The Fusang Immortal Tree just wanted to cry right now.
It had never been this miserable and unlucky before.
Previously, in the Immortal Silkworm clan, it had been the absolute treasure of the entire immortal race. It was guarded by immortals, had a whole acre of immortal soil entirely to itself, and was watered exclusively with immortal-grade spirit springs.
Even when it was later snatched away by that demonic path Immortal Emperor, it was treated even better. It could use as much immortal soil and drink as much immortal spring water as it wanted, and it didn't even have to have its mulberry leaves plucked. It lived a carefree and happy life for over a million years.
But after being given away, it was now living such a miserable life.
It was being worked to the bone like a slave!!!
Although it was still given immortal-grade spirit spring water, it had to produce a freaking thousand catties of immortal leaves every single day!!!
As a small sapling, it barely weighed over a hundred catties even with its roots included, okay?!
This was simply asking for its life!
Hey, hey, hey! And you guys... what are you looking at? Careful, or my husband will punish you when he gets back!
Yaoyao put her hands on her hips, looking exactly like a little tyrant!
This was completely different from the adorkable and cute appearance Jiang Che usually saw.
But suddenly, Yaoyao seemed to sense something.
Her entire demeanor was instantly reined in.
Master, you're here?
Yaoyao threw herself straight into Jiang Che's embrace. Her former arrogance completely vanished, and she became as soft and cute as a sweet, juicy peach.
People always talk about green tea girls, but what man wouldn't like a cute little green tea sister like her?
Master... just now... I might have lost my temper a little, but I just wanted to get you a few more mulberry leaves. This was the task you gave me, Master... Yaoyao put on a tearful expression that made Jiang Che want to pull out his very heart and soul to give her.
It's fine! Jiang Che rubbed the young girl's head.
If he were an ancient emperor, he would definitely be a peerless tyrant blinded by beauty!
Nestled in Jiang Che's arms, Yaoyao secretly made a face at the Fusang Immortal Tree and the other miserable immortal herbs where Jiang Che couldn't see.
Jiang Che shot a sideways glance at the Fusang Immortal Tree, making the immortal herb shiver uncontrollably.
Ten days. Give me 5,000 catties of leaves, or I'll extract your immortal herb origin to refine pills!
[Beep! Host has extorted the Ancient Fusang Immortal Tree. Rewarded with 50 million points.]
This was truly squeezing it from both ends!
Oh right, here is ten tons of Holy Spirit Spring water, and 10 catties of Immortal Spirit Spring water. Jiang Che took out some treasures. He had fleeced these spirit springs from elsewhere.
This small bottle contains ten drops. Ten drops of Supreme Profound Immortal Water, which can make up for your overdrawn immortal herb origin!
Jiang Che was still somewhat humane. After all, if you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass!
......
When Jiang Che returned, he found that Jiang Yueye had already hit it off with his girls.
Ahem, not hit in the physical sense.
Hehe, Sister Yueye, is Jiang Che amazing in bed? Some of the more gossipy girls surrounded Jiang Yueye.
Jiang Yueye felt incredibly awkward and at a total loss for what to do. Jiang Che's confidantes... had absolutely no sense of boundaries, and she was struggling to cope with them.
Moreover, where did Jiang Che find so many immortal physiques? Were all of his lovers possessors of immortal physiques?
This realization made her feel a faint sense of inferiority.
It seemed her Five Elements Immortal Spirit Root wasn't that heaven-defying after all.
Sister Yueye, did you know? Actually, during your wedding night with Jiang Che...
Hey, hey, hey! Qiaoqiao, are you supposed to say that? Shut up! Bai Qiangwei covered Qin Qiaoqiao's mouth.
Jiang Yueye looked completely bewildered and shifted her butt to sit a little further away.
As a powerhouse in the Creation Realm, Jiang Yueye sensed Jiang Che the moment he appeared, feeling a sense of immense relief.
Mhm? Our groom has arrived? A soft hum rang out.
Yep! I'm here!
You must be quite tired, right? It seems you've been... working hard lately!
She emphasized the words working hard quite heavily.
Alright, give it a rest. Your young master here bled heavily this time, Jiang Che sighed.
The clothes he had the Nine Tribulations Immortal Silkworm spin silk for were actually wedding dresses for the girls. When the time came for the grand wedding... they would each wear them.
He had no choice. Although Jiang Yueye's wedding was small, her wedding dress was an immortal artifact... Naturally, he had to arrange the same for Yu Wan'er and the others.
Bled heavily? You definitely spent it all on some other vixen, Yu Wan'er said jealously.
Hehe, everyone gets a share... except for you, Jiang Che sat leisurely on the sofa, throwing an arm around a girl on each side like a wealthy lord.
You— Yu Wan'er's pretty face tightened, but then she broke into a smile and shuffled over to Jiang Che's side.
Hehe, what good stuff is it?
Ouch, my legs are sore! Jiang Che lifted his legs and propped them up on the table.
Yu Wan'er: ......
I'll massage them! I'll massage them for you!
The girl's soft, tender hands began to massage Jiang Che's feet. They were already like an old married couple, having done much more outrageous things; a mere foot massage was nothing.
Is it comfortable? Yu Wan'er asked, looking up at him expectantly as she massaged.
Nope.
......
While enjoying Yu Wan'er's massage, Jiang Che began to talk at length.
It was nothing more than the wedding he had promised the girls!
The wedding couldn't be delayed. After all, Jiang Yueye had already set a precedent. If he delayed it for another few hundred or a thousand years... the girls would probably forget about it.
So rest assured, I never go back on my promises to you... Your wedding dresses will be ready when the time comes!
After Jiang Che finished speaking, the girls began to whisper among themselves.
I... I don't have much family left. Keep it simple when the time comes. Just bowing to heaven and earth and going through the motions is fine... Bai Qiangwei said softly. Currently, she had no family left aside from Bai Jie.
Not allowed! The wedding must be a grand affair! We'll invite all the higher-ups from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! Even the Heavenly Dao will be brought over to witness it! Jiang Che's voice left no room for argument.
Bai Qiangwei was instantly incredibly moved. She was already somewhat of a hopeless romantic, and now her eyes were brimming with tears.
...
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao of the Mortal Realm was in a predicament.
Because just moments ago, the realm barrier that Jiang Che had been maintaining was withdrawn.
The entire Mortal Realm was now like a peeled hard-boiled egg—it would break with a single poke.
Why—
She was a little panicked. Before Jiang Che left, he said he would remove the realm barrier. She thought he was just speaking out of anger; after all, this was his hometown, he couldn't possibly just abandon it.
But now... he had actually removed the realm barrier!
Fortunately, almost the entire army of evil spirits from beyond the realm had surged toward the Nine Heavens. The remaining ones harassing the Mortal Realm were only weak evil spirits.
You... you really abandoned the Mortal Realm?
Inexplicably, the Heavenly Dao felt a trace of indignation. Jiang Che's actions... made her feel as though she wasn't valued at all.
Regardless, it was just an incredibly uncomfortable feeling!
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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.
