Struck it rich!
That was Jiang Che’s first thought!
After extending his divine sense into the Canglong Ring, he found treasures piled up into countless small mountains inside!
There was even a towering peak, entirely composed of low-grade spirit stones, its weight likely measured in the hundreds of millions!
Of course, low-grade spirit stones were probably no different from roadside rubble to the Nine Heavens Jiang Clan.
A mountain of junk filled the space—low-tier pills, low-tier magical artifacts, and the like.
Especially those low-tier artifacts, stacked into a mountain at least a thousand meters high!
And above this area hung a large sign:
"Trash Zone."
The Ancestor had been quite considerate. With Earth undergoing spiritual rejuvenation, the Jiang Clan’s discarded junk could still be useful to Jiang Che—and he’d definitely make use of it!
The Canglong Ring’s internal space was practically infinite, so this section was nothing more than a drop in the ocean for such a treasure.
Soon, Jiang Che’s gaze shifted elsewhere.
And then, a figure gradually materialized within the ring!
Clad in a white robe, hands clasped behind his back, with long, flowing hair, his aura was overwhelmingly terrifying—just standing there, he seemed like an unshakable mountain!
Jiang Che, however, remained perfectly calm.
A Great Emperor’s treasure ring wouldn’t just hand over its riches so easily, would it?
Of course, there had to be a trial—a test of character!
Though, when it came to character, Young Master Jiang had none… ahem… he was, in fact, a paragon of virtue, praised by all!
Bring it on, test me!
Still, Jiang Che didn’t let his guard down. This was, after all, the projection of a Great Emperor—possibly imbued with the power of imperial laws.
But Jiang Che had long prepared a backup plan. He hadn’t sent his true divine sense inside.
First, he split off a wisp of his spirit, attached it to a paper effigy, then had that effigy manifest a spatial law avatar—only then did this avatar enter the Canglong Ring.
Even if the Great Emperor intended harm, Jiang Che could escape unscathed!
Jiang Hong’s projection fell into silence the moment he saw Jiang Che’s law avatar.
"Descendant of the Jiang Clan, Jiang Che, pays respects to the Ancestor!"
Jiang Che bowed deeply, his attitude utterly reverent. After all, this Ancestor wasn’t just a money bag—he was a whole bank!
Jiang Hong stared at Jiang Che, utterly speechless.
This projection of his had secretly slipped into the Canglong Ring to descend to the mortal realm—his ten thousand years of sacrificed lifespan hadn’t been for nothing!
This projection could unleash quasi-Emperor-level combat power!
But only once. After that, the Heavenly Dao would forcibly expel it. Moreover, his divine sense couldn’t extend beyond the ring, or the Heavenly Dao would erase it.
With a single sweep, the Great Emperor’s projection scrutinized Jiang Che thoroughly.
"You… you’re Jiang Che?"
Jiang Hong frowned. Jiang Che’s spirit-within-a-spirit setup, combined with his system’s disguise, was like an internet streamer’s arsenal—makeup, slimming filters, Photoshop, layer upon layer of deception.
Frankly, Jiang Hong was baffled. Who the hell could tell what this guy’s original constitution was?
Still, he managed to trace a wisp of primordial Chaos Qi.
"Ancestor Jiang Hong, what are your instructions?" Jiang Che asked proactively.
"You… pass."
Jiang Hong had prepared countless trials for Jiang Che, layers of challenges he’d need to overcome before claiming the Canglong Ring’s full treasures.
But… seeing how cautious Jiang Che was—sending avatars within avatars just to inspect a spatial ring—all those trials suddenly seemed pointless.
As a Great Emperor, Jiang Hong knew all too well how terrifying a cautious protagonist could be. Talent meant nothing without the chance to grow!
"I passed?"
Jiang Che sounded surprised, a hint of delight in his voice.
"Indeed. I’ve unlocked all treasures in the Canglong Ring. From now on, you may freely use everything within."
Though Jiang Hong sounded nonchalant, Jiang Che detected a deep sense of resignation in his tone.
"Many thanks, Great Emperor Ancestor!"
Jiang Hong led the way, introducing the treasures one by one.
"This is Falling Star Sand, infused with stellar laws. It can condense a Star Manifestation—useful when you reach the Creation Realm…"
"This is Dragon Blood Jade, containing the essence of dragon blood. There’s a whole sack of it here…"
"This is a Chaos Fruit, the supreme innate treasure for a Chaos Immortal Body. It takes a million years to grow, a million to bloom, and a million to bear fruit. A sacred item only usable by Chaos Physiques—it can condense a Chaos Heart."
Jiang Che followed closely, eyes wide.
These were the real treasures!
Dragon Blood Jade cost 20 million system points in his shop, and here was an entire sack of it.
As for the Chaos Fruit? Its value neared a billion points—even higher than the price of a Chaos Physique itself!
"These are spatial-grade supreme spirit stones. Since you’ve grasped spatial power, these will be invaluable. A single spatial supreme spirit stone is worth ten ordinary ones…"
Jiang Che nodded, then deliberately leaked a trace of his aura.
Space around them trembled as dense spatial law energy unfurled, alongside the faint mark of immortality he’d recently condensed.
These were real, so he had no qualms showing them off.
But his "Chaos Physique" was fake—revealing that might cause problems.
"Spatial… G-Grand Dao Law??? You grasped Grand Dao Laws in the Divine Transformation Stage?"
"Wait… kid, you’ve got a system, don’t you? If it’s a system… just how high-tier is it?"
Jiang Hong was stunned.
Even he had never seen anything like Jiang Che’s situation. In the end, he could only attribute it to a system.
Systems weren’t rare in the Nine Heavens—there was even an organization dedicated to researching and selling them!
But for true prodigies, pre-made systems were shackles.
They wouldn’t deign to bind one!
Yet there were also "wild systems," born of the Grand Dao itself, their tiers terrifyingly high—some even carried immense karma, untouchable by ordinary means.
"That Immortal Mark is real! The Grand Dao Law is real! How? Could you truly be the Chosen One of the mortal realm?"
Jiang Hong muttered to himself.
But he quickly caught himself.
"Ahem, Jiang Che… talent is good. An Immortal Physique, an Immortal Mark, and Spatial Grand Dao Laws? Even in the Nine Heavens, you’d be a standout in the Golden Age!"
"Hahaha! My ten thousand years of sacrificed lifespan to save you from the heavenly tribulation wasn’t in vain!"
Jiang Hong stopped overthinking.
This was his descendant. Ten thousand years of lifespan? Worth it!
That one strike of his had severed ten thousand years of thorns and shadows for the Jiang Clan!
It had carved out a radiant future!
Jiang Che: "???"
What? Sacrificed ten thousand years to save me from a tribulation?
Jiang Che was baffled, but realization soon dawned.
This Ancestor Jiang Hong had previously coughed up a hundred million in "scamming points."
No… no way, right?
It couldn’t be what he was thinking. If so, he’d truly scammed his own ancestor!
Ahem. This tribulation must not be exposed!
If this gets exposed, the consequences... tsk tsk tsk.
But this Patriarch Jiang Hong is truly a righteous man—not only did he sacrifice ten thousand years of his lifespan, but he also gifted a whole pile of treasures.
This patriarch of yours, I, Young Master Jiang Che, acknowledge as family!
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
