The Jiang Family Immortals Have Gone Crazy

Divine Peaches!

Juicy, heavenly divine peaches!

To be honest, there wasn’t much the great emperor ancestors of the Jiang family hadn’t tasted before.

They’d even consumed immortal medicines!

Yet at this moment, every single one of them was utterly captivated by the divine peach in Jiang Che’s hand.

“Is this… the legendary Immortal Peach of Longevity?” A white-robed youth in the crowd widened his eyes.

Though he appeared young, his lifespan was nearly exhausted, with less than a century left before his inevitable demise.

The Immortal Peach of Longevity was supposed to be his possession!

While his own immortal-rooted peach would mature in less than a hundred years—consuming it would grant him an immortal physique and vastly enhance his cultivation talent—those who could cultivate to the realm of immortals were already prodigies of exceptional talent. He himself was already an immortal physique!

“No… this isn’t my peach. Your peach… it contains the essence of eternal life!!!” The white-haired youth exclaimed in excitement.

Despite being separated by countless dimensions, he could still sense the overwhelming vitality contained within that single peach.

“The essence of eternal life?!”

The group of great emperor ancestors gulped in unison.

As emperors, their status wasn’t high enough to access such treasures. Whenever their clan obtained a treasure imbued with the essence of eternal life, it was always reserved for the immortal ancestors to extend their lives.

Emperors weren’t even worthy of a taste!

“Incredible! This is truly incredible!”

A hunched old man pressed his face closer, his greedy eyes fixed on the peach, unable to hide his longing.

No one could resist the temptation of extended lifespan, especially not these immortals!

Those who had stepped through the gates of immortality were once prodigies who shook the heavens, unrivaled geniuses who dominated their eras, each brimming with pride.

But now, in their twilight years, they could only huddle within the Jiang family’s protective formation, sealed in immortal sources, barely clinging to life while waiting for the elusive emergence of the immortal realm. How humiliating was that?

Apart from the essence of eternal life, they had exhausted nearly every other method to prolong their lives.

“Young man… you mentioned earlier that the immortal medicine I gave you mutated… Could you tell us… how many more of these peaches you have?”

Faced with the prospect of life and death, even the immortal’s voice trembled.

Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed slightly. Did they really think he would just hand over such treasures for free?

This was clearly a matter of… the highest bidder wins!

Of course, he wouldn’t let the ancestors die, but he sure as hell was going to milk them dry!

As for whether it was too ruthless?

Come on, these were immortals! With their immense power, would they ever lack resources?

Jiang Che had heard the immortal ancestors brag before—they were pure, unadulterated villains! Kicking down widows’ doors, robbing graves, bullying the weak, extorting milk from nursing mothers, and excelling in tomb raiding and robbery!

An immortal could just stroll into any sect and demand protection money—wouldn’t they be rolling in wealth?

“Ancestors, I don’t have many of these peaches left. Right now, there’s only one. I know you’re desperate for lifespan, so I’ve decided to offer them exclusively to our own family.”

Jiang Che flashed a bright smile.

Then, he lifted the divine peach.

“Ancestors, which of you is in need of this peach?”

The moment he spoke, the Jiang family ancestors fell into silence.

Led by Jiang Hong, the great emperor ancestors all took a step back. The essence of eternal life within the peach was far too potent—it extended lifespan at the fundamental level. For emperors, it could grant ten thousand years of life, and for immortals… the same.

They weren’t even qualified to compete!

“Ancestors, don’t worry. As a junior of the Jiang family, I’m offering this peach to you free of charge!” Jiang Che patted his chest, speaking with utmost sincerity.

The immortal ancestors exchanged glances. What a cunning little brat.

Did Jiang Che really think his little scheme could fool them?

Nothing was truly free—the most expensive things in the world were the ones labeled ‘free.’ If they took it without giving anything in return, they’d be scorned by their peers for eternity!

Especially among their own kin.

“Ahem. This old man’s lifespan is nearly spent. This peach seems fated for me. An extension of ten thousand years… I could return to my peak!”

One elder spoke up. Faced with the temptation of ten thousand more years, he couldn’t care less about dignity.

“Fourteenth Ancestor, you damn one-tribulation immortal, what are you butting in for? You think you’re worthy? Eating this peach would be a waste! Even if you got ten thousand more years, would you dare rob the Nine Heavens Spirit Stone Bank?” A middle-aged man carrying a massive blade stepped forward, sneering.

“I—” The Fourteenth Ancestor was speechless. At the peak of the first tribulation, his cultivation was indeed lacking.

“Kid, how about me? A two-tribulation true immortal! And I can give you treasures beyond your wildest dreams. You can’t even imagine the wealth a two-tribulation true immortal has amassed in a lifetime!”

“Pah! Don’t lie to the boy. What savings do you even have? Back in your youth, that damned fairy from the Jade Pool swindled you out of everything, even your underpants! Kid, don’t believe him—this old fool is broke!”

“You bastard! I wasn’t a simp, we were in love! What the hell do you know?!”

Jiang Che’s lips twitched. Why did these immortal ancestors seem so… unreliable?

“Enough. None of you below the third tribulation should even bother. This thing… I’m taking it to the Third Ancestor.”

The white-haired immortal who owned the Immortal Peach of Longevity spoke calmly.

The Third Ancestor!

“The… the Third Ancestor is still alive?!”

“Damn, how long has that old monster been clinging to life? Fifty thousand years?! Just rotting away in the immortal source—how much of our Jiang family’s resources has he wasted?!”

The Third Ancestor—a living legend of the Jiang family!

No one knew how strong he was. All they knew was that he refused to die, even as his lifespan dwindled to nothing, sealed in immortal source, waiting for the immortal realm to descend upon the mortal world.

“Well, in that case… I won’t fight for it. But boy… are you sure you have more of these lifespan-extending peaches?”

The immortals’ gazes burned with desire.

Right now, Jiang Che was the most precious thing in their eyes—even dearer than their own sons.

“Yes! But to speed up the ripening of the peaches, the immortal root requires… vast amounts of immortal soil! And immortal-grade spirit springs… and right now, my resources are… lacking.”

In short: Pay up!

The immortals collectively sighed in relief.

They thought it was something serious!

Just immortal soil and immortal-grade spirit springs?

Though these things were rare in the world, they weren’t completely unobtainable.

“Immortal-grade spirit stones are easy, but immortal soil and springs are exceedingly rare. Even our Jiang family has very little.”

After all, the white-haired immortal of the Jiang family possessed the Immortal Peach of Longevity—a treasure so vital it could produce immortal physiques. Yet even his immortal medicine was planted in mere saint-grade spirit soil.

That alone showed how precious immortal soil and springs truly were.

“I’ll put in a request. But the clan’s immortal soil reserves are scarce—less than ten square meters, with five already being used to nurture dao seeds…”

"Maybe we should sell some of the Jiang family's assets to buy it? Our Jiang family has vast wealth... Though the immortal soil is precious, it's not beyond our means!"

"No, no! Ancestors, please don’t sell off the family assets!" Jiang Che pleaded urgently.

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