"Achoo!"
Jiang Che sneezed. "Who's talking about me?"
In a way, his sixth sense was spot-on—a certain tsundere little mermaid was already preparing to descend and capture him.
At the moment, Young Master Jiang was at the Jiang family residence, listening to Old Man Jiang Hong's teachings.
Ever since gifting Jiang Che the Canglong Ring, the old man had taken an extraordinary interest in his only disciple, frequently descending to the mortal realm through various means.
"Jiang Che, what level have you reached in the One Palm Scripture I taught you?"
A faint silhouette hovered before Jiang Che, hands clasped behind his back, his expression stern.
"I've already mastered it to perfection," Jiang Che replied nonchalantly.
"Only mastered it to perfection? You spend your days indulging in women... I knew it—wait! Did you just say you've mastered it to perfection??" Jiang Hong nearly lost his composure.
"That's right. I've comprehended all the true essence of the One Palm Scripture. The only thing holding me back is my cultivation level."
Jiang Che spoke as if it were no big deal.
He truly had mastered the One Palm Scripture to its peak. Without exaggeration... whatever insights Jiang Hong had, Jiang Che had them too. The only difference was his lower cultivation level.
It was like playing a game where you max out all your talents, skills, and affinities in advance but still lack the levels to match.
"How is this possible? You're just a minor cultivator at the Divine Comprehension stage. This is an Emperor-tier technique, not some common trash you'd find on the roadside!"
Jiang Hong was almost amused by the absurdity.
"Esteemed Ancestor, I swear I'm not lying!"
With that, Jiang Che directly demonstrated his comprehension of the technique's true essence right in front of Jiang Hong's projection.
Jiang Hong: "???"
The old man stiffened.
"This... this..."
The One Palm Scripture was an Emperor-level technique he had spent his entire life studying. Its most crucial aspect was the invincible intent behind each strike—a single palm to annihilate all foes. This wasn't something you could fake.
How had this kid grasped it in just a month?
Worse yet, he hadn't even taught him properly... Was he making himself look redundant?
Jiang Che, however, remained unfazed. When in doubt, just turn to the system!
The One Palm Scripture was merely an Emperor-tier technique. A few hundred thousand points in the system were enough to max out its proficiency.
In the system, Emperor-tier techniques generally cost millions of points, but purchasing them came with instant mastery.
"Uh... Ancestor Jiang Hong, is the One Palm Scripture really that hard? I found it pretty simple."
Jiang Che's casual remark reached heights of effortless arrogance that pretenders could only dream of.
Jiang Hong: "......"
Was this the power of a Chaos Immortal Body + Immortal Mark + Spatial Dao Laws + the Destiny Sovereign of the Ancestral Land?
A once-in-an-era genius stacked with every possible buff, casually mastering in a month what took others millennia of grueling cultivation.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy—though, since Jiang Che was his disciple, Jiang Hong quickly consoled himself.
"By the way, Jiang Che, have you found the Chaos Fruit I left for you in the Canglong Ring?" Jiang Hong asked.
"Treasure that Chaos Fruit. You'd be hard-pressed to find another like it across the Nine Heavens! Once you reach the Nirvana stage, consuming it will allow you to condense a Chaos Heart."
Jiang Hong grew more animated as he spoke. "With your once-in-a-hundred-millennia Chaos Immortal Body, you're destined to comprehend the Chaos Laws. If you then forge a Chaos Heart... fully merging with chaos itself, you might even grasp the Chaos Origin in the future... breaking through the shackles of legend. When the Immortal Realm finally coalesces, you'll still stand at the pinnacle."
As a Great Emperor, Jiang Hong was usually beyond such emotional displays, but even he couldn't contain his excitement.
This investment was beyond worthwhile. Though the kid was cunning, greedy, and a bit of a skirt-chaser, at least he wasn't the ungrateful type.
"Ancestor Jiang Hong, what exactly do you mean by the 'Immortal Realm'?"
Jiang Hong paused, then chuckled. Seeing no reason to hold back, he explained.
"No harm in telling you. You know of the Nine Heavens' origin, right? After the ancient Celestial Court fell, the Nine Heavens gradually emerged. The Heavenly Dao's power was split into ten parts, with the mortal realm—the Ancestral Land—claiming one."
"The current resurgence of spiritual energy is actually being driven by the powerhouses of the Nine Heavens. Once the spiritual energy fully revives... the Nine Heavens and the mortal realm will merge completely. With the combined efforts of countless immortals, a true Immortal Realm may be born—one where the legendary immortality can be attained!"
"So the true golden age is coming. I won't lie... gifting you treasures like the Canglong Ring is absolutely me buying your loyalty!"
Jiang Hong was blunt and unapologetic.
For a moment, Jiang Che actually felt a little guilty. The old man was being so transparent, while he'd been using a fake name all along. That didn't sit right.
"Uh... actually, Ancestor Jiang Hong, my real name isn't Jiang Che. It's Jiang Che."
Jiang Hong blinked. "Yes, I know you're Jiang Che."
"Ancestor, my surname is Jiang—as in 'the great river flows east'..." Jiang Che's gaze drifted, betraying his guilt.
Jiang Hong: "......"
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Instantly, Jiang Che's guilt vanished. Ah, nothing like the generosity of his ancestors—rewards in the hundreds of millions!
A Great Emperor ancestor only needed to lift a finger, and it outweighed years of grinding from the common folk.
"Hah! Jiang Che, Jiang Che! What a Jiang Che you are, fooling even me? Wait... what about the Heavenly Dao oath you swore earlier...?"
Jiang Hong immediately began calculating, only to grow even more speechless.
Logically, Jiang Che's little lie shouldn't have held up under his scrutiny. He was a Great Emperor—a mere thought could unveil the truth.
But he'd never bothered to verify Jiang Che's background. After all, he prided himself on his sharp judgment. Once he trusted someone, he didn't second-guess.
"Never mind. If you could even fool the Heavenly Dao, this old man can take some comfort in that."
The Heavenly Dao saw all. Though he didn't know how Jiang Che had pulled it off, the kid probably had some supreme treasure masking his true identity.
"Ancestor Jiang Hong, even if I'm not a Jiang by blood, I swear I'll stand firmly with the Jiang family in the future!"
Jiang Che immediately pledged his loyalty. After all, he still needed the Jiang family's backing.
And honestly, Jiang Hong had treated him exceptionally well—practically emptying his coffers for him. The only thing he hadn't handed over was his underwear.
Jiang Hong laughed. "You rascal... you like beautiful women, don't you? Once you ascend to the Nine Heavens, just snatch up any maiden you fancy. This ancestor will back you!"
Such a young man, so easily handled.
"Ancestor, you mean it?" Jiang Che's eyes lit up. Having a Great Emperor as backup? Now that was the life.
"The word of a Great Emperor is law. No falsehoods." Jiang Hong stroked his beard.
Jiang Che grinned wider. What kind of celestial beauties had Young Master Jiang set his sights on?
The Mermaid Queen. The Destiny Maiden from the Heaven Pavilion...
I just hope this old man Jiang Hong keeps his word when the time comes.
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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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
