Jia Yue was dumbfounded.
How dare this guy?!
What gives a mere Tong Shen Realm cultivator the audacity to harbor lustful thoughts toward Her Majesty?
Her Majesty is one of the top powerhouses of the Jialan Clan, a Three-Life Emperor Realm expert who has cultivated her future incarnation. Isn’t he afraid of karmic retribution?
"Young Master, you mustn’t speak recklessly!"
"What? So just because she’s some badass powerhouse… I can’t even fantasize about her in my head?" Jiang Che took shamelessness to a whole new level.
"You—"
Jia Yue and the others were speechless!
Fine! Absolutely fine!
After all, the Nine Heavens Beauty Rankings were filled with countless portraits and recordings of celestial maidens. The number of people who indulged in unspeakable acts while gazing at those portraits was beyond counting—it’s not like they could hunt down every single one of them, right?
If they did, at least a third of the Nine Heavens’ population would vanish overnight.
"Enough, I’m done wasting words on you. These mermaids are mine now—I’m taking them!"
Jiang Che descended slowly, walking toward Jia Yue and the others until he stood before the little mermaids.
These mermaid attendants had been carefully selected for him by Qiu Lin, all young maidens with ages precisely between 18 and 20. Though their looks weren’t extraordinary, they were certainly pleasing to the eye.
In an instant, the little mermaids swarmed around Jiang Che.
"Wuwuwu, Young Master Jiang!"
"Young Master Jiang…"
A dozen mermaids—truly a delightful experience for Young Master Jiang.
"Young Master…" Jia Yue opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words.
This guy was clearly a pervert! How could the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens, such a prestigious immortal family, produce such a lustful descendant?
What a disgrace!
...
Just as Jiang Che was about to take the little mermaids back to the Dragon Palace—
Several Tong Shen Realm auras approached from afar.
"Hahaha! I heard Brother Jia Yue caught a group of mortal-world mermaids? Mind letting us have a look?"
The boisterous laughter arrived before the speaker.
Another Fourth Revolution Tong Shen Realm expert!
This one, however, was a massive sea serpent—hundreds of meters long, wreathed in golden flames, its scales a deep crimson.
Jia Yue: "......"
He whispered to Jiang Che via sound transmission, "Young Master, this guy came down to the mortal realm with us. He’s a powerhouse from the Scarletflame Goldscale Python Clan, named Chi Shi…"
"Chi Shi?" Jiang Che frowned.
What the hell kind of name was that?
Soon, Chi Shi arrived before the group.
"Hah! So there really are mermaids! These little mortal-world mermaids might have impure bloodlines, but their looks aren’t bad. A bit too skinny—probably won’t last long—but as long as there are enough of them…"
Chi Shi began leering openly. With his Fourth Revolution Tong Shen Realm cultivation, even if Jia Yue was of the same level, he wouldn’t dare oppose him over a few mortal-world mermaids.
Jia Yue: "......"
The way he looked at Chi Shi was no different from how one would look at a dead man.
Hopeless.
Chi Shi’s gaze burned with desire. Dragons were inherently lustful, and the Scarletflame Goldscale Pythons—a branch of the dragon lineage—had inherited little of their ancestors’ noble blood but all of their depravity, if not more.
"Oh? Brother Jia Yue… Is this human next to you some pretty boy you’re keeping? Hahaha!"
"Not to offend, but this human’s arms and legs are so thin—he’s definitely lacking in that department. You’d be better off with me! I, Chi Shi, am quite famous in the Scarletflame Goldscale Python Clan. I’ve starred in tens of thousands of films, and my memory stone sales have surpassed ten billion…"
Jia Yue, Qiu Lin, Jiang Che: "......"
So this bastard was a damn adult film star!
Just like on Earth, the Nine Heavens had its own thriving adult entertainment industry—systematized and even more diverse.
After all, the Nine Heavens was home to ten thousand races!
The daily revenue from memory stone sales in this sector alone was a staggering astronomical figure.
But Chi Shi had just crossed Jiang Che’s bottom line.
Daring to say Jiang Che was lacking in that department?
You’ve chosen death!
"Snake meat isn’t bad—makes for a good stew," Jiang Che remarked calmly.
Chi Shi froze, then burst into laughter. "You’re just a puny First Revolution Tong Shen Realm cultivator. How dare you—"
Jiang Che dug his ear lazily before raising his hand, assuming the opening stance of the One Palm Scripture.
The One Palm Scripture, the signature technique of Emperor Jiang Hong, was simplicity itself—its entire essence boiled down to one move: slapping the shit out of people!
One slap, and they’d never make a sound again!
"You—"
Chi Shi instantly sensed something was wrong!
This guy was only at the First Revolution Tong Shen Realm, yet the aura he emitted was on par with high-level Tong Shen Realm experts!
"Wait! I surren—BAM!"
A single slap reduced his body and soul to dust.
Silence reclaimed the world.
Watching Chi Shi’s pulverized remains, Qiu Lin—huddled in a corner—gulped repeatedly, his eyes blazing with fanaticism.
This was Young Master Jiang! Though not yet a true Martial God, his future achievements would undoubtedly rival an emperor’s. He’d bet on the right horse—even as a lowly underling, he’d rise to greatness by Jiang Che’s side.
Only his boss was worthy of that Dragon Maiden.
Speaking of which… if his boss really did win the Dragon Maiden’s heart, wouldn’t that mean he’d played a small part in it too?
Meanwhile, Jia Yue and the other merfolk were utterly stunned.
Are you fucking kidding me? This is a First Revolution Tong Shen Realm cultivator?!
Even if you’ve got a Saint Body, your combat power shouldn’t be this absurd!
"Tsk, what a waste of ingredients," Jiang Che sighed.
But then his eyes lit up. "Oh ho! The snake’s gallbladder survived. Now that’s a potent tonic!"
He scampered over to the corpse and plucked out a crimson gallbladder.
The current Jiang Che was a far cry from his former self. He’d shed the label of "trash" and emerged as a bona fide cultivation genius!
With his Immortal Mark, Solar Saint Body, and cultivation techniques all at the Emperor-grade minimum, he’d likely amass enough points to reach 100 million within a week—unlocking his true Chaos Immortal Body!
Who would dare call Young Master Jiang trash now?!
Jiang Che glanced at Jia Yue. "What are you staring at? Never seen a genius before?"
Jia Yue: "......"
He’d certainly never seen one with such thick skin.
But Jiang Che was monstrously talented. With such overwhelming prowess among the younger generation, his future was boundless—no wonder the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens had named him their Eleventh Young Emperor.
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