Daring to kidnap the ornamental fish raised by Young Master Jiang?
That’s practically equivalent to defying the heavens!
Young Master Jiang is furious, and the consequences are dire.
"Young Master Jiang, ride on my back—I’ll take you to find them!" Qiu Lin knelt on the ground, transforming into the ultimate bootlicker.
"Ride on your back?"
Jiang Che frowned, glancing at the towering Qiu Lin.
This guy was nearly eight feet tall, a vaguely humanoid creature—how the hell was he supposed to carry him?
"Heh heh, just watch, Young Master!"
Qiu Lin flashed an ingratiating smile before suddenly transforming from a humanoid figure into a bizarre horned dragon, its body stretching nearly a hundred meters long, covered in jet-black scales that exuded an imposing aura.
The only flaw was the broken horn on its head, which made it look somewhat ridiculous.
"I might as well just fly there on my sword..."
Jiang Che was utterly speechless. What kind of status did he, Young Master Jiang, hold?
Could he really ride some shabby dragon?
At the very least, it had to be a true-blooded dragon!
Of course, if it were a pretty little female dragon, that’d be a different story.
"Hey hey hey, Young Master Jiang... You’re flying the wrong way! They’re to the east!"
Qiu Lin instantly reverted to his original form and flew after him.
...
"You—you are descendants of the noble Nine Heavens Jialan bloodline! Even if your blood is diluted, how could you stoop to being servants of another race?"
"You’re a disgrace to the Jialan lineage!"
In front of rows of petite mermaid maids, several elegantly dressed, imposing mermaids were berating them.
Leading them was a dignified middle-aged mermaid woman, her expression stern and unyielding.
Her lower body was a magnificent tail, shimmering in faint blue-gold, its form nearly flawless.
Behind her stood several other mermaids, all wearing haughty expressions—including two males.
All six were at the Divine Passage Realm, with the weakest being at the Third Revolution.
The little mermaids being scolded didn’t dare utter a word. They didn’t even know what the Nine Heavens Jialan Clan was.
In ancient times, the sea clans of the Nine Heavens left behind many descendants in the mortal realm. But as spiritual energy dwindled... these once-mighty sea descendants gradually weakened.
Over thousands of years of evolution, these mixed-blood descendants merged into what became known as the Atlantean Ocean Empire.
As for their mermaid race... they had long since declined into near irrelevance, possessing little combat strength but blessed with stunning beauty, leaving them as playthings for the undersea civilizations.
They had grown accustomed to a life of servitude.
And now, these mermaids from the Nine Heavens were telling them... that they were of noble birth?
But what the hell was the use of noble blood?
Without power, weren’t they still just servants?
After millennia of conditioning, these mermaids had been thoroughly domesticated—their docile, obedient nature practically etched into their DNA.
"You... you’re useless! You don’t deserve to call yourselves descendants of the Jialan Clan!"
The leader, Jia Yue, was seething with rage.
Just then, a leisurely voice cut in.
"What gives you the right to touch my people?"
The words carried an overwhelming, domineering aura.
The Jialan Clan experts turned their gazes toward the source.
Jiang Che’s figure slowly materialized, strolling through the water as if taking a casual walk, the space around him faintly trembling.
[Ding! Host has pulled off an impressively domineering act, earning 800,000 Pretend Points.]
He’d somewhat followed in his younger cousin’s footsteps—after binding with three major subsystems, he could occasionally earn some side income.
Making money wasn’t shameful!
"You are—"
Jia Yue’s slit pupils narrowed as she studied Jiang Che. His sheer presence screamed that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
Meanwhile, the little mermaids burst into excitement the moment they saw Jiang Che.
"Young Master Jiang!!!"
"Young Master Jiang, you came to save us! Waaah~~~"
"Thank goodness..."
They wept with joy. Though they had only been chosen by Qiu Lin to serve as palace maids, every one of them adored Jiang Che.
Much like palace maids in ancient times, many secretly harbored hopes for the emperor’s favor.
"You—" Jia Yue’s face instantly darkened.
These little mermaids had just outright betrayed her. All her earlier lecturing might as well have been wasted on deaf ears!
"Wait... you’re the Sacred Physique, Jiang Che!"
Jia Yue’s eyes locked onto him.
The news of the Jiang Clan in the Nine Heavens producing an Imperial Scion in the mortal realm had long spread—a rare Sacred Physique, no less.
As one of the top ten races in the Southern Abyss Heaven, the Jialan Clan had naturally heard of Jiang Che’s name.
"Oh? You’ve heard of me?"
"Ahem... Who hasn’t heard of the deeds of Imperial Scion Jiang? Even in the Nine Heavens, your reputation is thunderous!"
Jia Yue instantly switched faces at lightning speed!
Though this guy appeared to be only at the First Revolution of the Divine Passage Realm, he was a Sacred Physique—their power was terrifying.
Leaping several minor realms to crush opponents was child’s play for them.
Not to mention... he had the entire Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens backing him. They had no choice but to yield.
"Hmph... At least you know your place." Jiang Che snorted. He’d been ready to throw hands, but these people surrendered so fast it interrupted his momentum.
His gaze drifted over Jia Yue’s figure.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I don’t like older women. At most, I can accept aunties—but you? You’re practically sagging."
Jia Yue: "..."
The corners of her mouth twitched violently, the murderous intent in her eyes nearly boiling over.
Who the hell are you calling old? Who’s sagging?!
She just looked middle-aged—her actual age was only 600-plus! Compared to the Divine Passage Realm’s 2,000-year lifespan, she was still young, damn it!
Wasn’t she still a centuries-old fairy at heart?
But she knew better than to provoke Jiang Che.
This guy was the Jiang Clan’s Eleventh Imperial Scion—undoubtedly under their close watch. Who’d dare lay a finger on him?
Among the great clans of the Nine Heavens, self-proclaimed Imperial Scions weren’t necessarily all the children of emperors. Anyone with the potential to attain the Great Emperor realm could earn the title!
"Young Master Jiang, you jest. With your dashing charm and peerless talent, I’m but a frog in a well by comparison..."
Jiang Che: "..."
Well, that was like punching a pillow.
"Ahem, I’ve naturally heard of your Jialan Clan. The Southern Abyss mermaids—male ones grotesquely ugly, female ones breathtakingly beautiful... But looking at you all now, I’m not impressed. My mermaid maids are far prettier."
The two male mermaids behind Jia Yue: "..."
They really, really wanted to rush forward and tear this guy’s mouth off.
Damn it, he just dissed every single one of them in one go!
Jia Yue desperately suppressed her rage, forcing out a strained smile.
"Prince Jiang Che, the pure-blooded members of our Jialan clan are exceptionally striking in appearance. Our Queen, in particular, holds the top position on the Southern Abyss's Celestial Beauty Ranking..."
"Oh? The Queen?" Jiang Che's eyes lit up, as if he'd suddenly caught onto a key phrase.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
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.”
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!
