If you're bold enough, even the fairy can take maternity leave

"You heartless bastard, and here I was planning to storm the Fateweavers' Association to avenge you!"

Hearing Mo Lianxing's words, Jiang Che was genuinely speechless.

Damn it, this was like being a manager at a major corporation—not only slacking off daily without producing results but also stealing company data to sell on the side.

No wonder they wanted you dead!

"Pfft~ The Fateweavers' Association holds so many of the Nine Heavens' secrets, including the fact that the top intelligence organization in the Nine Heavens was founded by them. What's wrong with trading useless info for spirit stones?"

Mo Lianxing felt no shame—in fact, she wore it like a badge of honor!

"Heh, if I were the head of the Fateweavers' Association, you'd already be skinned and gutted," Jiang Che sneered.

"Oh, come now, my dear husband~ You're far too gentle. I refuse to believe you'd be so cruel to a delicate flower like me." Mo Lianxing shamelessly seized the opportunity to flirt.

She single-handedly redefined the phrase "climbing the ladder when given an inch."

This woman wasn’t a succubus, but she might as well have been.

"By the way, if the Fateweavers' Association finds out you're not dead, will they send assassins after you?" Jiang Che idly twirled a lock of Mo Lianxing's hair as he spoke.

Mo Lianxing had shifted her appearance again—this time into a race Jiang Che had never seen before, yet it stirred an undeniable thrill of novelty in him.

While others might crave exotic charm, Young Master Jiang took it a step further—straight to interracial allure, where the wilder, the better!

Mo Lianxing tilted her head, her tongue flicking lightly over her thin lips as if pondering. "Probably not. I’ve been 'dead' for over a thousand years—any debts would’ve been cleared by now."

"Besides... the Earth Pavilion of the Fateweavers' Association doesn’t have the authority to hunt me. At the very least, it’d have to be the Heaven Pavilion. The Nine Heavens consist of 360 domains each, totaling nearly 3,000 Earth Pavilions. Who’d have time to bother with a remnant soul like me?"

A sly, fox-like grin curled her lips as a thought struck her.

"Husband~ How about we go to the Nine Heavens and charm some Chosen Maidens?"

Jiang Che arched a brow. What was this woman scheming now?

That said, he was intrigued by the idea of Chosen Maidens. Aside from Mo Lianxing, the only other woman of destiny he’d encountered was Su Mianmian, the girl who’d once transmigrated into his Ragdoll cat.

Speaking of Su Mianmian, the catgirl had since stumbled upon her own fortune—awakening the bloodline legacy of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Cat. She’d already grown three tails, so many that Jiang Che couldn’t even hold them all in both hands.

"Chosen Maidens? Actually... I’ve barely seen any women with strong fate in the mortal branch of the Fateweavers' Association. Even in my Cultivators' Academy, they’re few and far between. Why is that?"

The entire mortal branch of the Fateweavers' Association didn’t have a single woman!

His Cultivators' Academy wasn’t devoid of female students, but their looks were... average at best. The highest score among them barely scraped a 90. Asking a refined young master like Jiang Che to settle for coarse fare?

Not a chance.

A few years ago, Jiang Che might’ve felt a stir of youthful desire, but his standards had long since evolved.

As for the women around him, even if some hadn’t been flawless beauties at first, they’d grown alongside him. Through dual cultivation and his... generous "nourishment," they’d blossomed magnificently—especially now that they’d all begun immortal cultivation.

Even Bai Jie, who’d started with the weakest foundation, had transformed into a butterfly. Though her habit of stealing his underwear hadn’t improved—if anything, it’d worsened.

As for those like Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao, whose beauty had always been top-tier? Their skin and figures were now so flawless they defied criticism.

To put it crudely: one had "lickable" jade feet—no psychological barriers there. The other? Well... the taste was a bit intense.

"Hmm... Chosen Maidens truly are rare. Even in the Fateweavers' Association, the male-to-female ratio starts at 10:1!"

"Low-tier fate women aren’t nonexistent, but they’re usually busy with romance. The Association values utility—those love-struck maidens don’t make the cut."

"In the Nine Heavens, most talented female cultivators come from prestigious backgrounds—either as noble clan heiresses or sect holy maidens... The Fateweavers' Association can’t easily interfere."

"The Chosen Maidens who do join the Association... are all high-ranking. Rumor has it the Heaven Pavilion houses many formidable women—immortal maidens who’ve transcended worldly attachments, empresses who’ve reincarnated to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, fallen demonic sovereigns..."

Mo Lianxing shot Jiang Che a meaningful glance, her eyes brimming with mischief.

Knowing him, he was definitely tempted. He might play coy now, but once they reached the Nine Heavens, those Chosen Maidens wouldn’t stand a chance.

"Husband, those women in the Heaven Pavilion are vicious. They’re nothing like your harem of love-struck girls who’d follow you at a finger’s crook. Their strength is no joke either—any Chosen Maiden in the Heaven Pavilion is at least an Emperor-tier cultivator!"

Clearly, Mo Lianxing was stirring the pot.

She kept one secret to herself: the one who’d annihilated her physical form in the Nine Heavens had been a Chosen Maiden from the Heaven Pavilion. That disdainful gaze, the way she’d crushed Mo Lianxing like an ant—the memory still burned.

"Heh, no need to bait me. I’ll visit the Fateweavers' Association sooner or later. As for those Chosen Maidens... tsk tsk."

Jiang Che left the thought hanging, but his stance was obvious.

Empresses? Immortal maidens?

Let me ask—have any of you transcended the Heavenly Dao?

If not, your status doesn’t surpass mine. Once I finish my training, every last one of you will be warming my bed!

Ahem—never mind that he was currently just a measly first-rank Divine Transformation cultivator. Even toads dream of swan meat.

Boldness makes the impossible possible—even immortals take maternity leave!

Every man craves conquest—either dominating women or being dominated beneath their heels (or skirts).

He’d bide his time, amass power, and when he finally stepped into the Nine Heavens? That so-called Fateweavers' Association could go to hell.

Chosen Sons would be harvested like crops; Chosen Maidens would become his wives.

An immortal maiden who’s seen eternity? A ruthless empress? A demonic sovereign?

Now that sounded like a challenge. And Jiang Che loved challenges.

Even someone as emotionally stunted as Shen Yu had fallen for him—how hard could these empresses be? Worst case, he’d just recycle his old tricks.

Watching Jiang Che’s expression, Mo Lianxing shivered, silently pitying the Heaven Pavilion’s Chosen Maidens.

Lifelong celibates, every last one of them—doomed to fall into Jiang Che’s hands.

She had absolute faith in his status, especially his system—an abomination capable of exchanging for celestial physiques.

Recalling the previous Supreme Longevity Elixir, she had a bold speculation—perhaps Jiang Che never had a master to begin with. From start to finish, his reliance had always been the system!