Jiang Che glanced at that Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal. Even though her lie had been exposed... she remained utterly unruffled.
"Yao Yao, do you know this woman?" Jiang Che pointed at the white-haired Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal.
Ye Mengyao was currently lost in Jiang Che's embrace—she hadn't had a moment alone with him in so long that she wished she could drown herself in his arms. Only now did she lift her gaze and realize there was someone else nearby.
"Her... oh... she’s the one who taught me my cultivation technique!" Ye Mengyao answered unprompted.
"Taught you a technique?"
"Right. I... I’ve been in seclusion training all this time, trying to catch up to you... But my talent is so poor, and I’m so foolish. The gap between us just keeps growing... I was terrified that one day, standing by your side would embarrass you—that I wouldn’t even be fit to be a pretty vase. So when she appeared in my mind and offered me an immortal cultivation method that ignored innate talent... I believed her!"
Ye Mengyao lowered her head slightly, sensing that her actions had likely caused Jiang Che a great deal of trouble.
Ah, so that’s how it is!
The heavy stone in Jiang Che’s heart finally dropped, and his confident smirk returned.
"Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, care to explain what’s going on here? You tricked my woman into cultivating the Path of Heartlessness, didn’t you?"
Jiang Che was furious. Ye Mengyao had only wanted to improve herself, yet this woman had deceived her into practicing heartlessness. Thankfully, he’d discovered it early—if she’d truly fallen into that path, he would’ve been ready to kill.
The Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal remained as composed as ever, summoning a chair from the void and sitting down gracefully.
"I did deceive her. But if she truly had no inner demons... why would she have embraced the Path of Heartlessness so quickly?"
"Moreover, she is but one of my reincarnated selves. It was always her destiny to sever all emotions and desires, to walk the immortal path of forgetfulness..."
"Sever your damn granny!" Jiang Che couldn’t help but curse.
Zero-frame counterattack—the calm and poise of a veteran artist.
Supreme: "......"
Ye Mengyao frowned, studying the white-haired woman who looked nearly identical to her.
"I... I’m your reincarnated self?" she murmured, more to herself than to the immortal.
"Correct. I am the Supreme, master of the Path of Forgetfulness. You are but a fragment of my existence—you are me, and I am you."
Ye Mengyao seemed to grasp it. "So you’re saying... we share the same origin?"
"You could say that. By cultivating my Path of Heartlessness, ascending to true immortality will be effortless. An immortal... must naturally sever all earthly attachments."
At this, Ye Mengyao tilted her head, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.
Then, right in front of the Supreme, she wrapped her arms around Jiang Che’s neck and kissed him passionately.
Jiang Che: "......"
Supreme: "......"
Jiang Che instantly understood Ye Mengyao’s little scheme. Since this Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal was clearly a celestial being, there was no need to hold back.
Oh, you claim to have abandoned love and desire?
Fine—I’ll make you experience firsthand just how intoxicating those emotions can be!
In the endless dark void, the Supreme stood frozen in awkward silence, forcibly immobilized by Jiang Che’s system and left to spectate helplessly.
[Ding! Host successfully trolled ‘Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal.’ Reward: 300 million Troll Points.]
Nice, another points-farming machine.
Not like Young Master Jiang had any shame—an extra audience member was no issue.
......
Three days later.
Jiang Che successfully rescued Ye Mengyao’s soul.
Naturally, he also squeezed a hefty sum of points out of the Supreme.
This Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal’s origins were shrouded in mystery. Anyone daring to take the name "Supreme" was likely among the strongest even among true immortals. Meanwhile, Jiang Che was just a puny Divine Passage cultivator—yet nowadays, who were his usual targets for exploitation?
Even emperors couldn’t satisfy his appetite anymore. Now he was scamming actual immortals.
"Jiang Che... I’m sorry for worrying you. I just wanted so badly to improve. I... I was afraid I wouldn’t be worthy of you. Now that you’ve attained an immortal physique... the gap between us will only grow wider."
Ye Mengyao’s voice trailed off as she hung her head, her guilty expression making even Jiang Che feel a pang of remorse.
Holding her soul close, he reassured her, "It’s fine. I’ve now comprehended the Time Law—I have plenty of time to spare. I’ll always make time for you."
He didn’t say "you all," but "you."
Truthfully, Jiang Che hadn’t neglected his women before—but it had always been a harem-style arrangement, like an emperor touring his concubines.
After the incident with Ye Mengyao, though, he realized—no more harem-style treatment. Regular one-on-one dates were essential.
"Besides, even if your talent’s lacking, your husband can always enhance it for you. Whatever immortal physique you want... consider it done!"
The word "husband" sent a blush creeping across Ye Mengyao’s cheeks. Despite being together for so long—and by frequency alone, they were practically an old married couple—he’d never called himself that before.
"N-no need for that, right?" She peeked shyly at the "other her"—the white-haired Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal, who remained unshaken despite having coughed up billions in troll points.
Then, as if reaching a decision, Ye Mengyao turned back to the Supreme.
"Supreme, you once said that as your reincarnated self, cultivating your technique would make me emotionless, right?"
The Supreme lightly brushed her sleeves. "It is your fate. Even now, as you cling to this man, the seed of forgetfulness is buried deep within your heart. Even without my guidance... one day, you will awaken to the Path of Heartlessness."
"I don’t believe you! If you say I’ll walk the Path of Forgetfulness, then I’ll prove the opposite—even if I cultivate your technique, I won’t lose my emotions!"
"Just as you once said: The Path of Forgetfulness begins with awareness of love, deepens with passion, peaks in extreme devotion... and only then transcends into detachment. Love takes root in the heart, yet does not bind it—unshaken by emotion, unburdened by attachment."
Facing the remnant soul of a true immortal, Ye Mengyao didn’t back down an inch.
The white-haired Supreme was momentarily stunned, then shook her head. She had cultivated the Path of Heartlessness for millions of years, enduring countless reincarnations in the mortal world until all emotions were extinguished. And now this insignificant mortal girl dared question her life’s work?
Pathetic. Absurd.

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