I want him to be utterly annihilated!!!
A cold voice reached the ears of the ancestral dragon's lingering soul, causing it to panic instantly upon hearing it.
"You... you... I am the Ancestral Dragon! The progenitor of all dragons... your very body flows with my dragon blood!"
As expected, a woman's heart is the most venomous!
This woman... wait, no... this is bad... the Demon Ancestor has the Earth Listener!
"Heh... Qianqiu, this old fellow says a woman's heart is the most venomous!" Jiang Che said with a laugh.
Long Qianqiu was not surprised; instead, she remained perfectly calm. Since the situation was now under Jiang Che's control, she naturally wouldn't let this ancestral dragon soul off.
Not to mention the Ancestral Dragon, even if her own biological father stood before her now, she wouldn't show the slightest mercy.
Ever since the Dragon Palace's council of elders executed her mother, she had been filled with hatred for the entire dragon race.
"Demon Ancestor, I didn't say that... I've given you everything, I'll do anything, just don't strip me of my Great Dao essence!" The dragon soul appeared utterly servile. He might have dared to negotiate with any other Immortal Emperor who came here, but the person before him was the Demon Ancestor!
Back when the Ancient Heavenly Court still stood, the Demon Ancestor was a major figure throughout the Three Realms; even the Heavenly Emperor had to give him some leeway.
As the progenitor of all dragons, he had witnessed the most glorious era of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Even as a Six-Calamity Immortal Emperor who had merged with a Supreme Dao essence, he was still slain by a single sword stroke from that Heavenly Emperor!
The Demon Ancestor was at least as powerful, if not stronger, than that Heavenly Emperor. Even now, as merely a reincarnated form, he was not someone this lingering soul could oppose.
"Ah~" Jiang Che let out a light sigh.
"Are you deaf?"
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul nodded repeatedly. "I am a dragon! A true dragon! The progenitor of all dragons, I... I can even help this descendant purify her bloodline into a true dragon's!"
Jiang Che: "..."
He had never imagined the progenitor of all dragons would be like this?
And this is a top-tier Immortal Emperor who survived from the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court?
He seems no different from trash.
"With your groveling posture like this, you dare claim to have merged with a Supreme Great Dao? Are you worthy?"
Jiang Che mocked.
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul was thoroughly berated by Jiang Che and Long Qianqiu. The key was he didn't dare to resist, not even harboring resentment in his heart.
However, Jiang Che had no intention of letting him go.
Because this guy possessed a Supreme Dao essence.
The Supreme Dao, ranked among the top thirty of the Three Thousand Great Daos, was currently listed at a "???" price level in Jiang Che's system.
Estimated conservatively to start at 50 billion points.
He absolutely had to obtain this thing!
"Qianqiu, I grant you the authority. You can now freely deal with this fellow to your heart's content. He guarantees he won't resist!"
Jiang Che curled his lips.
Long Qianqiu gave Jiang Che a thoughtful look, then revealed a slightly morbid smile.
She had always been suppressing her inner self, always adhering to the principle of caution. But now... she found she might not need to be so cautious anymore.
No wonder this man wasn't afraid of her fiancé or the Vast Heaven Immortal Emperor backing him. So Jiang Che's origins were this immense!
"You... don't come any closer! I am the Ancestral Dragon!" Even having died once, the ancestral dragon's lingering soul was still immensely fearful of death.
"Ancestral Dragon? Where did your lofty, imposing aura from earlier go?" Long Qianqiu stepped towards the dragon soul one pace at a time. A white spear materialized in her hand, emanating faint traces of imperial majesty—clearly, this was an Imperial artifact!
The young woman twirled the dragon spear, her gaze turning violent.
"Tell me! Where exactly am I unworthy of inheriting the dragon clan's treasure?!"
A sweep of her spear sent the ancestral dragon's lingering soul flying. With Jiang Che here... he didn't even dare to move.
"Worthy... you are worthy. It was my blindness... I mistook the person. You are the destined one for our dragon clan's future."
Long Qianqiu lightly licked her red lips, the smile at the corner of her mouth growing even more unrestrained. She absolutely adored this feeling of being arrogant and domineering.
"No, you're mistaken. I am not the dragon clan's destined one," Long Qianqiu said calmly, but then her tone shifted sharply. "I am the dragon clan's undertaker!"
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul wasn't stupid; he had already guessed that the person before him was a madwoman. Once she gained power, she would likely truly exterminate the entire dragon clan. But what did that have to do with him?
As long as he lived, the dragon clan would still exist!
"Yes, yes, you are the dragon clan's future. I can impart the Dragon Clan's Soul to you..."
"Bang!!!" Long Qianqiu raised her hand and lashed out with another spear strike!
"Tell me! Where exactly am I unworthy of inheriting the dragon clan's treasure!"
"Tell me?!"
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul felt like he had encountered a lunatic; he was almost poked into a porcupine by her spear.
I'm such a fucking idiot. Why did I have to act all high and mighty back then? And now, damn it...
...
Jiang Che, meanwhile, had pulled up a small stool and sat down. Munching on melon seeds, he sent his divine sense into the dragon pearl token and began counting the treasures inside.
Gotta say, there really are a lot of treasures!
There are even three immortal herbs!
[River Styx Flower of Tribulation], [Samsara Tree], [Myriad Dao Phoenix Tree Branch]
Sacred herbs and divine herbs are too numerous to count!
Spirit stones, spirit herbs, and the like go without saying.
After all, this is the Ancestral Dragon's treasure hoard, arguably one of the wealthiest Immortal Emperors in the entire Nine Heavens!
Only the inheritance of the Ancient Heavenly Court could possibly surpass it.
This haul is truly a massive, bloody windfall!
The system estimated the dragon pearl's value at around 50 billion points, but its actual value likely starts at least at 200 billion points!
After all, the Supreme Dao essence still needs to be factored in.
...
Several hours later, the little dragon girl had finished venting.
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul had been tortured beyond recognition, while Long Qianqiu's expression remained placid. She gently tucked away the stray hairs at her forehead, then slowly walked over to Jiang Che.
"Thank you."
Jiang Che glanced at the ancestral dragon's lingering soul—a truly pitiful sight. Though not dead... it wasn't much different from being dead.
Never offend a woman, especially a petty one.
To be honest, even Jiang Che felt a bit apprehensive. Long Qianqiu was definitely the most unhinged woman he had ever met. Compared to Bai Jie, that obsessive woman... this was the real yandere!
"No need for thanks."
Jiang Che slowly stood up and stretched with a yawn.
It was time for him to harvest the last bit of value from this ancestral dragon.
The dragon soul, now reduced to a puddle of mush, suddenly caught sight of a pair of trouser legs. "Demon Ancestor... spare me."
"The Supreme Dao essence. Hand it over."
Jiang Che's tone was flat, but it caused this million-year-old Ancestral Dragon to lose all composure instantly, plunging into utter despair.
He should have realized it sooner—the moment the Demon Ancestor appeared... all his compromises were useless. The only option was a desperate, life-or-death struggle.
"Demon Ancestor!!! Do you truly intend to fight me to the death?!"
The ancestral dragon's lingering soul erupted violently. Its entire form instantly transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang dragon body, surrounded by dense immortal energy as it mobilized the power of its Supreme Great Dao essence!
Its aura surged exponentially!
He is currently in a state of a lingering soul, hanging on by his last breath. The moment he leaves the Great Dao Origin, his soul will scatter and vanish immediately. Whoever dares to snatch his Great Dao Origin... he will fight them to the death!
"Moron!" Jiang Che shielded Long Qianqiu behind him, crushed a violet-gold item in his hand, and then swung it forcefully towards the dragon soul high in the sky!
[Truth's Slap: A conceptual-grade effect. Ignores all cultivation levels and ranks, forcibly delivers an exceptionally resounding slap to the target, inflicting injury... and increases the target's fear of you by 95%.]
[Price: 300 million points.]
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?!
