"What??? A Chaos Immortal Body? And a companion Green Lotus?"
In the Nine Heavens, the elders of the Jiang family were utterly shocked.
Jiang Langsheng trembled at the foot of the grand hall. These were the core figures of the Jiang family, each at least a Quasi-Emperor in cultivation—the true pinnacle of power in the Nine Heavens!
Before Jiang Che and Jiang Yunhuang, he had been a senior figure. But now? Reduced to an ant in their presence!
"Absolutely true. I saw it clearly—his body nurtures the Yin-Yang Chaos Qi. Either he possesses the Chaos Immortal Spirit Root or the Chaos Immortal Body. The others here can vouch for me."
Jiang Langsheng pointed to the men beside him, who all nodded in agreement.
"Jiang Tiedan! Do you realize what an Immortal Body signifies? A Chaos Immortal Body... this could rouse even the Patriarch and the ancestors slumbering in the Immortal Tomb!"
A middle-aged man glared at Jiang Langsheng, his aura overwhelmingly oppressive, as if a mere wisp of his presence could crush him.
Tie... Tiedan?!
Damn it all! But this elder was indeed a true senior, so... fine, Tiedan it is!
"I wouldn’t dare deceive you. If you don’t believe me... you can follow me to the spatial rift. That Jiang descendant should still be in the ancestral hall..."
The Jiang elders exchanged glances. Jiang Tiedan didn’t seem to be lying.
Instantly, excitement surged within them.
If this truly was an Immortal Body... everything would change!
Though the Jiang family remained a top-tier force, with many prodigies among the younger generation—ten Great Imperial Scions, each with unparalleled talent—none possessed an Immortal Body.
The Heavenly Dao of the mortal realm was now awakening, and many factions had already begun stirring. Some elite forces had even started seizing control of spatial rifts...
After all, the Nine Heavens had once split from the mortal realm.
At its peak, the Blue Star’s Heavenly Dao had been terrifyingly powerful. Even after division, it birthed the Nine Heavens—nearly ten million provinces!
This alone spoke volumes about how fearsome Blue Star had been in ancient times.
Naturally, the most powerful factions had long set their sights on it.
"Let’s go! We must see for ourselves!"
In the next moment, the elders vanished from the grand hall, one after another.
......
Meanwhile, Jiang Che sat cross-legged, his physical form still while his soul had departed.
Where had it gone? Straight into the Soul Nurturing Ring to play with Mo Lianxing, of course.
"Husband, just give me one drop of your essence blood, won’t you? I’ll do anything you want~~~"
Mo Lianxing’s charm was overwhelming. Though not a fox spirit, she was far more alluring than one.
"Ahem, that depends on your performance. Essence blood is precious, you know... every drop counts for me," Jiang Che replied, his large hand caressing Mo Lianxing’s delicate fingers.
Just then, a message came through from the Earth Listening Technique.
[Is this the junior you mentioned? Why is he only at the Sky Shattering stage?]
[Wait—where’s his soul gone? Soul projection?]
[Damn it... his body really does nurture Chaos Yin-Yang Qi? And a Chaos Green Lotus??? Am I... seeing this right?]
[Impossible! How could a top-tier Immortal Body emerge from that puny mortal realm? I could sneeze and wipe it out!]
Countless old fogies flooded the "chat group," every single one stunned by Jiang Che’s Immortal Body.
At the same time, Jiang Che patted Mo Lianxing’s shapely thigh lightly.
"You... always take without giving. Won’t even spare me a drop of True Dragon essence blood!" Mo Lianxing shot him a playful glare.
"Heh, this time’s different. Your husband’s about to strike it rich. Just watch!"
With that, Jiang Che’s soul instantly returned to his body.
[Your friend ‘Young Master Jiang’ has logged into the game...]
......
The Jiang ancestral hall buzzed with activity.
Dozens of ethereal projections, cast through wisps of smoke, materialized one after another—so many that the hall was nearly packed.
Jiang Yunhuang had long since slipped away. Dealing with one ancestor was hard enough, let alone a whole swarm!
This headache... he’d leave to his dear grandson.
Jiang Che remained utterly calm as the spectral figures crowded around him, chattering excitedly.
You old coots! If I don’t bleed you dry today, I’ll renounce the Jiang name!
"You... you’re all from the Jiang family of the Nine Heavens?"
The moment Jiang Che’s soul returned, the projections grew deadly serious.
The leader was a middle-aged man, his projection the most solid—almost lifelike, with a faint but terrifying pressure radiating from him.
And this was just a projection!
After the Severing of Heaven and Earth, the stronger a cultivator, the more they feared crossing realms, wary of karmic backlash. Emperors and Immortals dreaded such intangible forces most.
"Correct! We are all of the Jiang family," the man declared solemnly.
As the strongest present, he had inspected Jiang Che’s physique repeatedly, confirming beyond doubt:
This was an Immortal Body—and not just any, but the supreme Chaos Body. Whether it was the Green Lotus variant, he couldn’t say, having never seen one. But the Chaos Immortal Body was undeniable.
"Junior, I know what you want. As a Jiang descendant, you’ll inevitably join us in the Nine Heavens. The Jiang family never stints on its own. All the techniques you seek—I’ll grant them!"
Initially, Jiang Hong had been puzzled. Why would this junior, already cultivating the Immortal-grade "Human Emperor Scripture," want Emperor-tier techniques?
But Jiang Che’s expression told him everything: the kid was angling for more benefits!
Jiang Hong had once mastered an Immortal art called "Wisdom Discernment," allowing him to read minds through facial cues.
This junior’s Immortal destiny was anything but weak. Though rebellious in temperament, he was undeniably a rare talent—worth the investment!
"Ninety-nine Saint-grade techniques? Done. As for Emperor-grade... I have those too."
Jiang Hong narrowed his eyes. Even at the risk of karmic backlash, he would secure this junior’s loyalty.
An Immortal Body... was far too valuable.
"This is the ‘Palm Scripture,’ an Emperor-grade Dao technique of my own creation. I’ll bestow it upon you shortly..."
The old man’s words sent a jolt through Jiang Che.
Holy hell!
Had I just provoked a supreme boss?
A self-created Emperor-grade technique? This old monster was undoubtedly an Emperor!
But no matter. Fortune favors the bold!
Emperor-grade "Palm Scripture"? Hand it over!
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.”
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?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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!
