Jiang Hong was utterly dumbfounded.
Had he ever said such things?
Well... upon reflection, he had actually said that damn line!
Since ascending to the rank of Great Emperor, he hadn’t felt this speechless in years, but now he was struggling to keep his composure.
I told you to go find a girl, but damn, your audacity is off the charts! You actually set your sights on the little princess of the Jialan Clan?
To be fair, Jiang Hong could confidently say that with his terrifying cultivation at the Second-Life Emperor Realm, Jiang Che could provoke 99.9999% of the factions across the Nine Heavens without consequence. Even if he fancied a holy maiden from some grand sect, he could just carry her home without issue.
But Jiang Che had to go and mess with that 0.0001%.
This kid really knows how to pick trouble.
"Jiang Che... I—I never told you to provoke the Jialan Clan’s princess! Do you even know who her mother is? I have to show her respect!"
Jiang Che casually picked his ear in response.
"Elder Ancestor, didn’t you say you were invincible? That you were my unshakable backer? Seems like this ‘backer’ of mine collapses at the first sign of trouble."
Jiang Hong: "......"
[Ding! Host has scammed Great Emperor-level ancestor Jiang Hong, earning 50 million Scam Points.]
Tsk tsk tsk, finally caught the old man—time to milk him dry!
Points from Great Emperor-level powerhouses came in the tens of millions, sometimes even hundreds of millions!
The stronger the target, the higher their fate, the more points they dropped.
Take the Sons of Destiny, for example. Chu Yuan, as the main Son of Destiny, dropped points in the millions, while the others only gave a few hundred thousand.
And they were still weak now! Once they reached Martial God Stage, or even Nirvana and Creation Realms, their point yield would skyrocket to tens of millions. Now that’s some sustainable farming!
...
Jiang Hong: "......"
This little brat has no manners! Does Jiang Hong not deserve face?
He was still a Great Emperor, damn it!
Jiang Hong cursed inwardly—Jiang Che, you’ve got no tact! This old man poured his life’s treasures into you, even gave you the Canglong Ring, and you can’t even spare me some dignity?
But Jiang Che still carried the Jiang Family’s bloodline, even if he was from a branch family and bore the surname Jiang instead of Jiang. Sure, he was cunning and shameless, but he was a Jiang Family Celestial Body. The Jiangs had to protect him, even if it meant sparking an Emperor War!
"Jiang Che, listen to your ancestor... let the Jialan princess go. You like beauties, right? I’ll handpick a few from the Nine Heavens’ Beauty Rankings and send them down to you..."
Jiang Hong was shamelessly throwing his dignity away—what kind of ancestor openly picks a harem for his descendant?
"Elder Ancestor... I’ve fallen for Princess Jia Ling'er at first sight. I beg for your blessing! And for the Jialan Clan’s esteemed ancestors’ approval!"
Jiang Che wore a face of pure sincerity, like a warrior charging for love—though what kind of love? Definitely not the pure kind!
[Ding! Host has scammed multiple Jiang Family ancestors, earning 200 million points.]
[Ding! Host has scammed multiple Jialan Clan ancestors, earning 100 million points.]
Now this is a jackpot.
"You bastard! What ‘love at first sight’? This is lust at first sight! You’ve got wicked intentions toward our princess!" A Jialan Clan Great Emperor’s lips twisted in fury.
Jiang Che’s reputation as a lecher had already spread across the Nine Heavens. Many clans had heard rumors of the Jiang Family’s Celestial Body descendant in the mortal realm—a notorious skirt-chaser. Several noble clans’ holy maidens and divine daughters had planned to descend, but upon hearing Jiang Che’s infamy, they canceled their trips immediately.
Jiang Che straightened his back and gave the Jialan old fossil a lazy glance. "So what if it’s lust? Is my Celestial Body status not worthy of your Jialan princess?"
With that, he decided to show off.
He fully awakened his Chaos Azure Lotus Celestial Body. A lotus of chaos materialized in the air, its roots anchored in the void, exuding an ancient aura that seemed to transcend epochs.
But that wasn’t all.
A True Immortal Martial Mark emerged—a domineering martial will, radiating an indomitable, invincible aura.
And then... the Void Celestial Body!
For the first time, he revealed it before the eyes of multiple Great Emperors. His entire being seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
(Of course, the Void Celestial Body was just special effects—it cost hundreds of millions to actually unlock.)
"Wha—?! The Void Celestial Body?! Since when did you awaken that?!" Jiang Hong’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He completely lost his composure.
The other Jiang Family ancestors wore similar expressions. As Great Emperors, they’d seen everything—but Jiang Che’s case? This was a first.
Twin Celestial Bodies—Chaos and Void!
Once matured, he’d inevitably comprehend the Chaos and Void Daos, two of the top ten Great Daos in existence.
Jiang Che’s talent was already peerless, but now with twin Celestial Bodies and an Immortal Mark? He’s undeniably the number one prodigy in the talent rankings!
The Jialan Clan’s Great Emperors’ expressions shifted from shock to utter bewilderment.
This Jiang Family disciple hid his cards well... Twin Celestial Bodies? Even the ancient records of the Nine Heavens scarcely mention such a thing!
"Well? Is my talent... unworthy of this little mermaid?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jiang Che yanked Jia Ling'er into his arms and casually retracted the Immortal-Binding Rope coiled around her.
Jia Ling'er gasped in relief, but the rope had left deep red marks on her snow-white skin—some areas even swollen from the tight bindings.
"You vile bastard! Don’t think your talent gives you the right to act recklessly! My mother will make you pay... Waaah!"
"Ancestors, please punish this beast! He’s too arrogant!"
Tears streamed down Jia Ling'er’s face. She’d never suffered such humiliation—being manhandled by a lowly human male.
In response, Jiang Che delivered a firm smack to her backside.
"YOU—! I’LL KILL YOU!!" Jia Ling'er thrashed her fishtail furiously, but it was useless against Jiang Che.
...
"The Immortal-Binding Rope?! That’s the real thing?!"
One of the Jiang Family elders narrowed his eyes but kept silent, communicating via divine sense with the others.
The Immortal-Binding Rope—a divine artifact from the ancient Heavenly Court! A treasure capable of restraining immortals themselves!
How did it end up in Jiang Che’s hands?
Only one explanation: he’d likely stumbled upon the lost legacy of the Heavenly Court.
After the fall of the ancient Heavenly Court, its ruins vanished into the river of time. Countless experts across the Nine Heavens had searched for traces of it, but none succeeded.
Some sages theorized that the ruins were hidden in the mortal realm.
And now... it seemed Jiang Che had found them.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
