Jiang Che, dressed in his wedding attire, went to perform the ceremonial bows.
The wedding hall was set up within the Jiang family's ancestral grounds. The area was decked out with lanterns and colored banners, looking incredibly lively.
They had even refused entry to all outside guests.
Tens of thousands of core Jiang family members had taken their seats; the weakest among them was at the Martial God Stage!
All the Great Emperor ancestors of the Jiang family had been awakened. Even the old men who were in death seclusion with only three or four days of lifespan left were forcibly dragged out and fed a few Supreme Longevity Pills to bring them here.
The full extent of the Jiang family's hidden reserves was revealed at this moment!
192 First-Life Emperors, 98 Second-Life Emperors, 23 Third-Life Emperors!
11 One-Tribulation Immortals, 9 Two-Tribulation Immortals, 6 Three-Tribulation Immortals, and 2 Four-Tribulation Immortals!
Furthermore, these Immortals and Great Emperors had all been fed thousands of Supreme Longevity Pills, extending their lifespans by hundreds of years. They could restore their peak combat power at any moment. This lineup... could only be described as terrifying!
...
To be honest, Jiang Che knew nothing about the bowing ceremony.
Fortunately, the Jiang family had prepared everything; he just needed to show up and bow.
Young Master Jiang was enjoying his moment of glory. Being a handsome young man in the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds wasn't just for show.
"Tch~ Look how smug that stinky rascal is."
In the core area of the wedding hall, two large banquet tables were set up. The angle of these tables was tricky; obscured by curtains, those inside could see out, but those outside couldn't see in—a technique of the Immortals.
Clearly, the occupants of these two specially treated tables were Jiang Che's confidantes and lovers.
"Haha, Wan'er, didn't you say you wouldn't be jealous? Wait until they bow to each other... you'll be even more jealous!" Ye Mengyao teased.
"I... So what if I'm jealous? Aren't you guys jealous too?"
Since Jiang Che wasn't there, the girls began to speak freely. They often roasted Jiang Che in private, finding joy in it.
"Hehehe, Sister Yao, I discovered a problem," Qin Qiaoqiao said excitedly. "You are all jealous... but I'm never jealous! In fact, seeing Jiang Che being ambiguous with other girls, I actually feel a sense of unwilling yet powerless excitement. Do you think I have a 'cuckold' constitution?"
"You... are impressive!" Qin Qiaoqiao left them speechless.
"Damn it, why do I feel a bit excited too? Have I been corrupted as well?" Xiao Wanwan tugged at her sister's sleeve. She clearly felt uncomfortable in her heart, yet inexplicably felt a thrill?
Xiao Sisi looked at her own sister expressionlessly. Ruined, ruined... this sister is completely ruined. But fortunately, she had another sister. Her gaze shifted to Xiao An'an.
"Uh..."
Xiao An'an was burying her head in the food, sweeping through the banquet. The dragon liver, phoenix marrow, and eight precious immortal birds in front of her were almost completely devoured.
Both sisters were ruined.
"Look, look! The bride is coming out! Whoa... that phoenix crown and rosy cape... so beautiful. I'm envious!"
The women looked over and saw a stunning beauty in red wedding robes walking out slowly...
An inexplicable sourness welled up in the girls' hearts.
The scent of jealousy filled the air!
......
Jiang Yueye was feeling very apprehensive at this moment.
She was extremely nervous. Although she was the daughter of an Immortal, possessed the Five Elements Immortal Spirit Root, and had been frozen in slumber for a hundred thousand years, she actually had a bit of social anxiety.
With so many Jiang family members present, it was a good thing she was covered by the red veil, otherwise, others would definitely notice her blushing cheeks.
At this moment, she also noticed Jiang Che walking towards her.
[He's... he's alright, I guess? But... isn't he a bit too young? He looks twenty-something at most.]
[Am I robbing the cradle here?]
Every single word of Jiang Yueye's inner thoughts entered Jiang Che's ears.
"???"
Good heavens, really good heavens!
Jiang Che was actually a bit confused. In his view... this Jiang Yueye should be the type of aloof, icy little fairy who would cry, make a scene, and hang herself rather than get married. He assumed she was marrying him against her will. He even had the Immortal Binding Rope ready... prepared to use it in the bridal chamber.
But looking at it now, Jiang Yueye's personality seemed a bit... silly and sweet?
[He... why doesn't he look nervous at all? Could it be... has he performed the bowing ceremony many times?]
[Right, he has so many confidantes... he must have bowed before.]
Hey, hey, hey!
Jiang Che could barely hold it together. You, stop guessing wildly, okay?
This young master's first time is being given to you! Do you know how many girls are looking forward to my first bowing ceremony?
To think of me like that?
I feel so bad I want to cry!
Jiang Che calmly walked up to Jiang Yueye and immediately, forcefully took her hand. The young girl instinctively wanted to shake him off, but she couldn't break free at all.
[His cultivation base... isn't it the Nirvana Stage? Why can't I break free?]
She was at the tenth heaven of the Creation Realm, only a step away from being a Quasi-Emperor!
Just then, Jiang Che leaned closer to her. She could even smell the scent of extreme yang radiating from him, which gave her an inexplicable feeling of restlessness.
[Are you very resistant to marrying me? Or rather... are you being forced by the Immortals of the Jiang family?]
Jiang Che sent a voice transmission to Jiang Yueye; only the two of them could hear it.
[I prefer mutual consent. Even if a forcibly twisted melon quenches thirst, I disdain it. Tell me the truth... if you have no feelings for me or detest this wedding, I will let you leave immediately.]
Jiang Che's words left Jiang Yueye completely stunned.
She had never imagined Jiang Che would say something like that.
[I...] Jiang Yueye looked up. Through the red veil, she could clearly see Jiang Che's face.
She didn't hate this man!
But... after all, he was still a stranger to her. They had met for less than three minutes.
After thinking for a long time, her tightly clenched hand slowly relaxed, allowing Jiang Che to lead her.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Seeing this, Jiang Che's heart blossomed with joy. He admitted there was an element of gambling, but he had bet correctly.
It seemed the Immortal Binding Rope would have a different use tonight.
[Yue'er, you made the right choice!]
The smile on Jiang Che's lips became even harder to suppress as he took Jiang Yueye's arm and walked toward the red carpet.
Jiang Yueye: "......"
Beneath the red veil, a blush spread down Jiang Yueye's neck, and her hand seemed to be trembling.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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.
