The Jiang Family's Enthusiasm: Earning Points Like Crazy

Jiang Hong was also stunned.

Jiang Che had actually found the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court? And might even have been chosen as its inheritor?

Before this, they had doubted whether Jiang Che was truly the Chosen One of the mortal realm, the fated protagonist!

But now, it seemed undeniable. If he had been selected by the ancient Heavenly Court, wasn’t that proof enough?

"Ahem... I think Jiang Che makes a valid point. My clan’s junior, Jiang Che, possesses dual immortal physiques. Surely, that makes him worthy of your Galan Clan’s Imperial Princess?"

An elderly man in white robes from the Jiang family stroked his beard and spoke calmly.

This was an ancient monster who had lived for who knew how many years—a Third-Life Emperor!

"This—" Jia Tengying’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. Just moments ago, these Jiang clansmen had been siding with them, ready to punish this upstart Jiang descendant. Why the sudden change?

But then he remembered Jiang Che’s terrifying talent—dual immortal physiques! As long as he didn’t die prematurely, he would undoubtedly become one of the Nine Heavens’ future leaders!

"Enough! My disciple, Jiang Che... I’ll protect him! If the Galan Empress comes seeking revenge... let her come. Worst case, I’ll dig up my old man who’s been buried in his coffin for tens of thousands of years—he’s still got half a breath left in him..."

Jiang Hong suddenly grew bold. He understood—the talent and potential Jiang Che had displayed were enough for the Jiang Clan to stake everything on him.

Even if the Galan Empress, that madwoman, went completely berserk and waged an Emperor-level war against the Jiang Clan, costing them several Great Emperors... as long as Jiang Che lived, it would still be a worthwhile investment.

[Ding! Host has successfully scammed the entire Nine Heavens’ Jiang Clan. Reward: 1 billion points.]

Jiang Che was practically soaring with joy. The points he’d milked from the ancestors this time were enough to buy seven or eight immortal physiques. Once he farmed a bit more, he could outfit all his wives with immortal physiques.

Imagine an army of immortal physiques! Once they ascended to the Nine Heavens, those arrogant Nine Heavens natives would finally see who the real country bumpkins were!

...

A valuable person would never be treated as disposable, no matter where they were.

Even a murderer sentenced to death could earn a reduced sentence by inventing something in prison... let alone someone like Jiang Che.

In an instant, the Jiang Clan made their decision—they would protect Jiang Che at all costs.

"Jiang Che, my boy, I’ll say it again—go wild! If you see a pretty girl from any clan, just carry her off! We ancestors will back you up!"

Jiang Hong thumped his chest, his attitude flipping instantly.

Hearing this, Jiang Che grinned from ear to ear.

"Ancestor, are you serious?"

"An Emperor never jokes!"

"I’ve heard the Galan Empress is a peerless beauty, a face that could topple nations. If I could..."

The Jiang Clan ancestors: "......"

The Galan Clan’s Great Emperors: "......"

"You dare insult our Empress?!" The Galan Clan’s Great Emperor nearly exploded with rage.

Even Jiang Hong and the others broke out in cold sweat. This Jiang Che had the audacity to even think such things! Did he have a death wish?

The Galan Empress was not someone he could touch! Even if they tied her up and delivered her to him, he wouldn’t be able to pry her legs open—wait, no, mermaids didn’t have legs...

"Alright, alright. Jiang Che, just take good care of the Galan Clan’s princess for now. Leave the rest to us."

"Oh, and since you have an immortal physique and your cultivation is still low, your chances of producing offspring are high. Best to sire as many descendants as possible. If you can birth an immortal infant... the Galan Clan surely won’t hold a grudge."

The Jiang ancestors’ words nearly made the Galan Clan’s Great Emperors spit blood in fury.

They had come to demand justice, but now things had turned out like this?

"What? Fellow Emperors... are you looking to start a fight in our Jiang Clan?"

A hunched old man from the Jiang Clan stroked his beard and spoke mildly—a Second-Life Emperor!

The Jiang Clan had seven Great Emperors present, including one Third-Life Emperor.

The Galan Clan only had two—one First-Life and one Second-Life. They stood no chance, whether in a duel or a brawl.

"Hmph... So the Jiang Clan shields their juniors like this? Do you truly think the Galan Clan is weak?"

Jia Tengying spat out a final threat before fleeing with the rest of his clansmen.

"Ancestor! Ancestor... please go back and report to my mother!" Jia Ling'er’s face paled. Her once-proud backing had vanished.

Did this mean she was truly at the mercy of this human man?

"Princess, don’t worry. We’ll report to Her Majesty immediately. We will rescue you!"

With that, the Galan Clan’s Great Emperors vanished.

Jia Ling'er: "......"

Tears welled in her eyes. By the time they returned, she’d probably already been defiled by this human.

No—!

The proud mermaid princess was now utterly terrified.

Her large, watery eyes darted to Jiang Che, only to find him grinning at her. And then... Jia Ling'er completely broke down.

Fear and helplessness flooded her heart. Why had she ever followed them to the mortal realm?

Now she was isolated, with no one to rely on—like a beautiful elven saintess stripped of her magic and thrown into a goblin den.

...

After the Galan Clan left, the Jiang Clan’s Great Emperors fixed their burning gazes on Jiang Che. Though these were merely projections sent across countless realms, their eyes still gleamed with intensity.

The Void Immortal Physique!

"Jiang Che, do you truly possess the Void Immortal Physique?!" Jiang Hong asked urgently.

The Void Immortal Physique was also known as the Heaven-Deceiving Physique—one that could even fool the Heavenly Dao. Naturally, it could evade an Emperor’s detection, so Jiang Hong wasn’t entirely surprised.

Jiang Che smiled faintly. He hadn’t had it before, but now he did.

In just a single day, the Jiang ancestors had exploded with over two billion points, making Jiang Che an overnight tycoon. He’d spent four hundred million to purchase the Void Immortal Physique.

So, in a way... he now truly had dual immortal physiques.

"This... is truly heaven-defying! In my seventy thousand years of life, I’ve never seen such talent! Dual immortal physiques... I’ve only read about them in ancient texts!" A withered old Jiang ancestor exclaimed. Living seventy thousand years meant he was a Third-Life Emperor.

"Fifty thousand years ago, the Human Emperor was said to possess dual immortal physiques and ruled the Nine Heavens for a hundred thousand years. Now, Jiang Che, you have the same! Haha... The heavens favor our Jiang Clan!"

A dozen old men rejoiced. At this moment, all internal faction struggles within the Jiang Clan ceased.

When one’s talent was merely outstanding, it might spark infighting. But when it reached a level where one could elevate the entire clan to new heights, all schemes and plots vanished.

"Alright, alright. Ancestors, I’ve got business to attend to. We’ll talk later..." Jiang Che was growing impatient.

Young Master Jiang was craving some fish, and these old fogies had no sense of timing!

Jiang Che's demeanor drew hearty laughter from the elders of the Jiang family. "Haha... You young ones these days truly have boldness to spare. Even in my youth, I wasn’t as daring as you!"

"You lacked daring? Back when you went out to train in your youth, you ‘accidentally wandered’ into the Hehuan Demon Sect and returned over a decade later with hundreds of descendants, sweeping through entire regions. I’d be embarrassed to even bring it up..."

"Jiang Baipiao, that title of yours—‘Emperor Freeloader’—should I expose the truth in front of the younger generation?"

Jiang Che: "......"

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