No one knew when the Jialan Empress had disappeared.
If she kept watching, she was bound to get high blood pressure!
"Ah!!!"
In the Nine Heavens.
A furious voice echoed deep within the forbidden lands. Her rage turned the surrounding million miles into a lifeless wasteland!
The wrath of an Empress was terrifying. In the Nine Heavens, ordinary cultivators often suffered such undeserved calamities.
Sometimes, even lying peacefully in their sects, they could be obliterated by the aftermath of battles between immortals.
"Jiang Che!!! I swear I will never rest until you're dead!"
She didn’t even need to think—her precious daughter had definitely been whisked away. By the next time they met, Ling'er might even be carrying a big belly!
And that despicable human hadn’t just taken liberties with Ling'er—he’d even dared to lay hands on her!
The memory of that loathsome, spine-chilling sensation made her stomach churn just thinking about it.
But at least it was just a fragment of her soul.
...
Jiang Che had successfully gained another devoted admirer.
"Jiang Che, you’re so silly... drawing heart’s blood—doesn’t that hurt terribly?"
Jia Ling'er gently touched the bloody wound on Jiang Che’s chest, her heart aching for him.
Though cultivators could regenerate limbs, heart’s blood was tied to the essence of their immortal path. Losing it would damage their cultivation.
"It doesn’t hurt!" Jiang Che chuckled as he pulled Ling'er into his arms.
Of course it didn’t hurt—the wound was just a special effect he’d conjured!
"By the way, Ling'er, I’ll extract my heart’s blood for you regularly. If you ever get petrified, just apply it to break the curse..."
"No..." The young girl clung to Jiang Che’s arm, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Then do you want to see me die?"
Jia Ling'er immediately shook her head, looking utterly foolish.
The poor girl was practically being swindled out of her wits by Jiang Che.
As he held Ling'er, Jiang Che’s mind wandered back to his earlier encounter with the Jialan Empress.
He had to admit—the Empress had a fiery temper and terrifying strength. She was impossible to control!
A single kiss had cost Jiang Che seven lives!
If he had tried to push further by threatening Ling'er, he couldn’t even imagine how many times he’d have to die.
Truly, to die beneath the peony was to be a ghost among the romantic!
...
Jiang Che stood up once again!
Originally, he’d nearly drained his system points to bestow immortal physiques upon all his women.
But now, he’d recouped everything—and more—from the Jialan Empress.
[Host: Jiang Che]
[Cultivation: Peak Martial God Stage]
[Physiques: Purity Body, Chaos Immortal Body, Void Immortal Body...]
[Points: 3.2 billion]
That’s right!
Jiang Che’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Martial God Stage!
Thanks to his Void Immortal Body, he hadn’t even triggered a heavenly tribulation upon breaking through.
His progress was absurdly fast!
With his monstrous innate talent, the highest-tier dual cultivation techniques, and the fact that girls like Yu Wan'er had all been elevated to immortal physiques—many even possessing top-tier cauldron constitutions—it’d be stranger if his cultivation speed wasn’t insane!
Naturally, the girls hadn’t fallen behind in strength either.
"Time Law—tenfold compression. Tsk tsk."
To ensure he could spend time with every one of his women, Jiang Che had gone all out, tirelessly manipulating the laws of time day and night.
...
In a sacred-grade spiritual field within the Dragon Palace.
"You finally came! Master... where’s the immortal-grade spiritual field you promised me?"
A half-withered peach branch trembled excitedly upon spotting Jiang Che.
Thanks to Jiang Che’s "technology and ruthless methods," the immortal peach hanging from its branch was nearly ripe.
"Immortal-grade spiritual field? When did I ever promise you that?"
Jiang Che picked his nose, his expression utterly shameless.
[Ding! Host scammed the immortal root ‘Little Peach’—rewarded 4 million points.]
Jiang Che was now squeezing out points wherever he could. Even a mosquito’s worth of meat was still meat!
"You... you promised! If I had an immortal-grade field, I might truly revive into a real immortal herb!"
"Piss off! Don’t interrupt my herb gathering. Keep yapping, and I’ll pluck that peach right off your head—believe me?"
Jiang Che revealed his inner tyrant!
"......"
The Immortal Peach, once matured, could grant an ordinary mortal an immortal physique!
In the Nine Heavens, this would be a treasure fought over by countless races—after all, true immortal physiques were vanishingly rare.
But to Jiang Che? It was practically useless.
Among his women, if you didn’t have an immortal physique, you’d be too embarrassed to call yourself Jiang Che’s lover!
"Fine... look at you." Jiang Che sighed, then spent 100 million points to buy a single square meter of immortal-grade soil from the system.
He tossed it into the herb field.
"!!!"
Instantly, the little peach branch leaped out of its sacred-grade field and rooted itself into the tiny patch of immortal soil.
Honestly, one square meter was pitifully small—like forcing a person to live in a three-square-meter shack.
But no matter how cramped, it was still immortal soil!
"Ahhh~~~ This feels amazing! Is this the power of immortal soil? Unbelievable..."
Nourished by the soil, the peach branch even began sprouting new roots!
"Master, Master! I’ve got it!!!"
The little peach suddenly exclaimed in delight.
"Got it?" Jiang Che’s lips twitched.
Thankfully, no one else was around, or he’d be labeled a pervert for sure.
He wasn’t Wang Xizhi—he didn’t have the calligraphy skills to carve into wood.
"No! I’ve grown roots! This soil actually made me sprout roots... which means I might develop a true immortal herb essence and evolve into a genuine Immortal Peach Tree!"
Jiang Che side-eyed the little peach. Keep lying, why don’t you?
"Master, I’m serious! But the soil’s too small—my new roots can’t spread. Can you expand it a bit more...?"
"Scram! You get a handout and still ask for more? From now on, you’ll produce one peach for me every year—or I’ll replant you in a latrine!"
"???"
One peach a year? Are you out of your damn mind?!
"Master, you’re joking! Even if I were a true immortal root, no tree could bear fruit annually in immortal soil!"
"Relax, I’ve got ways to make you fruit."
Jiang Che’s voice turned sinister, sending shivers down its nonexistent spine.
"Trust me, I can make you produce a peach every year—maybe even every month."
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