[Ding! Host successfully scammed the immortal ancestors, earning 1.5 billion "scam points."]
Another massive haul! At this point, even Great Emperors and ancestors can't satisfy Jiang Che anymore—he's now targeting immortals.
"Branch of the Peaches of Immortality? You old bastard... I knew you were the one who took that celestial herb back then, and you still had the nerve to deny it?" The mummy-like ancestor trembled with rage, his beard quivering.
Celestial herbs were of utmost importance, even to immortals.
Once, in a forbidden realm of the Nine Heavens, a celestial herb known as the Peaches of Immortality appeared. It took thirty thousand years to bloom, another thirty thousand to bear fruit, and yet another thirty thousand to ripen. Legend had it that consuming a single peach could instantly grant a mortal an immortal spiritual root, propelling them to unparalleled heights in the path of immortality!
"So what? That Peaches of Immortality tree was always mine!"
"Hey, hey, hey! You old coot! Has that tree even borne fruit yet? If it has, save some for the younger generation of our Jiang family... A single bite grants an immortal spiritual root!"
"Almost there. It’s nearing maturity... At most, another thousand years. This time, the Peaches of Immortality tree bore twelve fruits. Here, I’ll give you a cutting from one of its branches."
With that, the white-haired ancestor pulled out a withered branch, its appearance frail like an elderly man on the brink of death. Yet, the leaves on it brimmed with vitality. Most importantly—a massive peach, as large as a child’s head, hung from the branch, plump and tantalizing.
The white-robed ancestor deliberately flaunted it for a moment before sealing it inside a storage pouch, protected by an immortal-grade barrier.
"Jiang Che, I see you’ve grasped the laws of time. After obtaining this branch, plant it in sacred-grade spiritual soil and use your time laws to accelerate its growth... It should mature within a hundred years. Once the child is born, feed her the peach."
Jiang Che nodded vigorously. This branch of the Peaches of Immortality was an incredible treasure!
His system also sold celestial herbs, but the prices were exorbitant. The Peaches of Immortality tree alone cost several billion points—enough to buy over a dozen immortal physiques. Buying it outright would be a huge loss; better to freeload!
Jiang Che had already set a goal: from now on, he’d save his system points wherever possible. Sacred-grade spirit stones, miraculous pills, rare treasures—he’d just extort them from the ancestors!
His points would be reserved for exchanging immortal physiques or special item cards.
Another day of frugal living for Young Master Jiang!
"Thank you, ancestors! Once the child is born, we’ll host a grand full-month celebration at the Jiang family’s Nine Heavens estate!"
The ancestors: "..."
A full-month celebration??? You little rascal, still looking to milk us for more?
We’ve seen thick-skinned people before, but never one as shameless as this!
"Ancestors, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take Shen Yu and leave now?"
The Jiang family’s altar shimmered, and several ancient-looking storage pouches materialized before Jiang Che.
These pouches had been in the presence of immortals for so long that they’d absorbed traces of immortal energy. At the very least, they were sacred-grade artifacts.
Jiang Che scanned the contents with his divine sense—every item was top-tier. These immortals were filthy rich, dripping with wealth!
He strongly suspected these treasures were just the tip of the iceberg for them.
Resources always flowed upward, and this was especially true in the cultivation world. The wealth of immortals was unimaginable—better to rob the rich to feed the poor!
As Jiang Che vanished from view, the immortals exchanged wry smiles.
"That kid really has no shame!"
"No shame is good! In the cultivation world, that’s the kind of attitude you need to go far!"
As the immortals chatted, a ragged old man emerged from the void.
"Holy crap! When did you get here? You old fossil... Have you already touched the essence of spatial laws? Not even a whisper..."
Even the immortals were stunned. They hadn’t sensed his presence at all!
"Hehe, saved myself a fortune. Feels good~" The old man scratched his head, grinning slyly.
Good thing he hadn’t shown himself earlier—otherwise, he’d have been forced to cough up some treasures too.
Better to spend on fairy maidens than that brat!
"Listen up, everyone. Not a word about Jiang Che’s affairs can leak, especially regarding his child. This concerns the Jiang family’s fate for the next million years!"
The drunkard ancestor’s expression turned grave, all traces of amusement gone.
"The emergence of the Dao Physique is an opportunity. If we seize it, when the Immortal Realm descends... our Jiang family will stand above all others! But it’s also a ticking time bomb—one misstep, and the Jiang family could be obliterated."
The immortals’ faces darkened.
The Nine Heavens was teeming with factions, and hidden longevity families were far from rare. Immortals had finite lifespans, but many, like them, sealed themselves in immortal sources at death’s door, waiting for the Immortal Realm’s descent... and eternal life!
If the secret of the Dao Physique were exposed, and multiple forces united to annihilate the Jiang family, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"Understood? All of you—swear an Oath to the Heavenly Dao with me! The stakes are too high... Failure is not an option!"
An Oath to the Heavenly Dao!
For beings at the level of immortals and Great Emperors, such an oath was terrifyingly binding.
Breaking it might not kill them immediately, but when their next heavenly tribulation came—they would inevitably perish. Without exception!
"Agreed!"
......
"Wife, we’ve scored another feast!"
Jiang Che was overjoyed.
Though the treasures in these storage pouches weren’t as numerous as what Jiang Hong had given, their quality was ten times better!
Five immortal ancestors, five storage pouches... Over 1,500 sacred-grade spirit stones alone!
Plus ten immortal-grade spirit stones, a small plot of immortal-grade spiritual soil, an acre of sacred-grade spiritual soil, and a mountain of premium-grade spirit stones—tens of thousands of them!
"Damn it, Jiang Hong must’ve been holding out on me! Probably kept all the good stuff for himself and dumped the scraps on me!" Jiang Che was the epitome of ingratitude—once fed, he’d bite the hand that fed him.
"Little Yu’er, come here... Sacred-grade spirit stones, as many as you want!"
Jiang Che took Shen Yu’s delicate hand and stuffed ten sacred-grade spirit stones into her pocket.
Then, he pressed one directly against her round belly.
In the next moment, a terrifying suction force erupted—the spiritual energy of the sacred-grade stone began draining at an alarming rate.
The pull was voracious, like a bottomless abyss.
But sacred-grade spirit stones were a cut above the rest. Soon, the fetus in Shen Yu’s womb stopped absorbing—it was full. Any more would be overkill.
"Heh... Not hungry anymore? How about this—want some immortal-grade spirit stones?"
Jiang Che smirked and pulled out an immortal-grade spirit stone gifted by the ancestors. The moment it appeared, immortal energy flooded the room. This was beyond monetary value.
The baby in Shen Yu’s belly seemed to sense the immortal aura and twitched, eager for another taste. But it was already stuffed—left to drool helplessly.
"Ahahaha!"
Jiang Che’s laughter was downright diabolical.
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.”
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.
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...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
