After gaining an additional 120,000 years of life, the Seventh Ancestor was even more terrifying than he had been in his prime. After all, as a First-Tribulation Immortal, he could originally only live for seventy or eighty thousand years. A hundred thousand years ago, when his lifespan was nearly exhausted, he had sealed both himself and his daughter, Jiang Yueye, within Immortal Source.
Now, returned to his peak... even as he triggered his Second Immortal Tribulation, he arrogantly led the lightning clouds toward the desolate wildlands.
Such a flashy display of tribulation naturally drew the attention of many powerful experts.
"Wait! Isn't he... that man from the Jiang family? Jiang Ritian! He became a First-Tribulation Immortal over a hundred thousand years ago. Shouldn't he have passed away by now? Why is he undergoing a tribulation?"
"How does he have the nerve? He was sealed in Immortal Source for a hundred thousand years; his immortal origin should have dried up long ago. Daring to face a tribulation now? He’s just seeking death!"
"No! Something is wrong! Why is his blood qi so vigorous? His immortal origin... shows no signs of depletion at all!"
"The life force within him is so vast, it doesn't look like the blood qi a First-Tribulation Immortal should possess!!!"
Many immortals were shocked!
A realization began to dawn on them!
They thought of the rumors circulating about the Jiang family’s Peerless Longevity Pill over the past few days.
A miraculous pill that could grant 120,000 years of life.
Thinking of this, the observing immortals could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts.
It was true!
Such an immortal pill actually existed. Otherwise, how could Jiang Ritian face an Immortal Tribulation now? And with such overflowing longevity!
As for whether Jiang Ritian would survive the tribulation?
If one couldn't survive a tribulation while at the absolute peak of a 120,000-year lifespan... then they deserved to die!
In just a few days, the Immortal Tribulation was completely overcome. The Jiang family gained another powerful Second-Tribulation True Immortal, but this particular immortal, Jiang Ritian, caused a massive sensation throughout the Nine Heavens.
"Haha... Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on your successful tribulation!"
In the void, a Second-Tribulation Immortal took the initiative to step forward and offer his congratulations.
Soon after, a dozen or so experts of varying strengths appeared. Almost all were at the Immortal realm or higher, and there was even the figure of a Third-Tribulation Immortal Master among them.
"Fellow Daoist, might we have a private word?" said an old man carrying a massive wine gourd with a serious expression. He was indeed the Third-Tribulation Immortal Master, Immortal Master Wine Sword!
"No!"
Jiang Ritian was incredibly arrogant. Even when facing an Immortal Master, he dared to refuse.
"You—" Immortal Master Wine Sword’s scalp tingled with rage. This brat was just a newly ascended Second-Tribulation Immortal, yet he dared to speak to him like that.
But he found he couldn't actually lose his temper. Who told him to be at the end of his lifespan... and in desperate need of a longevity pill?
"I know what you all want to ask. My worthy son-in-law, Jiang Zhe, refined a batch of Peerless Longevity Pills. He used the roots of nine different immortal herbs, the essences of three hundred and sixty divine herbs, and a hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred types of holy herbs. After countless failures... he finally produced a single furnace of Longevity Immortal Pills. There aren't many... only nine in total. One pill can increase one's lifespan by 129,600 years..."
Jiang Ritian began to boast. As an immortal, he didn't even need a script to spin a tall tale; the words flowed effortlessly.
"I only received this pill thanks to my daughter. If you want one, you can... come to our Jiang family auction! At the beginning of next month, the Jiang family will hold an unprecedented grand auction. We will only be auctioning one type of pill: the Peerless Longevity Pill!"
"Furthermore, our auction is by invitation only, limited to those at the Half-Immortal realm and above!"
Jiang Ritian spoke with great animation; he had come here with a mission!
He was now a living advertisement, enough to completely sway the immortals who were still hesitating.
"This... Fellow Daoist, surely you aren't joking?" Immortal Master Wine Sword gave a bitter smile. "An auction? How many Peerless Longevity Pills can the Jiang family possibly produce? Three at most... I fear many Immortal Venerables or even hidden Immortal Emperors will attend... How could I possibly compete with them?"
The other immortals nodded in agreement. Why should they go? Just to make up the numbers?
"It’s simple. I never said there was only this one type of pill. This longevity pill is just the grand finale. My Jiang Zhe has already gained enlightenment into the Dao of Life, Death, Yin, and Yang. He uses heaven and earth as his furnace and all living things as immortal materials to refine Taboo Immortal Pills. There are many varieties... some Taboo Immortal Pills can grant ten years or a hundred years of life without any diminishing returns..."
"You can bid for those lower-grade pills when the time comes. Of course... remember to bring enough money. What our Jiang family is auctioning this time... is life itself!"
With that, Jiang Ritian vanished into the distance.
He left behind a crowd of utterly bewildered people.
"Holy crap!!! Something big is happening! Taboo Immortal Pills are appearing in batches!"
"Damn it, regardless of whether this is true or not, I'll sell everything I own to win a longevity pill!"
The group of immortals quickly dispersed, but the news spread through the Nine Heavens like a thunderclap.
......
"Taboo Immortal Pills! Hahaha... This Immortal Venerable must have them!"
Beside a massive coffin, an old man spoke crazily, looking no different from a madman.
"Master, you are already a half-step Immortal Emperor. Although the Jiang family is rising like the sun, we could just steal them..." a youth beside the old man suggested.
However, the old man’s expression suddenly became incredibly stern. He pulled out a coffin lid and swatted his disciple away, sending him crashing into a wall.
"Are you an idiot? Could the Jiang family openly sell such Taboo Immortal Pills without having some serious foundation? Moreover, refining such pills inevitably attracts calamities and foul spirits—things that even Immortal Emperors fear. But currently, no calamity has visited them. Do you think that’s just good luck?"
The old man’s expression was grave.
"I suspect there is more than one Supreme Immortal Emperor standing behind the Jiang family..."
"Master..." The youth scrambled back to his feet, staggering.
"Disciple, my lifespan is running out. That 120,000-year Taboo Immortal Pill must be mine. We have raided countless immortal tombs and gathered countless treasures over the last 200,000 years. It is time to put them to use!"
The old man grinned. He was the very being most hated by the countless immortal sects and clans of the Nine Heavens: the Tomb-Raiding Immortal Venerable!
His title was as blunt as his methods. He had reached the rank of Immortal Venerable through the Dao of Grave Robbing. Yet even with such terrifying power, he still preferred the life of a tomb raider, spending his days wandering underground with his disciple.
"Follow me, disciple. We shall gather the treasures we've buried over the years and prepare to bid for that Taboo Immortal Pill! With that pill... I am confident I can find the Great Dao Origin."
The young man had a bitter look on his face. "If you fuse with the Great Dao Origin, what about me?"
"Isn't that simple? After you die, I'll visit your grave every year to chat with you..."
"Heh, I'm afraid you'll just dig up my coffin for the burial goods!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
