"Jiang Che! I, Jiang Hong, have lived two lifetimes spanning over seventy thousand years. This Azure Dragon Ring contains treasures I've accumulated over half my existence—enough to cultivate you all the way to the Quasi-Emperor Realm!"
"For tens of thousands of years, I searched but never found a worthy successor... until I met you!"
Jiang Hong's voice carried a tinge of melancholy.
He had risen to fame in his youth, leaving the Jiang Clan as a rogue cultivator and climbing the path to emperorship by stepping over the corpses of his peers.
In his era, he defeated every single Jiang Clan imperial heir, along with all the prodigies bearing sacred constitutions—despite being nothing more than a mortal physique himself!
Yet his downfall came at the hands of a fake Chaos Physique cultivator, a defeat that nearly shattered his dao heart.
That very impostor had now ascended to the rank of a flawed immortal!
Thus, he swore to find a true Chaos Immortal Physique and take them as his disciple.
Never did he expect the Chaos Immortal Physique to manifest so soon...
And in his own bloodline descendant, no less!
No words could describe his exhilaration upon discovering Jiang Che's physique.
So he poured his entire legacy into the Azure Dragon Ring for one grand gamble.
Jiang Che's grin threatened to split his face. The ring's treasures were beyond abundant—their combined value easily started at a hundred billion system points!
Even if half the items were useless to him, who'd complain about extra loot?
Useless stuff could always be sold.
This was pure profit! A century's worth of struggle skipped in one windfall!
"Jiang Che, as my blood descendant, formal apprenticeship is unnecessary. Since the mortal realm's Heavenly Dao chose you... I naturally trust your character."
"The Azure Dragon Ring also holds three immortal-grade scriptures, all created by our Jiang Clan's true immortal ancestors..."
Jiang Hong droned on while Jiang Che let the words go in one ear and out the other.
Only one fact mattered: every treasure now belonged to him.
Noticing Jiang Che's distracted gleam, Jiang Hong chuckled—this junior was truly a money-grubbing fiend.
But paired with that monstrous cultivation talent? Absolute invincibility.
"I'll enter dormancy now. If you face insurmountable danger, awaken me for one strike at peak Quasi-Emperor power."
His tone radiated quiet confidence.
"Peak Quasi-Emperor combat power?" Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. Though he couldn't fathom that level, annihilating stars probably wasn't beyond it.
Currently, his divine-grade special effects technique could mimic early Creation Realm strength.
At Creation Realm, splitting mountains and boiling seas took minimal effort—a single palm strike could erase a continent.
Going all out might even reduce a planet to lifeless rock.
A peak Quasi-Emperor could likely smash Earth like a grape.
Not that it mattered; Earth's spiritual revival had reached critical mass. Any power exceeding world parameters would trigger Heavenly Dao intervention.
Still, this was the ultimate trump card.
Once Jiang Hong's spirit fragment slept, Jiang Che's excitement erupted—though he played it cool with a few test calls:
"Hey, Ancestor? You asleep yet?"
"Ancestor, what're you doing? Where'd you go?"
Simultaneously activating his Clairvoyance!
Only after confirming Jiang Hong's deep slumber did he explode:
"WOO-HOO!! So many top-grade spirit stones! I'm rich!!"
Each top-grade spirit stone was priceless—his system priced them at a million points apiece, barely dropping below several hundred thousand even during flash sales.
Jiang Hong's ring contained thousands!
Plus an entire river of premium spirit spring water... no, more like a spiritual ocean.
In the Nine Heavens, this hoard would spark continent-wide bloodshed.
But what else to expect from a seventy-thousand-year-old emperor?
The pinnacle existence's savings account had to match his status!
Then there were the three immortal scriptures!
Hundreds of varied saint-grade spirit stones! Countless unnamed but obviously priceless relics!
Gazing at the Azure Dragon Ring, Jiang Che thought of the Chosen One—Chu Yuan.
That guy possessed the real Chaos Immortal Physique and followed the Doge Dao path.
Were it not for Jiang Che's fake physique, Chu Yuan would've inherited Jiang Hong's legacy.
"Chu Yuan, don't blame me for stealing your fortune. I did give you the Ironhead System, didn't I?"
Jiang Che's lips curled in a villainous smirk.
Meanwhile, at the cultivation academy, Chu Yuan sneezed violently during meditation.
"Who... who the hell's talking about me?"
He frowned, sensing the loss of something profoundly important.
[Ding! Host successfully scammed Chosen One 'Chu Yuan,' +3 million trolling points.]
[Ding! Host scammed 'Second-Life Emperor' Jiang Hong out of his last underpants, +200 million trolling points.]
[Ding! Congratulations! Host obtained title: Ungrateful Scion.]
【Unworthy Descendant: Karma-tier Title. When equipped by the host, it automatically weakens the strength of all ancestors related by bloodline and increases the misfortune of all ancestors beyond the fifth generation by 500%.】
Jiang Che: "......"
Unworthy descendant...
How exactly is he unfilial?
Wait, Jiang Che being unfilial has nothing to do with him, right?
Still, this title is downright brutal—500% increased misfortune? That’s practically sending his ancestors to their graves!
But Old Man Jiang Hong is truly a real one.
In the future, he’ll make sure the old man stuffs himself to the brim with top-grade longevity pills.
In Jiang Che’s system, longevity pills are the cheapest.
A single top-grade pill extending life by ten years costs just 10,000 points.
Since Jiang Hong slashed his own lifespan by ten thousand years, Jiang Che will repay him with a hundred thousand years—no, a million years! He’ll make sure the old geezer lives till the end of time, immortal and unaging!
After all, longevity pills are dirt-cheap for Jiang Che. Even ten thousand pills, adding up to a hundred thousand years, would only cost 100 million points.
"Hmm, maybe I can..."
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes, struck by a brilliant money-making scheme.
His top-grade longevity pills are practically free, while the big shots in the upper realms are swimming in wealth but starving for lifespan. He could totally...
As for how to stay under the radar? Just hire a frontman!
Set up a "Longevity Club System" with a puppet operator while he pulls the strings from the shadows.
Tsk tsk, with business acumen like this, no wonder Jiang Che is destined to get rich!
......
The Nine Heavens Jiang Clan.
On a mist-shrouded immortal mountain.
A solitary figure sat atop a moss-covered boulder, surrounded by swirling immortal energy, his long hair cascading down like a waterfall. Clad in pristine white robes, he exuded an ethereal aura, like a banished immortal.
Yet, his delicate features carried a trace of eerie softness.
A paper crane fluttered gently through the air before alighting on his shoulder.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, his entire demeanor radiating an otherworldly detachment—peak pretentiousness!
The paper crane burst into flames, revealing a line of text:
[By the Patriarch’s decree, the mortal-world ‘Jiang Che’ is hereby named the Eleventh Imperial Heir. Effective immediately, 20% of all cultivation resources allocated to Imperial Heirs shall be diverted to him.]
Instantly, the young man’s composure shattered.
"What the hell?! Another 20% cut? How the fuck am I supposed to cultivate now?!"
Clearly, this was one of the Jiang Clan’s Imperial Heirs.
And he wasn’t alone—the other nine heirs were equally livid.
With cultivation resources already stretched thin, how could anyone tolerate losing another 20%?
Who could possibly accept this?
P.S.: Taking a day off tomorrow, uwu. Going to exchange tips with fellow authors on how to master the art of writer’s block.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
