Before the village got connected to the Nine Heavens Network, the people of Blue Star only knew Jiang Che was extraordinary—but they had no idea just how extraordinary he truly was!
Only after linking to the Nine Heavens Network did they realize the terrifying extent of Jiang Che’s power.
Among the countless beings across the Nine Heavens, Celestial Physiques were exceedingly rare, with fewer than ten across the nine great celestial domains. Yet Jiang Che alone possessed two different top-tier Celestial Physiques.
"If you’re not connected to the network, seeing me is like a frog in a well gazing at the moon. If you are connected, seeing me is like a mayfly beholding the vast sky."
"This is insane! I don’t even have a spiritual root, and Young Master Jiang has dual Celestial Physiques?"
"Does Young Master Jiang need a woman? I volunteer—delicate, soft, and easy to handle~"
"Stop embarrassing yourself, you upstairs. Young Master Jiang’s influence has already expanded to the Nine Heavens. He even charmed the little princess of the Kalavinka Clan—you think he’d spare a glance at some common beauty like you?"
"As the saying goes, envy neither lovebirds nor immortals—envy Young Master Jiang’s life every single day."
Since the spiritual energy resurgence, the landscape of Blue Star has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Before the resurgence, it didn’t matter if you were a high-ranking official, a noble, a celebrity, or a tycoon—after the resurgence, all that status became meaningless.
Because even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could live for two hundred years, and one’s innate talent for cultivation was fixed at birth—unless, of course, you could cling to Young Master Jiang’s coattails.
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"What? He refuses to see me?"
"I’ve waited outside this hall for seven days, only to be told ‘no’?"
"Lord Qiu Lin, we truly have urgent matters to discuss with Young Master Jiang. Could you make an exception…?"
Outside the hall, countless powerful figures who had descended from the Nine Heavens grew restless.
Hundreds of high-level Divine Transformation experts!
Yet Qiu Lin faced them without fear—because within the Dragon Palace, dozens of Martial Deities stood behind him, rendering him unshakable.
"Young Master has made it clear: if you want an alliance through marriage, show sincerity!"
"All of you are well aware of my young master’s unparalleled gifts—the Chaos Celestial Physique, the Void Celestial Physique, and even the True Immortal Martial Mark. His future is boundless!"
"If you seek a marriage alliance, the candidate must at least be a clan’s holy maiden, ranked within the top fifty of the Heavenly Pride List, or the top fifty of the Beauty Ranking."
"Otherwise? Don’t even bother!"
Qiu Lin’s words struck a nerve, leaving them speechless.
A clan’s holy maiden? Top fifty in the Heavenly Pride or Beauty Rankings?
If an ordinary person had dared say such things, they would have mocked the audacity.
But Jiang Che… truly had the capital to be this arrogant.
The problem was, most of them came from great clans with Emperors among their ranks.
Seeing their hesitation, Qiu Lin smirked. "Go back. My young master… has very high standards."
Now, Qiu Lin had fully embraced his role as Jiang Che’s loyal subordinate. Sometimes, he reflected—if not for encountering Young Master Jiang, he would still be a worthless dragon with impure bloodline.
But now? He could outright dismiss these Nine Heavens elites without a shred of respect.
"Qiu Lin, hey, remember me? I’m from the Dragon Palace too—I even held you when you were little…" A horned dragon stepped forward, grinning obsequiously.
"Don’t try to cozy up. I no longer belong to the Dragon Palace. Young Master Jiang, in his boundless generosity, bestowed upon me the blood of a true dragon. Now, I serve him alone."
"Oh, and… Young Master has long admired the Dragon Princess. Perhaps you could arrange an introduction…"
The elder dragon: "……"
The Dragon Princess? Did he dare even suggest it?
Jiang Che’s talent was indeed monstrous, destined for immortality, and backed by the colossal Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Palace’s princess ranked within the top thirty of the Heavenly Pride List—a supreme genius—and sixth on the Southern Azure Heaven’s Beauty Ranking, a peerless beauty.
On paper, they seemed a perfect match. But… the Dragon Princess was already betrothed—to the sole disciple of a True Immortal.
Moreover, given her status, she would never tolerate a partner with other romantic entanglements. Jiang Che’s reputation as a charming philanderer had already spread across the Nine Heavens. A political marriage might be feasible, but sending a clan’s holy maiden to him? That would be a joke.
"Tch. Once Young Master grows stronger and his vision ascends, you won’t even have the chance to climb this ladder."
Qiu Lin saw through their thoughts and scoffed.
Young Master Jiang would humble every last one of these arrogant fools.
......
Jiang Che wasn’t out hunting for new conquests.
"Shen Yu, what exactly are you researching all day? First, it was science. Now, it’s formation arrays… You’re about to give birth, you know."
With a sigh, the man sat down beside Shen Yu.
Her belly was now round—seven months along—and the baby frequently kicked, likely an energetic little girl.
Shen Yu set down the intricate formation diagram she’d just drawn with spiritual energy and looked up at Jiang Che.
"Formation arrays contain infinite variations. Some even trace back to scientific principles. I’m trying to summarize the patterns of low-tier formations…"
Ah, there it was—the part Jiang Che hated.
A woman devoid of romance!
Even on the verge of motherhood, she remained buried in her obscure studies.
"Jiang Che, the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens knows about the baby."
Shen Yu lowered her head, caressing her belly. Even heavily pregnant, her breathtaking beauty could still make hearts race.
It reminded Jiang Che of a popular online simp quote:
Goddess: "I’m pregnant."
Simp: "Have it. I’ll raise you both."
Goddess: "No. You’re not worthy of raising his child."
Simp: "Fine. I’ll take the child’s surname…"
At first glance, it was just a joke. But seeing Shen Yu’s ethereal charm, Jiang Che understood.
When a girl’s beauty reaches a certain level, even if she’s carrying someone else’s child—even if she’s a "used mining card"—it doesn’t matter!
[P.S.: "Mining card" refers to secondhand graphics cards used for cryptocurrency mining, often metaphorically for heroines with "colorful" pasts in cuckold-themed media. The 4090 is the most powerful GPU.]
A mining card—but a 4090!
"If the Jiang Clan knows, so what? They wouldn’t dare demand the baby take their surname, would they? Not happening."
"No. They just sent a lot of resources—for the baby’s bone-marrow cleansing and spiritual refinement."
She produced a storage pouch brimming with divine herbs, spiritual medicines, and heavenly treasures.
"Tsk. The Jiang Clan’s really going all-in, betting everything on me."
Jiang Che smiled faintly. This was practically grooming him as a clan heir. If not for the limitations on cross-realm transport, they’d probably have sent down an Emperor-grade artifact.
If Jiang Che took the Jiang Clan’s resources then defected to their enemies, he could easily rack up billions in "trolling points."
But… Young Master Jiang still had some conscience.
You honor me an inch; I honor you a foot.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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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.
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