritual energy resurgence lately... I keep getting my ass kicked by stronger cultivators!"
Joking aside, who would turn down free benefits?
Though the system in Jiang Che’s mind sold techniques and divine skills for cheap, why pass up a chance to freeload?
"Huh? Getting your ass kicked?"
Jiang Langsheng was baffled. Wasn’t this descendant a Chaos Green Lotus Immortal Body? How could he possibly lose fights?
Since when did Chaos Bodies become so weak?
And shouldn’t a Chaos Body be favored by Blue Star’s Heavenly Dao, treated like the heavens’ own son? This didn’t make sense!
But that wasn’t the main issue—he had finally found the kid’s weakness.
Ahem, our Jiang Clan has techniques aplenty... Earth-grade techniques aren’t even worthy of our scripture vault. Heaven-grade and Saint-grade techniques are as common as dirt, and direct descendants can even cultivate Emperor-grade techniques!"
"Great, then hand over a dozen or so Emperor-grade techniques." Jiang Che said casually.
Jiang Langsheng: "......"
Buddy, do you think Emperor-grade techniques are cabbages? Just casually asking for a dozen?
Ahem...
Jiang Che smirked. "What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t have any? If not, quit bragging, alright?"
"Nonsense! Our Jiang Clan doesn’t have Emperor-grade techniques? We even have Immortal-grade ones!"
Jiang Langsheng was furious!
Insult him if you must, but never insult the Jiang Clan!
"Then give me a few?"
Jiang Langsheng fell silent again before slowly replying, "Emperor-grade techniques... require approval from the clan elders. And with the severance between realms now... communicating with the lower world through divine projection is already difficult. Passing down high-grade techniques would incur immense karmic backlash... the cost is too great..."
"If Emperor-grade is too costly, then a few hundred Saint-grade ones will do!"
Jiang Langsheng: "......"
Why was this kid so shameless? Did he really think he was haggling at a market? 'One yuan for Emperor-grade and Saint-grade, take them all' kind of deal?!
And... he had a sneaking suspicion this kid already knew about his overpowered physique. After all, the Immortal Body was his bargaining chip!
Without it, you’re just a nobody!
"I won't ask for too much, given how shabby you look... Probably don’t have much say in the Nine Heavens Jiang Clan anyway. Let’s make it simple—99 Saint-grade techniques, 9 Emperor-grade techniques, and 1 Immortal-grade technique. If you’re short on the Emperor or Immortal grades, you can owe me for now..."
"You—"
Not enough Emperor-grade techniques, and now you’re demanding an Immortal-grade one? Immortal-grade techniques in the Jiang Clan are reserved for the Patriarch-level elders and Imperial Scions! You’re not even close to that level... Dream on!
Jiang Langsheng gritted his teeth. This little brat was way too audacious—daring to call him shabby?
Lies aren’t the blade; the truth cuts deeper!
Sure, his Creation Realm cultivation might not rank high in the Jiang Clan, but he was still a force to be reckoned with, dominating an entire region unchallenged!
"I... Our Jiang Clan will pay! But we’ll need to consult the family first..."
In the end, Jiang Langsheng surrendered!
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!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
