"Old man, I don’t care what kind of background you have. This alchemy furnace belongs to our Jiang Family. All of you, scram!" Jiang Yunhuang’s attitude was unyielding. Even if the alchemy furnace had once belonged to the Destiny Association, now that it was in the hands of the Jiang Family, it was theirs.
Lin Chong, the leading Chosen One, wore an extremely unpleasant expression. They had descended to the Mortal Realm intending to establish contact with the local branch of the Destiny Association, only to find it completely unreachable. After searching for a long time, they stumbled upon an astonishing secret—how could a small family in the Mortal Realm possess an alchemy furnace?
"Old man, there was once an imperial clan in the Nine Heavens that stole one of our association’s alchemy furnaces and refused to return it. The entire clan was annihilated by the Destiny Association. Do you wish to follow in their footsteps?"
The moment Lin Chong spoke, the expressions of the Jiang Family’s experts from the Nine Heavens darkened as well.
"Destiny Association, are you trying to wage war against our Jiang Family of the Nine Heavens? Do you truly believe we fear you?"
Though the Jiang Family in the Mortal Realm was merely a branch of their Nine Heavens lineage, they couldn’t just let themselves be bullied—especially since Jiang Che was their Imperial Scion!
In an instant, the atmosphere grew tense.
Though Jiang Yunhuang, a fifth-tier Divine Transformation cultivator, was formidable, the members of the Destiny Association were no pushovers either. A fifth-tier Divine Transformation expert wasn’t necessarily unbeatable.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxu, the younger cousin, had already secretly taken out a communication stone to contact Jiang Che.
Since Jiang Che often resided in the undersea Dragon Palace, his phone rarely had signal, leaving the communication stone as the only reliable method.
The situation was critical—a fight could break out at any moment. The opposing force was aggressive, and even with the backing of the Nine Heavens Jiang Family, they might still be outmatched.
Jiang Che was their only hope. When in doubt, call Brother Jiang—it was never the wrong move!
......
At that moment, Jiang Che was enjoying a beachside bonfire dinner with his women.
"Charcoal-grilled giant mantis shrimp—Dong'er, slow down..."
"Jiang Che!!! That mantis shrimp was my mount! How dare you grill it?! I’ll fight you... Mmm... Oh my god, this is delicious..."
Yu Wan'er was on the verge of tears when she saw the remains of her beloved mount—until Jiang Che stuffed a piece of shrimp roe into her mouth. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled... from the corners of her lips.
"Sis... Can I have a bite too? I’m hungry~~~"
Xiao Wanwan sidled up to Xiao Sisi and whispered.
Ever since Jiang Che had claimed her, Xiao Wanwan had become increasingly withdrawn. The once-proud tsundere had lost much of her former edge.
She used to think she had an aversion to men, but after tasting the forbidden fruit, she couldn’t stop herself.
"Here, Wanwan, eat as much as you want. Why be so reserved? We’ve already crossed the point of no return with Jiang Che—what’s wrong with taking a little more from him?"
Xiao An'an tore into a giant lobster, her words muffled as she chewed.
Xiao Wanwan: "..."
"Wanwan, you’re just too shy. Listen to my plan—us triplets in matching Lolita outfits, looking cute and innocent? Jiang Che won’t stand a chance!"
Xiao Wanwan: "..."
Why not just say "three against one" outright?
Still, the idea did stir something in her.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che glanced their way, a faint smirk playing on his lips, before turning his attention back to the mermaid maids’ performance.
Honestly, the mermaid maids were already quite alluring, but compared to the mermaid queen from the photo collection, they were worlds apart.
That mermaid queen’s curves and tail were divinely crafted—one glance was enough to sear her image into memory.
And her cultivation? Peak-level Great Emperor!
A soft rice bowl so fragrant and bountiful... Jiang Che would eat it by any means necessary!
Just then, his communication stone vibrated.
"Huh? What’s my little bro calling for?"
The moment he touched the stone, his brows furrowed.
The Destiny Association from the Nine Heavens had come?
And they were acting this arrogantly?
Claiming his alchemy furnace as theirs?
Are these really Chosen Ones? They seem more like stray dogs.
Well, dealing with Chosen Ones was something he excelled at.
...
The Destiny Association refused to back down.
"The alchemy furnace is of utmost importance—we cannot afford to lose it!" Lin Chong said coldly.
As the master of the Human Pavilion and a fourth-tier Divine Transformation cultivator, he stood his ground.
As tensions rose, a hearty laugh echoed from the distance.
"I see the Jiang Family has cultivated many spirit fields, including some of high-grade quality. Benefactors, would you be so kind as to donate a few to our Buddhist sect?"
Several barefoot monks in dark yellow robes floated over on clouds, smiling amiably.
"Western Paradise Buddhists!" An elder of the Nine Heavens Jiang Family frowned, his gaze wary.
"Bald donkeys? Even the Nine Heavens has bald donkeys?"
Jiang Yunhuang scowled. His impression of Buddhists wasn’t great—in his youth, he’d taken a liking to a young nun, only to be beaten black and blue by a Buddhist grandmaster!
Bald donkeys...
The Buddhist experts nearly lost their composure.
"Elder Benefactor, why insult our sect from the start? Out of respect for your age... a few high-grade spirit fields as compensation will settle this matter."
"Who the hell are you calling ‘elder benefactor’?!"
Jiang Yunhuang couldn’t take it anymore. These shameless bald monks showed up demanding spirit fields—what next? Raiding the pantry?
By now, the Divine Transformation experts of the Nine Heavens Jiang Family had stepped forward.
"Gentlemen, you’re nothing more than expendable pawns sent down from the Nine Heavens. Do you really think your factions would risk war with our Jiang Family over your deaths?"
"But for us, the Jiang Family of the Mortal Realm is the ancestral clan of our Imperial Scion, Jiang Che. We will protect them at all costs!"
Jiang Chusheng spoke firmly. He had witnessed Jiang Che’s Divine Transformation tribulation firsthand—it was no ordinary saint’s trial. Combined with the clan’s intense focus on Jiang Che, the conclusion was obvious.
This newly ascended Imperial Scion was most likely a celestial physique, or at the very least, a celestial-grade spiritual root.
He had to be protected!
Just then, a mocking voice rang out from the skies.
"Haha... Bullying the weak with your influence? Is this the way of the great clans and sects of the Nine Heavens? Truly enlightening."
A terrifying pressure descended, crushing down like a mountain upon everyone present.
At the same time, an elderly man with a youthful face and white training robes descended on auspicious clouds.
Though his frame was slender, the aura he exuded far surpassed anyone else there.
"Martial... Martial God Realm?" A Buddhist cultivator widened his eyes, his expression filled with utter disbelief.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
