Jiang Che was speechless. "..."
He had imagined many scenarios. He thought he might receive a warm welcome from the Jiang family upon entering the Nine Heavens, allowing him to harvest them like leeks to his heart's content.
But he never anticipated this!
He had barely set foot in the Nine Heavens, and this group of old fogies actually wanted to drag him off to get married?
This was absolute madness!
And the partner in question... was the Jiang family's favored daughter, a prodigy with the Five Elements Immortal Spiritual Root who had been kept hidden away for a hundred thousand years?
"Hold on... let me think for a moment," Jiang Che interrupted the immortals.
His mind began frantically searching through certain mysterious archives, almost as if he were reciting the multiplication table.
[Jiang Yueye: Daughter of an Immortal from the Nine Heavens Jiang family. Born with the Five Elements Immortal Spiritual Root. Formerly ranked third on the Prodigy List. Current cultivation: Tenth Heaven of the Creation Realm. The number one beauty of the Azure Heaven Domain, ranked ninth on the List of Peerless Beauties...]
Jiang Yueye's appearance surfaced in Jiang Che's mind. Just from her features, he could roughly guess her personality; she was likely the aloof, ice-queen type of fairy.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Logically speaking, this kind of aloof fairy should be quite resistant to arranged marriages. He could even predict the ensuing plot: he would go to marry her, but right at the ceremony, this Jiang Yueye would throw a fit and pull a public annulment...
Exactly! It was such a classic trope!
Or perhaps she would go through with the ceremony with extreme reluctance...
However, all of that was trivial to Jiang Che, because he was actually quite looking forward to it!
It wasn't just that he coveted Jiang Yueye's beauty—though, of course, that was part of it. The other reason was... he had never experienced this kind of storyline before. Simply being direct was becoming a bit outdated; a traditional wedding drama... that actually got him excited.
"Sure! When is the ceremony? Do I need to do anything?" Jiang Che nodded in immediate agreement.
The Seventh Ancestor froze for a moment, then nodded excitedly.
It's in the bag! It's secured! Everything is set!
They knew that with Jiang Che's personality, there was absolutely no reason for him to refuse such a peerlessly beautiful woman.
Especially the Seventh Ancestor; the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than the recoil of an AK-47. He had hit the jackpot this time, hadn't he?
If his daughter really became Jiang Che's woman, a little pillow talk from her later on would bring all the good stuff rolling in, wouldn't it?
He felt that the greatest achievement of his life wasn't knocking on the gates of immortality, but fathering his precious daughter, Yue'er.
"Hehe, my virtuous son-in-law, have no worries. Our Jiang family has already started the preparations. Yue'er is already dressed in her phoenix crown and bridal robes, waiting for you!"
Jiang Che: "..."
Was this old geezer really marrying off his daughter? Why did it feel like he was the one getting married?
"Rest assured, son-in-law. From now on, we'll dispense with the hierarchy. I'll call you son-in-law, and you can just call me Old Seven." The Seventh Ancestor's skin was incredibly thick, making the other Jiang family ancestors want to tear his mouth apart.
If they had known earlier, they would have had more children. As top-tier Immortals, if they really wanted to take a wife and have children, what kind of fairy couldn't they find?
But now that they had become Immortals, their life forms had entered the realm of immortality, making it almost impossible to conceive offspring. The Seventh Ancestor's daughter was a pure accident, a probability lower than winning the lottery.
"Hmm... I'll get ready, then I'll go with you to the Jiang family to complete the wedding. By the way... you didn't invite anyone else, did you?" Jiang Che asked with a frown.
The Seventh Ancestor wore a fawning smile. "Rest assured, son-in-law. Aside from the direct line of the Jiang family... no one knows about this marriage."
As he said this, the Seventh Ancestor silently apologized to his daughter in his heart.
She was the daughter of an Immortal, an incredibly proud and favored daughter of heaven. Her wedding should have invited the myriad races and received blessings from numerous Immortals and Great Emperors. But now... they could only hold a banquet in secret, solely out of fear that Jiang Che's other female companions would get jealous.
He had truly wronged his daughter.
"Good!" Jiang Che nodded. As expected of an Immortal Ancestor... he knew how to handle things discreetly.
Jiang Che took a Longevity Immortal Peach from his spatial ring and handed it to the Seventh Ancestor. "Thank you for your trouble, Seventh Ancestor."
The Seventh Ancestor's face lit up with joy; that was another ten thousand years of life.
"Um... son-in-law?" The Seventh Ancestor shamelessly leaned his old face close to Jiang Che again.
"What is it?" For some reason, Jiang Che felt this old guy was up to no good.
"I only have this one daughter, so the family line of my branch has effectively ended..."
"Seventh Ancestor!" Jiang Che straightened his expression. "Don't blame me for lecturing you, but getting pregnant depends entirely on luck, okay? I have so many women around me, yet only two are currently pregnant... Besides, Yueyue and I haven't even done anything yet."
The Seventh Ancestor's old face twitched. Haven't done anything yet... and he was already calling her Yueyue?
Although he had actively facilitated this marriage, the thought of the daughter he had raised for a hundred thousand years getting married still brought a touch of sadness to his heart. Ahem... even if 99.9% of those years she had been sealed within an Immortal Source.
"Then... please put in more effort, son-in-law."
The Seventh Ancestor's words made the jaws of the other Immortals drop. Was this the Old Seven they knew?
'Please put in more effort, son-in-law?'
Was that something a human being would say?
When it came to being shameless, you really took the cake, Old Seven!
...
After the Immortals left.
Jiang Che went to visit Dong'er. This white-haired little girl still seemed to be in a daze, nestled in the sofa staring into space. Her tiny figure had sunk into the soft cushions, and she was hugging a white teddy bear—a gift Jiang Che had once given her.
Dong'er had fair skin and exquisite features. She didn't even blink, creating the illusion that she, like the bear in her arms, was a porcelain doll.
"Master." Upon seeing Jiang Che, a glimmer of light burst into Dong'er's eyes.
"Mhm!" Jiang Che kissed Dong'er's cheek with affection.
[I got kissed... happy.]
Dong'er's mind was incredibly simple, and she didn't much care for playing with the other girls. Seeing her all alone sometimes made Jiang Che's heart ache.
"Be a good girl. Dong'er, I'm leaving this Immortal Ark in your care for now. Master needs to leave for ten days or a fortnight."
Dong'er remained silent for a long time, then looked up and asked seriously, "Is it ten days, or is it a fortnight?"
Uh...
Jiang Che scratched his head. He was sneaking off to marry Jiang Yueye; how could he have an exact timeline?
It could be ten days, it could be half a month. If he got carried away and had a honeymoon, a full month wasn't out of the question either.
"Half a month! I'll definitely be back in half a month!"
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.”
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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.
