Three hundred years???
Jiang Yunli nearly fainted upon hearing Jiang Che's words.
What kind of baby is this? It actually takes freaking three hundred years?
Even the legendary Nezha only stayed in his mother's womb for three years!
"Son, don’t scare me like this. Three hundred years... Whether I can even live that long is a question!"
Jiang Yunli clutched her chest in shock.
"I’m not lying. The baby’s constitution is extraordinary... so the pregnancy cycle is naturally long."
As he spoke, Jiang Che used the Dao of Space to summon Jia Ling'er, who was busy stuffing her face.
"See, this Jia Ling'er is the daughter of the Jialan Empress, bearing imperial bloodline... The Jialan imperial bloodline is practically equivalent to a quasi-immortal physique. Back then, the Jialan Empress carried her for a full three hundred years."
Jia Ling'er blinked in confusion, her lips still smeared with golden fish roe.
Yes, the little princess of the Jialan clan had recently developed an obsession with caviar.
"Uh... who is this?" Jia Ling'er batted her eyelashes.
"Wow, a mermaid princess! I know you—Ling'er, you're quite famous in the Nine Heavens!" Jiang Yunli exclaimed excitedly, circling around Jia Ling'er.
"Such a beautiful fishtail! Truly befitting a princess!"
"Though I’m a bit curious... how exactly do you give birth?" Jiang Yunli stroked her chin, voicing a philosophical question.
Jia Ling'er: "......"
Jia Ling'er narrowed her eyes, glancing between Jiang Yunli and Jiang Che.
She understood now!
This must be another woman Jiang Che, that big scoundrel, had charmed somewhere. What a playboy!!!
Adhering to the principle of seniority, she decided to put this newcomer in her place.
She had already given up competing for favor with Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao—those girls were unbeatable. So, she could only assert dominance over the new arrival.
The little princess planted her hands on her hips, putting on a haughty air. "Sister, you’re right. I am the princess of the Jialan clan... and one of Jiang Che’s most beloved women."
Jiang Yunli was even more delighted. "Sister? Oh, how that makes me... so happy!"
The woman covered her mouth, overjoyed.
Jia Ling'er: "???"
Then, in a flash, Jiang Yunli pulled out a jade bracelet from her pocket—made of mutton-fat white jade, exquisitely carved. But to cultivators, such mortal jade was utterly ordinary.
"Here, this is from your... oh, I mean, from me! Every daughter-in-law gets one. Take it!"
Just as Jia Ling'er was wondering why this woman would gift her such a worthless trinket, she heard Jiang Yunli say "daughter-in-law."
It nearly scared the soul out of her.
Daughter-in-law... Did that mean this woman was Jiang Che’s... mother?!
Cold sweat broke out on her back. Thank goodness she had called her "sister" earlier—otherwise, this blunder would have been disastrous!
With her already shaky standing, one wrong word could mean losing any chance at the Stone Man’s Tear forever.
"Mom~~~ You can just call me Ling'er! Wow, what a gorgeous bracelet!" Jia Ling'er unleashed her acting skills.
What was trash a second ago had now become a precious treasure.
She might not have been married before, but hadn’t she seen how things worked?
To secure her position, she had to butter up the mother-in-law.
......
Jiang Yunli left, deeply disappointed.
The grandchild she had been eagerly awaiting was now delayed—by several hundred years, no less. Who could endure that?
Still, Jiang Che had plenty of girls around. As long as she was patient... there would surely be many adorable grandchildren in the future.
As for the lifespan issue Jiang Yunli mentioned? That wasn’t even a problem!
Jiang Che possessed countless supreme-grade longevity pills, and they were dirt cheap. Lifespan was the least of their worries.
But speaking of supreme-grade longevity pills, Jiang Che smirked.
The Jiang Family of the Nine Heavens had many immortal ancestors, most of whom were running out of lifespan, forcing them to seal themselves in divine sources to avoid expending energy.
But... what if those ancestors had their lifespans fully replenished?
Jiang Che had multiple types of supreme-grade longevity pills:
- Low-grade: one pill extended life by 1 year.
- Mid-grade: one pill extended life by 10 years.
- High-grade: one pill extended life by 100 years.
Best of all, these pills had no diminishing returns—each one added the full amount. Those with big mouths could chomp on low-grade ones, while the refined could savor high-grade ones.
Since the Jiang Family had invested so much in him, Jiang Che wouldn’t be stingy. The ancestors could feast on these pills like candy—burning lifespan for power? Chopping off years for bursts of strength? No problem, lifespan was unlimited now!
The Jiang Family was already tied to him, especially after the revelation about his Dao Body. Letting them know about the longevity pills wouldn’t hurt.
Of course, if word of these pills leaked, it could bring catastrophic consequences for the Jiang Family. But Jiang Che wasn’t worried.
He might not claim invincibility, but he had ways to protect himself.
"Repay a drop for an ocean’s favor. Betting on me, Jiang Che, was the best decision you ever made!"
Jiang Che grinned widely.
...
Night fell.
After a long day’s work, Princess Ling'er dozed off, exhausted despite her peak Divine Transformation cultivation.
In her dreams, her soul seemed summoned to an ethereal realm.
"Where is this?" Jia Ling'er frowned, scanning her surroundings.
"Ling'er, it’s me." A tender voice echoed.
Jia Ling'er shuddered, her eyes widening in disbelief as she turned toward the source.
"Mother! You... how are you here? No—why are you appearing like this?"
A woman draped in golden phoenix robes, regal and majestic, materialized before her—barefoot, without her signature fishtail, yet unmistakably familiar.
It was her mother, the Jialan Empress!
"This is your dream. We share the same bloodline, so I’ve manifested through it."
"Mother, you’ve finally come!" Jia Ling'er threw herself into the Empress’s arms, sobbing as if she had endured endless grievances.
The Jialan Empress gazed at her with tender eyes, stroking her hair with boundless affection and heartache.
To outsiders, she was a domineering ruler—but only before Jia Ling'er did her soft, maternal side emerge.
"Ling'er, you’ve suffered. I’ve heard everything. One day, I will avenge you and kill that bastard!"
The Empress’s voice was steel.
Yet Jia Ling'er froze.
Mother... wanted to kill Jiang Che?
For a moment, her heart panicked.
P.S.: Yesterday was National Day, so I took a day off to have fun. So cute!
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