"Heh, you two better behave, or else... Yours Truly will teach you a lesson!"
Jiang Che sneered. He wasn't particularly fond of those two so-called disciples. Although he had inherited some of the Demon Ancestor's memories, he was ultimately not the Demon Ancestor.
He didn't have any real relationship with the Demon Ancestor's two disciples, but that didn't matter... because he had a thing for beauties.
If the two of them were honest and behaved, he might consider looking for them eventually. But if they actively stirred up trouble... then they couldn't blame him for ruthlessly crushing the flowers.
Although he usually appeared to spoil women, if he really encountered those disobedient, obsessive types, he had plenty of methods to ensure they became submissive and obedient.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Che stepped down from the bed.
With a movement of his Divine Sense, he completely mastered the entire Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat.
Outside the Immortal Boat, countless waves of dense spiritual energy surged over. The incredibly massive Immortal Boat hovered in the firmament, blotting out the sun. Countless cultivators looked up in astonishment, their eyes filled with shock.
"Th... what is this? Why is it so huge?"
Even the Great Emperor Ancestor of an Emperor-level sect was startled awake from his seclusion, his eyes wide open... As a Great Emperor, for the first time, he felt as insignificant as an ant.
"An... Ancestor? What is that thing? Is... is it a meteorite? Or has the apocalypse arrived?"
Beside the Great Emperor, a young man spoke with a trembling voice.
"It... it seems to be an Immortal Boat?!!" The Great Emperor swallowed hard.
He was certain; this was an Immortal Boat!
But this Immortal Boat was simply too massive. Even hovering ten thousand miles up in the sky, it still overshadowed more than half of the region. Everywhere was plunged into lightless, eternal darkness.
Ordinary cultivators couldn't tell it was an Immortal Boat with the naked eye, but as a Great Emperor... his Divine Sense could probe it slightly.
"An... Immortal Boat? How could the Ancestor possess an Immortal Boat of this size? I remember your Immortal Boat... isn't it only a thousand zhang long?"
The Great Emperor gave a bitter laugh. How would he know?
However, they faintly felt as if they were catching a glimpse of a corner of the Heavenly Palace. Even though his cultivation had reached the Great Emperor realm, making him a first-rate powerhouse in the Nine Heavens, in reality... he had only just touched the threshold of the Immortal Dao.
"An... Ancestor! I think I know whose Immortal Boat this is! It's... it's Young Master Jiang! That young master from the Jiang family!"
"Young Master Jiang?" The Great Emperor frowned. He had only been in seclusion for a few years; where did a Young Master Jiang pop out from?
Never heard of him!
Seeing the Ancestor's confusion, the young man immediately started explaining. When speaking of Jiang Che, his eyes shone with light, filled with envy and worship.
"Wh... What? Four Immortal Physiques? Are you deceiving this Emperor?" The Ancestor was completely dumbfounded, feeling as if the sky had collapsed after waking up from a nap.
"No, Ancestor, please watch the video!" Saying that, he took out a communication device and connected to the Nine Heavens Network.
Sure enough, the top trending searches in the Nine Heavens Myriad Worlds were all about Jiang Che!
[Shocking # Jiang Che pilots a Stellar-class Imperial Boat, shatters the realm barrier and crosses over!]
[Shocking! Young Master Jiang is so extravagant? Giving away Immortal Boats just like that? I want to be Young Master Jiang's cousin too]
[Mystery! Why is Celestial Venerable Cang Qiong's Natal Immortal Artifact in Young Master Jiang's hands? Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?]
[Extra! Extra! The protective barrier of the Nether Heaven Demon Domain's million provinces has vanished into thin air. The Evil Spirit Army is about to invade, all races please prepare...]
The Great Emperor Ancestor scratched his head. This...
"By the way, Ancestor! Do you have any daughters or anything? That Young Master Jiang loves beauties the most in his life," the young man said, uttering something treasonous.
But at this moment, the Great Emperor wasn't angry. He seemed to be pondering. "This Emperor does indeed have a daughter. You should know her, the Saintess of our sect. But I heard you two were about to become Dao Companions..."
Young man: "???"
However, Jiang Che's Immortal Boat was very fast. In a few minutes, it left this region and sailed to the next. It was very high-profile along the way, occasionally scattering spiritual pills and medicines from above. Jiang Che's casual wave... created opportunities greater than those of many Children of Destiny!
"Heh... why does it feel like feeding pigeons?"
Jiang Che lay diagonally on the Immortal Boat's control console. Jia Ling'er and several other mermaid girls were massaging his legs. He was completely at ease.
"No wonder the protagonists in those fantasy novels find treasures so easily. To them, a booger flicked by a high-level cultivator might be considered a treasure..."
Long Qianqiu glanced at Jiang Che. "Isn't that right? There are gaps and levels between protagonists too. Hubby... what kind of protagonist would you say you are?"
The girl rested her chin on her hand, looking at Jiang Che curiously.
"Me?" Jiang Che pointed at himself and chuckled. "I guess I'd be the top dog of the stallion genre, right?"
Long Qianqiu was stunned. "Hubby, how can you say that about yourself?"
Jia Ling'er chimed in from the side, "Sister Long, I think it's very fitting."
"Ling'er, is your skin itching for a beating again?" Jiang Che asked.
"Huh? Didn't you say it yourself?" Jia Ling'er's beautiful eyes widened slightly.
"Dare to talk back? I'll reward you with a slap first." Jiang Che's large hand slapped Jia Ling'er's bottom. It was very loud.
But just as he was playing with the girls, a tremor came from outside the Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat.
Several familiar auras arrived, followed by space tearing apart, and several figures walked out slowly.
It was precisely Jiang Che's 'online friends' he had been chatting with for months, the Immortal Ancestors of the Jiang family.
Several Immortals hovered in mid-air, revealing their Immortal Avatars. Only with avatars spanning hundreds of millions of feet did they not appear too tiny in front of the Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat.
"Holy crap, such a big Immortal Boat? This is almost surpassing the level of an Immortal Artifact, right?"
"Shh... Old Seven, don't guess blindly."
The Jiang family Immortal Ancestors discussed animatedly, their eyes full of envy as they looked at the Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat.
Even Immortal Emperors couldn't be exempt from such desires. Who wouldn't want such a flashy Immortal Boat? Traveling in this... was like when others drove luxury supercars, but you drove an aircraft carrier directly.
Even though the Immortals displayed their massive Heaven and Earth Avatars, they still appeared very small before the Immortal Boat.
The boat stopped, and the next second... it welcomed the Immortals inside.
...
To be honest, as Immortals who had lived for unknown ages, they had seen countless treasures.
But right now, they were still won over by the extremely luxurious Realm-Breaking Immortal Boat.
"Jiang Che... we finally waited for you." The Seventh Ancestor looked at Jiang Che in front of him, rubbing his hands with a smile. "We heard you were entering the Nine Heavens, so we came specially to act as your Protectors."
Protectors?
Obviously impossible. After all, the methods Jiang Che displayed showed... he didn't even fear Immortal Emperors. With just these few Second Tribulation Immortals... protect what damn Dao? To put it bluntly, they were just here to suck up to him.
"Oh? So, all of you Old Ancestors want to come and serve as my Dao Protectors?" Jiang Che chuckled upon hearing this.
"Heh heh, Young Master, please, there is no need to call us Old Ancestors. Actually, the reason I came here today... is for a matter of utmost importance." The Seventh Patriarch gulped nervously.
"What is it?"
"Young Master... I have a daughter who is as beautiful as a flower..."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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...
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.”
