It wasn't until Jiang Che took Jiang Yueye away that the "furniture" in the room finally released their shapeshifting forms.
The first to react was the teacup on the table. With a *pop*, it transformed into a petite young girl.
"Ahhh~ That bastard Jiang Che did it on purpose! He knew we were in the room... and he was still so... shameless!"
Yu Wan'er stomped her feet in anger.
Subsequently, the pillow on the bed also transformed into a graceful young girl. It was none other than Qin Qiaoqiao. As for why she turned into a pillow... well, those who know, know.
Then the bed curtains transformed as well. It was Bai Jie!
"Bai Jie!!! Who told you to block the view? We couldn't see anything! You are too selfish!" The incense burner ash released its form... revealing Xiao Wanwan.
"I... I don't know anything?" Bai Jie played dumb.
"You, you, you... Bai Jie, you've changed. You're no longer that silly little love-crazed girl. You've started playing tricks," Xiao Wanwan accused, pointing a finger at Bai Jie.
She had transformed into the bed curtains and simply let them drop... which resulted in the rest of them seeing absolutely nothing!
"Alright, alright, let's get out of here quickly. It would be terrible if we were discovered!"
...
The Jiang family estate was vast. Jiang Che and Jiang Yueye spent a full six or seven days touring the scenic mountains and rivers for their honeymoon before it concluded.
During this time, Jiang Yueye had been successfully led astray by Jiang Che.
"Eh? Yue'er, why have you come?" The Seventh Ancestor was very excited to see his daughter. "Where is Jiang Che? Is he not with you?"
The Seventh Ancestor could tell at a glance that his daughter had been eating well during her days with Jiang Che. She didn't look like she had been bullied at all. It seemed that Jiang Che really was a worthy son-in-law.
The aura of maidenhood on Jiang Yueye had vanished, replaced by an increasingly mature demeanor.
At this moment, Jiang Yueye looked at her father seriously.
"Father! Did Jiang Che once give you a Longevity Immortal Peach?"
Jiang Yueye's sudden question stunned the Seventh Ancestor, but a look of joy soon spread across his face!
He understood! He understood it all!
Jiang Che must have tasted the sweetness of his daughter and was now preparing to thank him, the father-in-law. Asking about the Longevity Immortal Peach? Could it be that Jiang Che wanted to give him a few more?
As expected of Jiang Che, the worthy son-in-law he had set his sights on!
"Ahem... Yue'er, that is indeed the case. Jiang Che did once give me a Longevity Immortal Peach, which extended my life by ten thousand years. However, my lifespan is currently sufficient, so I temporarily do not need..."
"Father!" Jiang Yueye interrupted him. "Um... that Longevity Immortal Peach is excessively expensive. We cannot take his things for nothing... Do you have any equivalent cultivation resources?"
The Seventh Ancestor: "?????"
His face was a mask of total confusion!
The old man was completely dumbfounded, looking at his daughter in disbelief.
Was this still his precious daughter?
"Yue'er... you... what did you say? Equivalent cultivation resources?"
Jiang Yueye nodded earnestly. "Father, our lineage should not be ungrateful."
Looking at the unfamiliar daughter before him, the Seventh Ancestor felt a sudden urge to curse. He had already emptied his coffin savings... where would he find more cultivation resources?
What pained him the most was his daughter. How had his once cozy little cotton jacket become so drafty?
Not only was it leaking air, but it was also stabbing him right in the heart!
He had married his daughter to Jiang Che hoping she would whisper some pillow talk and send some good items his way. Instead...
"Sigh! A grown daughter really cannot be kept!" The Seventh Ancestor sighed heavily.
"I have already put all of my cultivation resources into the red packets for the two of you. I have nothing left now..."
Jiang Yueye blinked twice. "Oh... I'm sorry, Father."
......
Meanwhile, Jiang Che had followed the map given by Jiang Yueye and arrived at a unique location.
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, there were only snowy mountains. Everything was covered in pristine white snow, so bright it was blinding.
"Is the Silkworm Ancestor in? I am Jiang Che!"
That's right. Having just finished his honeymoon with his little wife, Jiang Che couldn't wait to come and fleece this immortal auntie.
"Hello? Silkworm Ancestor? Are you there? This junior has an urgent matter and requests an audience!"
Atop the snowy peak, a middle-aged woman with white hair and white robes wore an expression of extreme headache.
To be honest, she really didn't want to have anything to do with this junior named Jiang Che. This kid was simply too despicable, showed no respect for his elders, and most importantly... his master was that Demon-Sealing High Immortal.
She wanted to avoid any karma involving a Supreme Immortal Emperor at all costs.
But since this guy had actively sought her out, she couldn't just ignore him, could she?
Thus... she descended from the sky and appeared before Jiang Che.
"You... what business do you have with me?"
Jiang Che looked over the plain-looking middle-aged woman before him. He didn't like old aunties!
He couldn't quite understand. Immortals could maintain eternal youth, so why did she choose to look aged? Was it because her heart had grown old?
"Hehe, Silkworm Ancestor... Junior was presumptuous before, please forgive me," Jiang Che said, bowing with cupped hands.
The Nine-Tribulation Silkworm was stunned. When did this Jiang Che become so polite?
"It is fine..."
"Junior has come this time to ask for your help with something."
"Speak!"
"Well..." Jiang Che touched his clothes somewhat embarrassedly. "Silkworm Ancestor... Junior heard that your silk can be used to refine immortal artifacts and is excellent for defense against great enemies... I experienced it myself and it is indeed quite good. So, I want to make some clothes for my wife. Do you have any more Immortal Silkworm Silk?"
"......"
The Nine-Tribulation Silkworm felt an urge to curse.
How could this guy be so shameless? She had given him seventy or eighty thousand years' worth of hoarded silk to make clothes, and he still wanted more?
"I have no spare silk left in my hands..."
"Sister Silkworm, I know you don't have any left... but you can continue to spit more silk!" Jiang Che immediately switched to calling her 'Sister'.
Naturally, the system sold Nine-Tribulation Silkworm Silk, but the price was very expensive. For Jiang Che... if he could get it for free, he would always choose to get it for free!
"You—Insolent!" The woman suddenly raised her hand, and a blast of energy sent Jiang Che flying dozens of meters!
What did he take her for?
"Sister Silkworm, don't get angry yet! I have a treasure here that you will definitely want!"
"I don't want any treasure! On account of you being the disciple of an Immortal Emperor and the Emperor's Son of the Jiang family, I will spare your life! Leave this place immediately!"
However, Jiang Che was not afraid. Instead, he spoke calmly and slowly raised his hand... In his palm, a distinct emerald-green leaf slowly appeared, its edges marked with clear serrations.
A mulberry leaf!
Moreover, it exuded a dense aura of the Immortal Dao!
Immortal Medicine—The Fusang Ancient Immortal Tree!
No silkworm could refuse the temptation of the Fusang Ancient Immortal Tree.
And this Fusang Ancient Immortal Tree was also something Jiang Che had obtained for free. Of the two stalks of Immortal Medicine Mo Shangxie had given to Jiang Yueye, one was the Fusang Ancient Immortal Tree!

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!

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.

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'!"

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.”