"Husband, you... you really survived the heavenly tribulation?" Mo Lianxing still couldn't believe it—Jiang Che had actually endured such a terrifying lightning calamity!
Judging by the sheer magnitude of the tribulation, Jiang Che's trial could easily be called the most formidable divine tribulation in all of history.
It was downright terrifying. A Heavenly Tribulation for the Divine Passage Realm shouldn’t have been so overwhelmingly destructive. Even her own Martial God Tribulation back in the day hadn’t been this horrifying.
This kind of tribulation was clearly the heavens themselves targeting him!
And yet, Jiang Che had pulled through.
"What’s wrong? Don’t you trust your husband, Lian’er?" Jiang Che grinned as he looked at Mo Lianxing.
Mo Lianxing instinctively shrank back. She could no longer gauge Jiang Che’s true strength. Even though he had just broken through to the Divine Passage Realm, who knew how many hidden cards this man still held?
"Oh, by the way, Lian’er, didn’t you want that Supreme-grade Body Refining Pill? My master just sent word—she’s ready to refine it now..."
Mo Lianxing’s eyes widened slightly, an overwhelming surge of joy flooding her heart.
If she could obtain the Supreme-grade Body Refining Pill, she could instantly restore herself to her peak condition.
At her prime, she had been a powerhouse at the Ninth Rebirth of the Nirvana Realm. After spending so much time in spiritual communion with Jiang Che, her soul’s strength had already surpassed her physical body’s. Once she regained her flesh, she would likely ascend straight to the Half-Step Creation Realm!
Given the current power level on Earth, a Half-Step Creation Realm expert like her would undoubtedly reign supreme.
But... that also meant she wouldn’t be able to stay with Jiang Che in her soul form anymore.
Almost instantly, Mo Lianxing made her choice.
"Husband... I don’t want a physical body anymore. I prefer the intimacy of our souls connecting like this!" Mo Lianxing leaned in close, her demeanor coquettish and enchanting, like a bewitching fox spirit.
Jiang Che: "..."
This little minx was too shrewd.
She knew that sticking to him in soul form would bring her endless benefits, didn’t she?
"Ghost Sister, aren’t you going to drain Jiang Che’s yang energy? I heard that fox spirits and female ghosts in folklore love sucking the vitality out of men!" Yu Wan'er chimed in, her petite face scrunched up in displeasure—clearly, she was jealous.
"Ghost... sister?" The repeated title of "Ghost Sister" shattered Mo Lianxing’s composure.
Who the hell are you calling a ghost?!
But she held back. Jiang Che doted on this girl the most. If she picked a fight with Yu Wan'er, Jiang Che would undoubtedly side with her, leaving Mo Lianxing looking like a fool.
"Wan'er, even if I were a ghost, it wouldn’t be me absorbing Jiang Che’s yang energy—it’d be him taking my yin energy!"
Just as Jiang Che and the girls were bantering, a few mermaid maids swam over from outside.
"Young Master, someone is at the palace gates asking for you. They claim to be your parents."
Jiang Che: "..."
Unbelievable. Even after moving into the Dragon Palace, his parents still managed to track him down.
...
Even though Jiang Che was now a Divine Passage Realm cultivator and soon-to-be father, he was still just a son in Jiang Yunli’s eyes.
"Come here, let Mom hug you! You scared me half to death!"
Jiang Yunli immediately pulled Jiang Che into a tight, motherly embrace. Her eyes were slightly red—she had clearly been crying.
Jiang Che sighed. His fake tribulation stunt had practically traumatized his entire family.
"Let me see, where are you hurt?" Jiang Yunli’s voice trembled.
"Wife, our boy’s tough as nails!" Jiang Yuan chuckled confidently from the side.
"Shut up if you don’t know how to speak!" Jiang Yunli shot him a glare.
Jiang Yuan wisely clamped his mouth shut. His usually gentle wife was genuinely furious this time.
The other girls in the room couldn’t help but smile.
Truthfully, they all envied the pure, lifelong love between Jiang Che’s parents—a love that lasted through time, unwavering and devoted.
But alas... Jiang Che was a hopeless playboy. He wandered through fields of flowers, plucking every blossom in sight—roots, soil, and all.
If the saying went, "Out of three thousand weak waters, take only one ladle to drink," Jiang Che’s version was: "Take the whole damn lake."
Soon after, Jiang Yunhuang and Jiang Chusheng arrived as well.
"Che’er, the ancestors have manifested again! They used a cross-realm formation to send you a vast amount of cultivation resources."
Jiang Yunhuang raised his hand, revealing an exquisitely crafted ring.
A faint silhouette of a azure dragon coiled around it, exuding an imposing aura.
"This is..."
"This is the Azure Dragon Ring of Ancestor Jiang Hong—a quasi-Imperial-grade spatial artifact capable of obscuring heavenly scrutiny. Inside are countless treasures he personally selected for you."
"Last time, the Jiang Clan sent you a batch of resources, but Ancestor Jiang Hong deemed them too mediocre. This time, he handpicked heaven-defying treasures and used the Azure Dragon Ring to bypass celestial detection. Otherwise, many of these items wouldn’t have made it through!"
Jiang Chusheng explained, his eyes burning with excitement as he stared at the ring.
The Azure Dragon Ring spoke volumes. Ancestor Jiang Hong had fully committed to taking Jiang Che as his disciple, pouring immense effort into nurturing him—even going so far as to pass down his life’s work, the "Palm Sutra."
"Quasi-Imperial-grade artifact?!"
Jiang Che’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. How was this possible?
Hadn’t the connection between heaven and earth been severed? Even with the spiritual revival, artifacts of this caliber shouldn’t appear so early!
If even quasi-Imperial-grade artifacts were being sent down, how long until an actual Emperor descended?
"Ah... Young Master Jiang, I misspoke. This isn’t a true Imperial-grade artifact. The Azure Dragon Ring was Ancestor Jiang Hong’s spatial ring during his youth, accompanying him all the way to his ascension as an Emperor. While not an Imperial Armament, it carries the aura of an Emperor’s presence..."
"Young Master, Ancestor Jiang Hong intends... he intends to take you as his disciple! To pass on everything he has ever learned!"
Jiang Chusheng’s voice shook with excitement.
Though his cultivation at the Third Rebirth of the Divine Passage Realm was insignificant in the grand scheme of the Nine Heavens Jiang Clan, he was a direct descendant of Ancestor Jiang Hong!
Moreover, he was still young—barely over 200 years old. He had deliberately suppressed his breakthroughs to accumulate deeper foundations.
In his fervor, Jiang Chusheng even switched from addressing Jiang Che casually to the respectful "Young Master."
"Jiang Hong..."
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. This name was far from unfamiliar.
Back at the Jiang Clan’s ancestral hall, this old coot had once descended via incense as a medium, and Jiang Che had milked him for all he was worth—over 500 top-grade spirit stones and hundreds of Saint-grade cultivation manuals!
And during the heavenly tribulation earlier, this ancestor had even "donated" a whopping 100 million points in the "Scamming the Ancestor" system!
(Note: The reward was adjusted from 10 million to 100 million points, thanks to a reader’s reminder.)
Jiang Che had no idea how he had scammed Jiang Hong this time, but it didn’t matter—the points were already in his pocket!
In this world, nothing mattered more than points!
Still... 100 million points? Just how badly had he screwed over the ancestor?
Honestly, Jiang Che felt a twinge of guilt. Even for an Emperor, 100 million points must have come at a steep price.
But the moment Jiang Che sent his divine sense into the Azure Dragon Ring, all remorse vanished—replaced by sheer, unbridled euphoria.
Holy hell, I’m rich!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
