"Alright, I know... Immortal Chef Hua, this is my Immortal Boat Token. With this token, you can freely enter and exit the Immortal Boat World."
Jiang Che tossed out a token.
It was forged from Immortal Jade.
Of course, this Immortal Boat Token could only grant access to the inner heaven and earth world of the Immortal Boat. The area where Jiang Che resided in the Immortal Boat was the Heavenly Palace above the world's dome.
Over a thousand stunning maids and the families of the girls lived in the Heavenly Palace.
The Heavenly Palace was sealed by countless restrictions; even an Immortal Emperor couldn't forcefully break in.
[Young Master Jiang, that Sword Venerable Qinglian has also come to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion today. Would you like me to pull some strings for you?]
Immortal Chef Hua had gotten smart and started sending voice transmissions to Jiang Che.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Was there really such an opportunity?
[Young Master! There is another important matter I wish to tell you.]
Immortal Chef Hua was excited; his courage was growing by the minute.
[Young Master, I wonder if you have heard of the true owner of our Drunken Immortal Pavilion? She is also one of the supreme Immortal Emperors of the Nine Heavens. Although I have never truly seen her face, I can be certain... she is definitely a woman, and a supreme Immortal Emperor who has integrated the origin of the Dao of Food.]
Regarding the owner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he only dared to mutter in his heart and absolutely did not dare to speak it out loud. Once spoken... an existence of that realm would inevitably be able to sense it.
In the unseen world, there existed a massive karmic consequence.
Jiang Che was silent. This old man was truly ruthless, selling out anyone he could.
The atmosphere in the air became slightly weird. Long Qianqiu leaned close to Yu Wan'er's ear, "I bet an Immortal-grade Spirit Stone that Jiang Che is definitely whispering with Immortal Chef Hua."
Yu Wan'er was also speechless. It was completely obvious... It was highly likely that in the near future, they would have yet another sister with an Immortal Venerable cultivation base.
Even a Heavenly Fox Immortal Venerable couldn't drain Jiang Che dry, and this dog of a man was actually still thinking about wild flowers outside?
...
After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Che went alone to the rooftop terrace on the fourth floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion, despite only having five floors, contained a complete starry sky on each floor, harboring a small world inside.
Jiang Che leaned back in a rattan chair, looking up at the sky full of stars. On the wooden table in front of him sat an earthen wine jar. It looked similar to the most ordinary wine jars in the mortal realm, its mouth sealed with yellow mud.
He was fishing!
As for who he was fishing for?
Naturally, it was that Sword Venerable Qinglian. That Sword Venerable Qinglian was also in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion right now... Naturally, it was impossible for her not to come.
Moreover, this time, to hook this Sword Venerable... he had really invested heavily.
[Wangchuan Guest: A peerless famous wine from the ancient Heavenly Court era, brewed by the Heavenly Court's number one Wine Emperor. A flickering lamp casts shadows for three thousand miles; a single drop of Wangchuan reduces all living beings to ashes. Rumor has it that this wine was brewed by extracting a trace of true reincarnation intent from the Wangchuan River of the ancient underworld, combined with Dao herbs...]
[Price: 300 million points]
It was truly a little bird pecking a cow's butt—fucking awesome!
Buying a jar of wine for 300 million points, this price could even buy an Immortal Physique.
Of course, Jiang Che's system had hundreds of immortal wines of this level, and even some with more terrifying prices.
Jiang Che faintly seemed to sense something. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his large hand picked up this jar of Wangchuan Guest.
With a light pat of his palm on the mouth of the jar, it was opened!
Almost instantaneously, a strong aroma of wine overflowed from the jar. A picture of a hundred ghosts walking in the night appeared on the jar's body. White mist darted out like a snake, and a human face that seemed to be crying and laughing emerged. Faintly, a Fengdu Ghost City could be seen rising, and countless fragmented memories flashed by like shooting stars.
Jiang Che calmly poured himself a bowl of wine. The liquid had almost materialized, and the wine's aroma teased his divine sense.
Jiang Che rarely drank and didn't know how to appreciate wine, but without a doubt... this jar of Wangchuan Guest definitely lived up to its price.
After finishing a bowl, Jiang Che didn't feel much, nor could he taste the nuances. He only uttered two words: "Fucking awesome."
Following that were several more bowls, and half the jar was gone in an instant.
But at the same time, the space trembled, "Hey, hey, hey, stop drinking... leave some for me!"
Hearing this voice, Jiang Che's thin lips curled up slightly. This woman had been secretly peeking all along... how could he not know?
He deliberately opened the jar and drank just to lure her out.
"Oh? And who might you be?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow!
A woman in a green dress with a wine gourd tied to her waist walked out hurriedly. She didn't even glance at Jiang Che; her eyes were completely drawn to the wine jar.
Her perfectly flawless face actually revealed the expression of a besotted creep at this moment.
The woman leaned over to the wine jar, her delicate nose sniffing wildly... A look of ecstasy appeared on her face, "Immortal wine! Immortal wine! It truly is a peerless immortal wine!"
"This intent of reincarnation... Could it be the legendary Wangchuan Guest? The third greatest immortal wine of the ancient Heavenly Court!!!"
The woman acted as if she were mad, her expression extremely excited. Suddenly, she noticed a drop of wine that had accidentally fallen on the table. She immediately reached out her finger, wiped it up, and put it into her mouth...
Then, her gaze became even more dazed.
To be honest, seeing the woman in this state... Jiang Che was a bit scared. Would she beat him up if she drank too much?
Young Master Jiang was most afraid of domestic violence.
About fifteen minutes later, the woman snapped out of her dazed state.
"Ahem, you must be Young Master Jiang, right?" Li Qinghuan felt a bit awkward after snapping out of it, but who could blame her when the taste of this immortal wine was so astonishing? She felt like all the immortal brews she had drunk in the past were a complete waste!
In comparison, even a hundred-thousand-year-old Immortal's Intoxication was just plain boiled water.
The most fatal part was... just from that single drop of Wangchuan Guest entering her mouth, she might never be able to drink other immortal wines again.
It was like a man who suddenly spent a night of passion with a peerless beauty, and after that, looking at other women... he probably wouldn't feel anything for them anymore.
"Young Master Jiang! Is this Wangchuan Guest?" No longer caring about awkwardness, Li Qinghuan directly started trying to get close to him, but her eyes weren't on Jiang Che at all; she stared fixedly at the wine jar.
Her eyes held nothing but a craving for alcohol.
"Yes."
"Hiss, can... can I have a taste?" Li Qinghuan swallowed her saliva twice.
"You already tasted it just now," Jiang Che said in a flat tone. What a joke... this jar of wine cost 300 million points. Although he drank half of it himself, the remaining half was still worth over a hundred million.
Why should he let her drink it for free?
"Uh... alright then, can I just smell it?"
"You already smelled it just now."
"..."
Li Qinghuan kept glancing at the wine jar from time to time. Her heart was itching terribly, making her feel like scratching her ears and cheeks in anxiety, wishing she could immediately shove her head into the wine jar.
"Sword Venerable Qinglian, you aren't a fool either. You should understand the meaning behind my actions today, right?"
"This young master never comes back empty-handed when fishing." Jiang Che's tone was calm. Fishing with 300 million points... he refused to believe he'd fail!
But suddenly, Jiang Che felt a wave of dizziness hit his head, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
The wine was kicking in!
He was merely immortal, but that did not mean he couldn't get drunk. If he wanted to avoid getting drunk... he could have bought an item card from the system in advance that granted immunity to negative debuffs, but Jiang Che hadn't bought one...
Just how terrifying was the potency of the Wangchuan Guest's wine?
Jiang Che was nothing more than a minor cultivator in the Nirvana Realm. Before he could even finish speaking, his head dropped directly onto the table, and he slipped into a peaceful slumber.
Sword Venerable Qinglian: ......
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?!
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
