"I've said it before—only those in the top 50 of the Heavenly Pride Ranking or the Beauty Ranking! Of course, the Fairy Clan's Holy Maiden is also acceptable... As for the rest of those mediocre women, don’t even bother!"
Jiang Che waved his hand dismissively before walking away, leaving behind the sound of countless shattered hearts.
Sure, Jiang Che had a reputation for being a playboy, but he wasn’t some mindless womanizer who’d lose his senses at the sight of any random girl on the street.
"Ahem, everyone, I believe you’ve all heard what my Che'er has to say, haven’t you? A proper match in status is important, wouldn’t you agree?" Jiang Yunhuang spoke up. "Our Che'er possesses dual immortal physiques and bears the destiny of the Chosen One. His future is boundless. To think that ordinary girls from your clans could latch onto my grandson now—isn’t that just wishful thinking?"
His words left the powerful figures from the great clans utterly humiliated, yet there was nothing they could do.
After all, who knew what hidden trump cards the Jiang Family had up their sleeves?
Not long ago, Jiang Ruoxu had livestreamed his exploration of a secret realm, ultimately returning with a horde of Martial God-level and Nirvana-stage puppet automatons—even rumors of a Quasi-Emperor-tier super puppet.
And then there was Jiang Yunhuang, that old monster whose strength had grown unfathomable, likely already stepping into the Martial God realm.
If a fight broke out, they might just end up annihilated!
......
At the Jiang Family’s Seven-Colored Altar.
As Jiang Che arrived, numerous ancestral souls from the Nine Heavens Jiang Family descended.
"Oh? Jiang Che, you’re here?" Jiang Hong, the Great Emperor, appeared the fastest.
Ever since placing his bets on Jiang Che, he had specially assigned an avatar to keep constant watch over Jiang Che’s movements.
"Mm... Ancestors, I’ve recently acquired many supreme treasures. You’ve all been so generous to me in the past, and I’ve always felt undeserving. Now, I’ve managed to find some treasures for you as well!"
Jiang Che’s words left Jiang Hong stunned.
Honestly, he had never expected Jiang Che to say something like this.
After learning about Jiang Che’s utterly scheming nature, even he had assumed that any resources given to Jiang Che would be like feeding meat to a dog—gone without a trace.
All their investments were purely for Jiang Che’s future potential!
But now... it seemed there were short-term returns as well???
"Hahaha... Jiang Che, you’ve truly warmed our hearts. It seems we old men haven’t gone blind after all..."
Before Jiang Hong could respond, the other Great Emperor ancestors stepped forward, smiling warmly.
"But Jiang Che, young one, you should keep the good things for yourself. We Great Emperors have long since transcended worldly desires..." A third-generation Emperor-level ancestor stroked his beard as he spoke.
Of course, they didn’t believe Jiang Che could produce anything that would move them at this stage.
"I’m not lying, ancestors... What I have in my hands is a supreme treasure—something even you would find invaluable, something that would make even immortals covetous!"
Jiang Che blurted it out without hesitation!
The Jiang Family was absolutely trustworthy. After all, he had even revealed the matter of his Dao Body to them—they were already tied together like grasshoppers on a string.
The smiles on the faces of Jiang Hong and the other Great Emperors faded slightly. Jiang Che’s tone didn’t sound like he was lying.
This kid, as the Chosen One, had an absurdly fortunate destiny. Saying he could trip over money while walking wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Who knew? Maybe he really had stumbled upon some heaven-defying treasure!
"What kind of treasure is it?" the Jiang Family’s patriarch asked seriously.
"Ancestors, I assume you’ve already heard about me obtaining the inheritance of the Ancient Heavenly Court, right?"
That’s right! Jiang Che planned to pin everything on the so-called Ancient Heavenly Court. And if that didn’t suffice... he’d just shift the blame to his mysterious master!
After all, none of this could be verified—who could tell what was true or false?
"The Ancient Heavenly Court!!!"
Jiang Hong and the others widened their eyes, disbelief written all over their faces.
"You truly have news of the Ancient Heavenly Court’s ruins?"
"By the boundless heavens, as expected of the Heavens’ favored son! The Ancient Heavenly Court, lost for millions of years... Back then, the Human Emperor mobilized half the forces of the Nine Heavens and still couldn’t find a trace of it, yet you..."
Jiang Che raised his hand—special effects activated!
With a flourish, he conjured an illusionary replica of the "Heavenly Court Token" identical to the one Chu Yuan possessed.
"Ancestors, this is the Heavenly Court Token. I’ve been chosen by the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court and must undergo a series of trials... With each level I clear, I receive a small portion of the Heavenly Court’s treasures. Once all trials are completed, the entire Ancient Heavenly Court will be unlocked, and I will become its master!"
I, the Heavenly Court’s Master—send funds!
He was cunning enough to emphasize that only "small portions" of treasure would be given. If he promised too much... what if the Jiang Family stopped supplying resources? That would be a huge loss!
"Gasp—the Heavenly Court Token!!! It really is the Heavenly Court Token!!!"
Suddenly, an elder materialized behind the group.
"Thirteenth Ancestor! You’ve come?"
The Thirteenth Ancestor trembled with excitement. "Yes, this is indeed the legendary Heavenly Court Token!"
"The Heavenly Court’s Master... Hahaha, the Heavenly Court!!! The greatest treasure trove in all the Nine Heavens has fallen into the hands of a Jiang Family descendant!"
Even he couldn’t remain composed before the wealth of the Ancient Heavenly Court.
Unless they were among the rare few who had fused with the essence of the Great Dao, even ordinary immortals had limited lifespans—a maximum of 200,000 years!
But if one could find and merge with the origin of the Three Thousand Great Daos, they could achieve true immortality, their lifespan matching that of heaven and earth itself!
Soon, several immortal ancestors crawled out of their tombs one after another.
"Immortal ancestors, I know your lifespans are running short. To preserve your immortal essence, you dare not act recklessly and can only lie dormant, waiting for the descent of the Immortal Realm." Jiang Che spoke slowly.
His words laid bare the greatest concern of all immortals in the Nine Heavens.
Most so-called immortals were barely clinging to their last breaths—except for those young, newly ascended immortals brimming with vitality.
"But!!! During my breakthrough to the Martial God realm in the mortal world, I risked life and limb to clear a trial in the Heavenly Court. As a reward... I obtained a single drop of divine water! I dripped it onto a celestial peach—the immortal-grade Peach of Immortality..."
And so began another classic round of grand exaggeration!
The ancestors were utterly spellbound.
"The immortal peach underwent a mutation???"
"The fruit it bore contains the substance of longevity! A single bite can extend one’s life by ten thousand years!!!"
Honestly, even the immortals couldn’t hold back.
The substance of longevity was the rarest treasure in all the Nine Heavens—the ultimate pursuit of every immortal!
"Exactly! Coincidentally, a new peach has just ripened. Which ancestor would like to claim it?"
With a smile, Jiang Che pulled out the celestial peach that Yao Yao had borne that very morning.
In an instant, even the immortal ancestors lost their composure!
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
