"Young Master Jiang... I am the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and this is my token."
Li Qinghuan took out a token.
"How about we put this on the Heavenly Dao Palace's tab for now?" the woman asked in a low voice.
According to her usual personality, she would just run away after stealing someone else's immortal wine. As Sword Venerable Qinglian, she had never paid for her drinks, but she didn't dare to default on Jiang Che's wine bill.
"Heavenly Dao Palace?" Jiang Che seemed to have heard some kind of joke.
"How interesting. When your Heavenly Dao Palace does business with me... it's always thousands of immortal spirit stones at a minimum. Right now, the Heavenly Dao Palace still owes me hundreds of immortal spirit stones."
"Who knows, maybe your Heavenly Dao Palace's entire fortune will be emptied by me in the future. I don't care... I don't accept IOUs!"
Jiang Che crossed his arms, his face arrogant. He was now the creditor of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and even that Tian Chan had to look at his face now.
The ancestor of the Jiang family had even sent him a message, saying that the Young Palace Master of the Heavenly Dao Palace was coming to talk to him.
This obviously meant that the guy couldn't sit still anymore.
"Uh..." Li Qinghuan scratched her head. It was actually true!
The Heavenly Dao Palace was currently struggling to protect itself, let alone pay her bills. The value of this jar of Wangchuan Guest wine would probably not be less than a hundred immortal spirit stones!
But soon, she thought of a solution!!!
She had been sold out by her old friend Immortal Chef Hua, so why couldn't she follow suit... and sell out little Tian Chan???
I am such a genius!!!
Li Qinghuan instantly revealed a smile, "Young Master Jiang, please calm down first. I know that drinking your immortal brew makes you very angry, but I have a piece of news here that is enough to shake the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms. I wonder if you want to hear it?"
Jiang Che: "..."
Alright then, this is human nature, so damn ugly, selling each other out, huh?
Plastic friendship!
"Oh? What news that shakes the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms? You wouldn't be trying to tell me... that your Young Palace Master is actually a woman, right?" Jiang Che said half-jokingly.
Li Qinghuan: "..."
She was stunned. How did this guy guess so accurately?!!!
Seeing this, Jiang Che deliberately acted surprised, "No way? Did I guess right? The Young Palace Master of your Heavenly Dao Palace is really a woman?"
Li Qinghuan pondered for a moment, then nodded, "This is a top-secret matter of our Heavenly Dao Palace, please do not spread it."
Jiang Che: "..."
Originally, there were less than ten people in the Nine Heavens who knew the news that Tian Chan was a woman, but after it reached Young Master Jiang's ears... now all his girls knew about it.
"She is a girl I watched grow up since childhood. She has a resolute character and upholds the righteous path. She is very silly and naive. With your means, it should be very easy to abduct her... She has merged with the origin of the righteous path, and will become your right-hand woman in the future..."
However, before Li Qinghuan could finish speaking, Jiang Che burst into laughter.
"Alright, you don't really think that this one piece of news alone can offset the value of the immortal brew Wangchuan Guest, do you?"
"I already know about Tian Chan's matter!" Jiang Che waved his hand.
"This—" Li Qinghuan's eyes widened. This Jiang Che actually knew even this kind of secret of the Heavenly Dao Palace?
Too terrifying!!!
No, he was backed by a supreme Immortal Emperor, that Taiqing Sword Immortal... a supreme Sword Emperor whose sword Dao surpassed hers!
It made sense that he knew about Tian Chan.
Thinking about it, she started to feel a little creeped out.
She seemed to understand why Jiang Che sold the life-extending immortal pill to the Heavenly Dao Palace at a high price. His purpose might not just be to extort money, but also to target Tian Chan!
"Young Master Jiang! To tell you the truth, I have been poor my whole life, and I don't even have a single top-grade spirit stone in my pocket..." Li Qinghuan spoke helplessly.
"Poor?" Jiang Che looked Li Qinghuan up and down, "Heh... I don't think you are poor at all."
Li Qinghuan: "..."
She was a Sword Venerable, the pinnacle that all sword cultivators in the entire Nine Heavens dreamed of. Normally, a petty Nirvana stage cultivator like this wouldn't even have the right to look up to her, but Jiang Che actually dared to speak insolently and tease her?
Li Qinghuan stood stiffly in front of Jiang Che, her brows furrowed as if thinking about something.
Eventually, her brows relaxed, "Young Master Jiang, do you still have any more of this Wangchuan Guest?"
"Gone!" Jiang Che said cleanly and neatly.
"Oh~~~" Li Qinghuan's expression looked a bit disappointed. She thought that by staying by Jiang Che's side she could continue to taste the immortal wine. This way, even if she sold herself, it wouldn't be a huge loss.
"Wangchuan Guest is a peerless immortal wine. To be able to taste it once is already..."
While Li Qinghuan was consoling herself, she saw Jiang Che take out another wine jar from his system space!
This wine jar was completely different from Wangchuan Guest. It was pitch black all over, looking like an alchemy furnace. The jar, made of immortal iron, was carved with countless vengeful spirits and ghosts. Even through the jar, one could feel an evil, sinister aura permeating the air.
"Wangchuan Guest is temporarily out of stock, but I have several jars of this in my wine cellar," Jiang Che grinned, his smile revealing a hint of slyness.
Temporarily out of stock, wine cellar, several jars...
"This... this is... this is!!!" Li Qinghuan's expression was incredibly excited, hesitating to speak. "What kind of fine wine is this? I have never seen it before!"
With the vision of an Immortal Venerable, even if she had never seen this kind of immortal brew, she could be sure that... it was definitely not inferior to the Wangchuan Guest from just now.
Moreover, he mentioned a wine cellar? Didn't this mean that Jiang Che still had many jars of this fine wine in his hands!!!
"Ghost Market Elixir! The origin of this wine is too ancient... you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Coincidentally, I actually obtained the other half of the ancient Heavenly Court's legacy, which contains a complete wine cellar from the ancient Heavenly Court era, storing tens of thousands of immortal brews..."
"Is this true?!!!!"
Hearing this, Li Qinghuan could no longer remain calm. She was already unable to carefully discern whether Jiang Che was lying. Alcoholics and gamblers share a similar psychological state.
"Husband! From now on, you are my husband."
Li Qinghuan had absolutely no shame and directly started calling him husband.
It even made Jiang Che laugh. Her calling him husband held no affection at all; it was entirely driven by her thirst for alcohol!
"Be that as it may, my immortal wine is extremely expensive. Every jar drank is one jar less."
"Husband... how about I perform a sword dance for you? Or compose poems and couplets?"
Sword dancing and composing poetry were both her strong suits. She had no choice... for the sake of immortal wine, this Immortal Venerable could only personally perform.
Ever since drinking an immortal brew of the Wangchuan Guest's caliber, other immortal wines were hard to swallow, tasting like mere dregs!
Jiang Che chuckled softly. Sword Venerable Qinglian had been teased enough; it was time to put the prop away!
Saying so, he stored the immortal wine 'Ghost Market Elixir' back into his system space. The value of this jar of immortal wine was even higher than Wangchuan Guest, costing a full four hundred million points. Legend had it that after drinking it, one could dream of entering the Fengdu Ghost City, as it was brewed from countless vengeful spirits of the Hell Ghost King level.
Of course, once he truly won over Li Qinghuan in the future, he wouldn't be feeding her empty promises anymore.
Want to drink immortal wine? Do it yourse... oh wait, earn it yourself!
She could suffer and grind for the points herself. After all, Immortal Venerable-level cultivators easily cost hundreds of millions or even billions of points!
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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.
