"Alright, my dear Heavenly Dao wife, you may go now. Thank you for your hard work."
Jiang Che gave a frivolous smile.
The Heavenly Dao's expression remained placid as she vanished from the spot in an instant.
It was rather a pity. Although the Heavenly Dao had taken human form, she remained intangible, untouchable even by Jiang Che, as if she were in a state of ethereal transparency.
She could be seen and one could try to touch her, but alas, the touch never landed.
After the Heavenly Dao disappeared, Jiang Che's gaze turned teasingly towards the dragon girl. "So? You should understand now, right?"
"Given your knowledge and experience, you should be able to tell whether that being just now... was truly the Heavenly Dao or not?" As he spoke, Jiang Che chuckled to himself. "Of course, even if she weren't the Heavenly Dao... you should still know that the Heavenly Dao currently stands on my side. The Heavenly Oath I swore..."
"Even if I were to break that oath, the Heavenly Dao would not punish me."
[Ding! Host has tricked Long Qianqiu, gaining 200 million points...]
With a "thump—" sound.
The dragon girl's spirit nearly shattered entirely. At this moment, her heart held not the anger of being deceived, but rather a sense of helplessness and sorrow.
The sorrow of being taken advantage of!
Seeing the light gradually fade from Long Qianqiu's eyes, Jiang Che felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Ahem... Actually, Miss Long, I'm not as bad as you might think."
As he spoke, a smooth, lustrous white jade pearl appeared in Jiang Che's hand—the Ancestral Dragon Pearl!
Although he had played a small trick on Long Qianqiu, it wasn't for the points. He certainly wasn't the kind of man who would take advantage without taking responsibility.
"Tsk tsk, here, take it!" Jiang Che weighed the dragon pearl in his hand a couple of times before tossing it towards Long Qianqiu.
Long Qianqiu was dazed for a moment, but instinctively caught the pearl, her whole demeanor seeming somewhat disoriented.
"What I want to tell you is, a Heavenly Oath cannot bind me, and you certainly can't control me either. Your little schemes... might work on a child!"
Jiang Che's words reached Long Qianqiu's ears, stirring a tumult of complex emotions within her.
Indeed, this man was far from as simple as he appeared. His lecherousness might just be a layer of disguise.
"Master Jiang, I keep my word... I will not leave your side until you grow tired of me," Long Qianqiu said seriously, tucking the dragon pearl into her bosom.
The pearl was genuine; she could already feel the call of her ancestors. She had long since mastered the method to unlock the dragon clan's inheritance, yet she still couldn't set her mind at ease... afraid that once she opened the inheritance, Jiang Che might seize it for himself, rendering all her sacrifices ultimately for his benefit.
"Heh—what if I never grow tired of you?"
Jiang Che's words startled Long Qianqiu. Then, a complex smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Master Jiang, you jest. You are surrounded by beauties, your fiancée is a stunning beauty ranked third on the list of peerless women, and even the Heavenly Dao has submitted to you. I am merely common fare."
"Not necessarily. I, as a dragon rider, am quite devoted. Once I've chosen my mount, I won't change it for a lifetime."
"......"
What awful sweet talk.
"Alright, Miss Long, now that you have the dragon pearl, I'll let you rest for a few days. If you encounter any unsolvable problems, you can come find me! Your husband will handle everything for you."
Long Qianqiu looked levelly at Jiang Che. This man was truly terrifying, brainwashing her from start to finish.
"By the way, I am bound by a marriage contract. The other party has a formidable background." As she spoke, Long Qianqiu glanced at her arm, where startling red marks showed against her jade-white skin, and the cinnabar dot symbolizing chastity had completely vanished.
"If you don't want trouble, it's best to part ways with me before he learns the truth. Once he proves his Dao and becomes an Emperor, that will be our wedding day..."
Long Qianqiu spoke softly with her back to Jiang Che.
"Trouble? I, your lord, have never known what trouble is!" Jiang Che laughed with extreme nonchalance.
"It's a Celestial Emperor! I cannot tell you specifically who, as he might sense it. The one I am betrothed to has a Celestial Emperor backing him, the most protective and vindictive Celestial Emperor across the Nine Heavens. Even with the Jiang family behind you and the Heavenly Dao's protection, can you withstand a Celestial Emperor?"
A Celestial Emperor?
Jiang Che scoffed internally. Hadn't he offended plenty of Celestial Emperors already?
He had wooed the reincarnation of the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal; that Demon Lord was a little disciple from his past life's alias; the Supreme Evil-Suppressing Immortal probably had deep ties to him too; and there was that reincarnation of the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal who tried to be reborn in Shen Yu's womb, whom he had killed.
Any one of those four, pulled out at random, would have cultivation no lower than a Celestial Emperor. Was he still afraid of offending people?
It's like debt. When you owe ten or twenty thousand, you might worry about repaying it. But when you owe millions or tens of millions, you just give up completely—what's one more debt?
"A Celestial Emperor? Then guess... whether I might be afraid of him?" Jiang Che's smile was peculiar.
Long Qianqiu fell silent for a moment. She truly couldn't understand whether this man was incredibly foolish or supremely confident.
He probably had no idea how terrifying a Celestial Emperor truly was. Before a Celestial Emperor, any golden finger or fortuitous encounter was as fragile as paper. If a Celestial Emperor wished to kill someone, even the Heavenly Dao couldn't protect them!!!
"I hope you won't regret it," Long Qianqiu said, then walked straight out, staggering slightly at the doorway, her legs seeming to tremble.
Watching Long Qianqiu's departing figure, Jiang Che stroked his chin.
"Interesting. Let me see what kind of person this Lin Yu is!"
Jiang Che logged into the Nine Heavens network and began searching for information on Lin Yu.
It must be said, this Nine Heavens network was indeed impressive, very convenient.
He soon found Lin Yu's identity.
[Lin Yu, the 10th Destiny Bearer of the Central Imperial Heaven, one blessed by the Great Dao. Born with the Vast Heaven Immortal Physique and bound to a Heavenly Dao-level system. Upon his birth, he was taken as the sole inheriting disciple by the Vast Heaven Celestial Emperor. Soul age over three thousand years, cultivation at Quasi-Emperor Tenth Heaven...]
It had to be said, this guy's profile was indeed impressive, a proper heaven's favored son. He had broken through to Quasi-Emperor Tenth Heaven by the age of 300, but had deliberately endured for three thousand years to accumulate foundation, aiming to prove his Dao as the most powerful Emperor.
But unfortunately, such a formidable resume and background meant little in Jiang Che's eyes.
When he saw Lin Yu's appearance, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Although this Destiny Bearer was exceptionally handsome, his looks bore a seventy percent resemblance to that 'Lone-Testicle Frenzied Dragon' Lin Yu. Especially after that Lin Yu was crippled and became more effeminate, the resemblance was even stronger.
"These two Lin Yus are definitely connected, most likely reincarnations of the same being."
An inadvertent, mischievous smile appeared on Jiang Che's lips. Perhaps the Lin Yu in the Nine Heavens didn't know yet... that his reincarnation had already met with a 'misfortune'.
Logically speaking, for such a proud heaven's favored son, if he discovered his reincarnated self had already been 'conquered' by 'Brother Qiang', wouldn't his Dao heart collapse?

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.”

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?!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"