Jia Ling'er panicked!
Her mother actually wanted to kill Jiang Che?
How could that be?!
Absolutely not! She had gone so far as to sacrifice herself to the wolves just to elevate her bloodline...
If her mother killed Jiang Che now, wouldn't all her days and nights of grueling effort be for nothing?
Of course, there was no way she could ever fall in love with Jiang Che. She was merely enduring hardships for the sake of improving her bloodline!
"Mother, you can't kill Jiang Che yet!" Jia Ling'er blurted out urgently.
The Jialan Empress frowned slightly, eyeing her daughter.
"Why not? This Jiang Che not only abducted you but is also one of the great enemies of our Jialan clan in the future. I once glimpsed a fragment of the future through divination... and the downfall of the Jialan clan is intricately tied to Jiang Che!"
Jia Ling'er froze for a moment.
"That can't be! Mother, I've already become Jiang Che's woman... Even if it's just for my sake, he wouldn't destroy the Jialan clan. You must have miscalculated, right?"
Her words instantly darkened the Empress's expression.
Her daughter... was actually speaking up for a man?
"Have you... fallen for that human?" The woman narrowed her eyes, all tenderness vanishing, replaced by icy coldness.
Her daughter had always been unruly within the Jialan clan, spoiled rotten by the entire imperial family, her personality naive and carefree. And now, at the age of adolescence... it was entirely possible she'd been sweet-talked by that man's smooth words.
"Huh?? N-no way! How could I ever fall for that jerk? He's a stingy, bullying pervert! I, Jia Ling'er, would rather die alone than ever love him..."
At the mention of Jiang Che, Jia Ling'er's cheeks puffed up in anger. She had suffered plenty at his hands during this time.
She rambled on and on, listing all of Jiang Che's flaws, trying desperately to prove one thing: she would never like Jiang Che!
Yet Jia Ling'er failed to notice her mother's expression had turned completely stormy.
The Jialan Empress had lived for sixty to seventy thousand years—a veritable ancient monster in terms of life experience. Even if she'd never been in love herself, hadn't she seen enough romance dramas to recognize the signs?
Her daughter clearly had feelings for that guy but refused to admit it due to her tsundere nature. In such cases... if she herself were to belittle Jiang Che, her daughter would inevitably jump to his defense.
"Hmph... In that case, I can act without hesitation. I will use you as a medium to invade the mortal realm through dreams... and deal with Jiang Che! Even if he has a quasi-Emperor guardian, it won't save him."
Jia Ling'er panicked instantly. "N-no! Mother, you can't kill Jiang Che!"
Jialan Empress: "......"
Damn it, she'd guessed right. After all, no one understood Jia Ling'er better than her old mother.
"Ling'er!!! What kind of love potion has Jiang Che fed you?"
Of course, she knew Jiang Che was exceptionally gifted, possessing dual immortal physiques—a terrifyingly rare constitution that destined him to ascend to immortality. By all logic, he would be the perfect match for Jia Ling'er!
But she still refused to allow it!
Never mind the future she'd glimpsed through divination—even Jiang Che's character was lacking. Ling'er was of noble status, while Jiang Che had a harem of wives and concubines... She only had this one precious daughter. She would never allow her proud girl to stoop to competing for a man's favor!
"Mother~~~ Jiang Che didn't feed me any love potion," Jia Ling'er said earnestly. It was true—he hadn't given her a love potion. Chef Jiang had fed her other kinds of soup instead.
"Mother, do you know just how ridiculously overpowered Jiang Che's methods are? You can't even imagine how strong he is!" Jia Ling'er exclaimed excitedly.
She couldn't wait to brag about Jiang Che to her mother. Sure, she hated him... but his absurdly overpowered abilities were truly unheard of!
"Dual immortal physiques are unparalleled through the ages, and he is a favorite of the Heavenly Dao, blessed with immense fortune... It's only natural he has diverse abilities," the Jialan Empress replied calmly.
"No, no, no! Mother, you know how our clan has gained so many new imperial-blooded members recently, right? All of that was Jiang Che's doing! He has a bunch of scales... that can elevate ordinary bloodlines to imperial blood! That means, if he's willing... our clan could have dozens of new imperial-blooded branches. These descendants could intermarry to maintain bloodline purity without contamination!"
Jia Ling'er was practically vibrating with excitement.
"Mother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our Jialan clan! Imperial blood is equivalent to a quasi-immortal physique—purer than even my bloodline—and guarantees the potential to reach immortal-level strength. In other words, our clan could produce multiple immortal-level powerhouses in the future!"
The Jialan Empress fell silent. She didn't doubt Jia Ling'er's words.
After all, Qing'er and the others had indeed broken through their bloodline limitations!
"Ling'er, Jiang Che must have found our Jialan clan's ancestral land. Only there could such methods exist!" the Empress declared firmly.
"Ancestral land?" Jia Ling'er was stunned. This was the first she'd ever heard of it.
"Indeed, the ancestral land!"
"Oh! Mother, Jiang Che also showed me this super, super amazing treasure—a tiny white pearl. It contained an incredibly powerful bloodline aura. Just being near it made me feel like our ancestors were calling to me!"
"A white pearl?" The Jialan Empress's breath hitched, as if struck by a sudden realization. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Right! I’d never mistake that ancient bloodline resonance. It’s definitely some kind of sacred treasure of our clan. Jiang Che mentioned its name... I think it was called... Stone Man’s Tear?"
Jia Ling'er bit her finger, trying to recall.
"Stone Man’s Tear???"
The Empress's composed expression shattered, replaced by shock.
"How is that possible? How could he possess such a thing???"
Clearly, as the sole inheritor of the imperial bloodline, the Jialan Empress knew many of the clan’s ancient secrets.
In primordial times, they weren’t called the Jialan clan—they were known as the Merfolk. Legend said their ancestor was a fish-like spirit stone that took form after a million years, gaining sentience and becoming the progenitor of the merfolk—a woman’s upper body with a fish’s tail.
But she later fell in love, only to be abandoned after countless trials. Heartbroken, she gazed at the sea’s horizon until, over tens of thousands of years, she slowly petrified back into a stone statue, shedding a single tear every ten thousand years.
The Stone Man’s Tear was one of those crystallized tears—a relic of immeasurable value.
Yet this was only a myth. Even the Empress wasn’t certain of its existence. So how could Jiang Che have it?
But one glance at her daughter told her this wasn’t a lie. If Jiang Che had truly discovered the Jialan ancestral land... then it might very well be real!
Within the ancestral land, there might even exist treasures she herself yearned for beyond measure!
You must know, she has already lived for seventy thousand years. Due to the constraints of her bloodline, she is forever barred from the immortal path, forever stuck at the half-immortal realm.
But if Jiang Che truly possesses a treasure like the Stone Man's Tears, there is a real chance to refine her imperial blood even further—perhaps even reaching the purity of true celestial blood. As for the heavenly tribulation... it would no longer be a concern.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
