After Jiang Ruoxu left, Mo Lianxing let out a soft sigh.
It was as if she had exhaled all her melancholy in that breath, and in an instant, her wistful expression transformed into sheer delight.
A flawless zero-frame mood shift—truly a masterclass in acting!
"Hehe... a fire-attribute Saint-grade spirit stone! Wow... I hit the jackpot! My little disciple is quite filial, knowing how to repay his master... all that teaching wasn’t in vain, hehe."
Mo Lianxing picked up the Saint-grade spirit stone and gave it a little nibble. Mmm... genuine!
Jiang Che watched the woman’s shameless antics and suddenly remembered that, in terms of soul age, she was actually over five thousand years old.
"Have you... always been like this?" Jiang Che asked slowly.
"Like what? Greedy? Who in the cultivation world isn’t obsessed with spirit stones? Even those bald monks in the Buddhist sects covet them!"
Mo Lianxing pulled out a small storage pouch filled with spirit stones. With a flick of her finger, she tossed the new addition inside.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. The pouch was now packed to the brim—hundreds of high-grade spirit stones, over a dozen top-grade ones she’d swiped from Jiang Che, and two Saint-grade spirit stones.
One was the water-attribute Saint-grade stone Jiang Che had given her, and the other was the one Jiang Ruoxu had just handed over.
Jiang Che’s gaze softened. Mo Lianxing might seem like a money-grubber, but he had never seen a truly avaricious glint in her eyes.
Even the Saint-grade spirit stones were casually tossed into the pouch.
The one he’d gifted her earlier had never been used for cultivation—it just collected dust in storage.
It left him a little puzzled.
"Wifey, is your soul age really five thousand?" Jiang Che asked.
Mo Lianxing nodded. "Yep. At my peak, I was a supreme expert who underwent nine Nirvana rebirths, just one step away from the Creation Realm. Five thousand years old... hubby, your age isn’t even a fraction of my fraction."
"Then... tell me your story? We’re an old married couple now—no secrets between us, right?"
Jiang Che shamelessly pressed on. What troubles could an immortal fairy like her possibly have?
Mo Lianxing glanced at him. "What story? I spent my Nirvana period undergoing nine rebirths, each time secluding myself for a century or two. Just that alone took nearly two thousand years of sleep. Then I spent another thousand-plus years hiding inside a ring..."
"Uh... two thousand years of sleep? Wifey, you must have some impressive sleep quality," Jiang Che said with a strained smile.
Mo Lianxing sighed softly. "Well, there are downsides too. The usual curse of immortality—watching your peers fade away one by one. Every time I awoke from Nirvana, another old friend would either pass on or fail in their breakthrough. But after a while... you get used to it."
"But hubby, you don’t have to worry about that!" Mo Lianxing grinned slyly. "You’ve got those flawless Longevity Pills—each one grants a full ten years of life without any diminishing returns. That’s practically a form of immortality right there. Fewer troubles for you!"
"Oh, and hubby, you must never, ever tell anyone that your master can refine flawless Longevity Pills. Not a soul! Otherwise, something truly terrifying will come knocking."
Mo Lianxing lowered her voice.
"In the Nine Heavens, even an Emperor’s lifespan rarely exceeds twenty or thirty thousand years. Not even those who’ve mastered the Three-Life Emperor Realm and glimpsed their future selves have been known to live a hundred thousand years. And the legendary immortals? They too face the limits of mortality!"
"In the Nine Heavens, Longevity Pills are the easiest to refine—many alchemists start with them. You’ve got pills that add one year, ten years, even a hundred. But no matter how talented the alchemist, they always circle back to Longevity Pills. Know why?"
"Longevity Pills defy the natural order. One pill can extend your life... but the effects diminish sharply with each subsequent dose. If that weren’t the case, wouldn’t everyone in the Nine Heavens live forever?"
"Countless genius alchemists have tried to create the perfect Longevity Pill—one without diminishing returns. Almost all failed. Rumor has it that the Alchemy God of the Destiny Seekers’ Association once succeeded in refining a flawless pill... but it only added ten minutes of life before he met a gruesome, inexplicable death."
Then Mo Lianxing’s expression turned deadly serious.
"Hubby, I know your status is lofty—you might not even bat an eye at an Emperor. But the waters of the Nine Heavens run deep. The secret of the flawless Longevity Pills must never get out. Not even the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens can be trusted!"
"That Alchemy God who broke the rules? In life, he was a First Tribulation Immortal, a Pavilion Master of one of the Heaven Pavilions. And yet, even he died horribly. The Destiny Seekers’ Association couldn’t save him."
Mo Lianxing had revealed a lot.
"Oh? Wifey, you seem quite familiar with the Destiny Seekers’ Association," Jiang Che remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Mo Lianxing hesitated. "Hubby, I do have... some history with them."
"There was a time I climbed to the position of Deputy Pavilion Master in one of the Nine Heavens’ Earth Pavilions. But they never promoted me or raised my pay, so I quietly resigned. Plus, I overheard too many secrets during my tenure... and they tried to silence me. Luckily, my soul survived and ended up in the lower realm."
Jiang Che: "???"
He’d suspected she had ties to the Destiny Seekers’ Association, but he never imagined Mo Lianxing had once been a member!
"And the reason they didn’t promote you... are you sure it wasn’t because you kept skipping work for your century-long Nirvana naps?"
Jiang Che hit the nail on the head. Mo Lianxing nearly choked.
She had indeed slacked off. The Association allowed paid cultivation leave, so she exploited it—every Nirvana cycle lasted nearly a century. Pure opportunism.
"Aiya, hubby, digging too deep takes the fun out of things!"
"So what, you want me to avenge you? Wipe out the entire Destiny Seekers’ Association?"
Mo Lianxing stuck out her tongue. "Jumping straight to slaughter? Are you some kind of ultra-aggressive tyrant?"
Then again, judging by Jiang Che’s... certain appetites, maybe he was.
"Tch, now you’re mocking me? Should we step into the Soul Nurturing Ring for a little chat?"
Mo Lianxing shrank back. "Hubby, the Destiny Seekers’ Association is a tangled web. No need for revenge... honestly, the fault was mostly mine. I got caught selling classified Association intel..."
Jiang Che: "..."
Well, there I was feeling indignant on your behalf, and it turns out you’re just your usual, unrepentant, shameless self!

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.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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?!

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!