Sometimes, you just can't help but defy logic!
It's like in a shooter game when you're sniping against an opponent, only to get taken down with a single shot. You warn your teammates that the enemy is a crack shot and not to engage, but they refuse to listen, lining up one after another to get wiped out.
And that's exactly how the immortals were behaving now!
As immortals, their bodies had long been tempered into celestial forms, capable of effortlessly shutting off any sensation. If they wished... they could even endure being flayed alive without feeling an ounce of pain.
But now... they were utterly tormented.
"How is this possible? How can something taste so vile? It's a mix of fishy, gamey, rotten, bitter, spicy, salty... with a hint of lingering sweetness? I can't take it anymore!!!"
Never before had these immortals been so undignified!
"I'm not eating this... even if it extends my lifespan by a year, I won't touch it! This elixir might add a month to your life, but the regret will haunt you for ten thousand years!"
"You're all weak! Watch me... you can't eat these pills one by one. You have to shove them in by the handful. Better a short agony than a long one..." A stubborn old man grabbed a massive handful of pills and crammed them into his mouth.
Honestly... even Jiang Che was stunned by the sight.
A white-haired immortal glanced back at the great emperors like Jiang Hong.
"You try some too."
Jiang Hong: "!!!"
"Ahem, Elder, I still have plenty of lifespan left. I don't need these..." Jiang Hong waved his hands frantically.
"Eat! Everyone eats! No one gets away... a month of extended life! This is a gift from our junior! Who dares refuse?" The Third Ancestor swept his hand imperiously—no one was escaping this.
The great emperors: "......"
If even the immortals couldn't handle it, how could mere great emperors endure?
One by one, they gained a bit of lifespan... but also an enormous psychological scar.
"Hah! You fools, you actually ate them? Didn’t you think to extract the longevity essence first?" Another immortal elder channeled his celestial power, attempting to break down a supreme longevity pill to purify its life-extending essence for his own use.
But... the moment the pill shattered, the longevity essence dissipated instantly, returning to the heavens and earth.
"This... this can't be!!!"
Jiang Che smirked inwardly—he’d seen this coming!
"Elders, you might not fully understand these supreme longevity pills. They’re forged from the essence of all living things, refined by the heavens and earth as the crucible. Once broken apart... the longevity essence vanishes. The only way is to swallow them whole—no alternatives!"
His words dashed any last hope of escape.
"Alright, alright, enough attempts... as revolting as these pills are, the extended lifespan is real. At least with these, we old relics won’t have to die just yet!"
"Exactly! No more lying around in those damned immortal hibernation chambers. It’s been tens of thousands of years since I last took a stroll."
Truth be told, the taste of these supreme longevity pills was beyond foul. If not for their dwindling lifespans... they’d never willingly consume such a thing!
"So, Elders, should I send you a hundred thousand pills for now?"
As he spoke, Jiang Che pulled out an enormous sack, brimming with longevity pills.
"No... no!"
But it was too late—Jiang Che had already dumped the fresh "local specialty" onto the transmission altar.
The next second!
The altar of the Jiang Clan in the Nine Heavens was suddenly piled high with countless pitch-black pills, stacked like a small mountain!
An overwhelming stench radiated from them!
This stench couldn’t be blocked by spiritual power—it seemed to penetrate all things in existence.
Even sealed inside a storage pouch, the reek seeped through mercilessly.
Pure torment!
[Ding! Host has tricked the elders, reward granted...]
Jiang Che might not be the best at scamming others, but when it came to his own family? He was a natural!
And this batch of supreme longevity pills wasn’t just a one-time scheme—it was a long-term, recurring harvest!
At the end of each month, when an elder’s lifespan ran low, wouldn’t they have to gulp down a few pills to replenish it?
Hehe, and just like that—more points rolling in!
If not for the risk of causing chaos across the Nine Heavens, Jiang Che would’ve expanded this business to all realms.
The points he’d earn... he didn’t even dare imagine the scale!
"Jiang Che, we’ll stop here for today. This is my thanks to you... what’s inside should more than compensate for that longevity peach you gave me."
The Third Ancestor tossed a storage pouch onto the altar before vanishing. Faint retching sounds could still be heard as he left.
......
"Tsk tsk, what a windfall!"
Jiang Che grinned, shaking the storage pouch in his hand.
The methods of a Third Tribulation immortal elder were truly extraordinary—he’d actually managed to send down an Emperor-tier artifact!
Normally, the current restrictions of the Nine Heavens altar wouldn’t allow Emperor-tier items to descend, but the Third Ancestor was an ancient immortal who’d lived countless years. His means were naturally beyond comprehension.
"Too bad I don’t have much use for Emperor-tier artifacts, but the treasures inside... now those are something!" Jiang Che licked his lips lightly.
Absolute profit!
When the Third Ancestor made a move, you knew it’d be grand!
His gifts were even more lavish than all the other immortals combined. With generosity like this, no wonder he deserved immortality!
......
Meanwhile, in the Nine Heavens...
In the far northern Profound Frost Domain, a colossal ice palace loomed amidst endless snow-capped mountains.
The Lunar Frost Palace!
One of the leading powers of the Nine Heavens!
It boasted numerous Emperor-tier experts, and its master was rumored to be a half-step immortal existence.
The air here was thick with the aura of frost laws—ordinary cultivators would freeze into statues within moments.
Deep within the palace lay an enormous ice coffin.
Upon it rested a figure so ethereal she seemed woven from dreams. She wore a gossamer-thin dress of ice, so transparent it concealed nothing, her skin paler than snow. Around her swirled fragments of law, an extreme cold capable of freezing even the deepest mysteries of the cosmos.
A crystalline butterfly fluttered past the protective immortal arrays, alighting on her jade-white wrist.
Suddenly, the woman’s eyes opened—pupils of glacial blue, long lashes dusted with frost. Breathtakingly beautiful, like a vision from a dream!
The Young Mistress of the Lunar Frost Palace!
Ranked second on the Heavenly Leaderboard, third on the Beauty Ranking, a peak Tenth-Stage Quasi-Emperor!
Possessing the Lunar Immortal Physique, she had no choice but to seal herself within the Profound Heaven Ice Coffin.
The Lunar Immortal Physique... the most supreme furnace constitution. Left unchecked, it could easily lead one down the path of unrestrained indulgence.
The woman sat up slowly, crushing the ice butterfly in her hand. A flicker of surprise passed through her frosty eyes.
"An engagement... a fiancé?"
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
