"Palace Master Tian, you are truly interesting."
"When Zhao Zhao became my woman, she gave away the entire Heavenly Court's treasure worth millions of immortal spirit stones and countless precious trump cards as a dowry. What about you?"
"You just want me to pay off your debts, right?"
Jiang Che couldn't quite hold it in anymore.
Di Zhao married him and gave away all the treasures of the Ancient Heavenly Court, including thousands of immortal-level puppets and a hundred thousand great emperor-level puppets, and she herself was a top-tier powerhouse. Meanwhile, Tian Chan directly wanted him to shoulder her debts?
Tian Chan lowered her eyes, silently enduring Jiang Che's humiliation.
Regardless, she had no other choice now.
"However... I'll be this sucker!"
Jiang Che said with interest.
Tian Chan raised her eyes, her thin lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but the words stopped at her lips and she chose to remain silent.
A sucker... This made an incomparable sense of self-loathing rise in her heart. She really hated herself like this.
But on the way to the abyss... she had to adapt. Even more terrifying things were yet to come!
"Young Master Jiang, I will compensate you, just like... just like Junior Sister Yun Ya," Tian Chan endured extreme disgust to say it.
It was like a young starlet just entering the entertainment circle who was targeted by a greasy coal boss... clearly disgusted but forced to comply.
"Hmm~" Jiang Che stroked his chin and nodded, seeming to weigh the options.
"Fine, but as for the price..." Jiang Che slowly extended three fingers!
Seeing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Tian Chan's eyes. "Three pills a day?"
Three top-grade lifespan extension pills a day, she should be able to get dozens in a day... Junior Sister Yun Ya only got one a day.
"No!" Jiang Che shook his head. "One pill every three days."
Tian Chan's fair hands trembled, and she looked at Jiang Che in disbelief. "Wh... what? Why? Young Master Jiang, are you humiliating me?"
"It's simple, you aren't as pretty as Yun Ya!" Jiang Che said shamelessly.
"You—" Tian Chan's entire face instantly flushed red.
She realized Jiang Che's words left her no way out. If she argued with him about her looks, she would inevitably have to belittle Junior Sister Yun Ya to raise her own value. But if she didn't argue... she would be reduced to the cheap price of one pill every three days.
"Young Master Jiang, I... I am the leader of the righteous path, the master of the Dao Palace. This status... is it not worth..."
Tian Chan could only bring out the status of the righteous path's leader that she was so proud of.
But a sense of desolation immediately flooded her heart. Her once proudest status and cultivation had now become a way to please a man?
How ridiculous was that?
"But you still aren't as pretty as Yun Ya!" Jiang Che said seriously. "What can status do? Can it put food on the table? That Sow Immortal Lord from the Demon Spirit Domain also has a prominent status. Do you think I would marry her and take her home just because of her status?"
Sow Immortal Lord, a great oddity in the Nine Heavens. She was originally just an ordinary piglet of the demon race, but later awakened her sentience and stepped onto the path of cultivation. Her immortal journey was as if she had used cheats, cultivating all the way to the Immortal Lord realm. However, her appearance was incredibly ugly. When transformed into a human form, she weighed over five thousand catties, her body full of fat that almost collapsed onto the ground.
Her immortal name was Immortal Lord Fuqu, but people gave her the nickname Sow Immortal Lord.
Yet she was particularly fond of handsome men, and had even publicly expressed her love for Jiang Che on the Nine Heavens Network. But Jiang Che completely ignored her; killing such a person would only dirty his hands.
"You—that's too much!" Tian Chan was furious. Jiang Che actually compared her to that Immortal Lord Fuqu?
"Not to mention... Palace Master Tian, my first impression of you wasn't good. The first time you met me, you were in the guise of a man. Now whenever I see you... I think of your masculine side. That's a huge deduction in points for you."
Tian Chan was almost angered to tears, her Dao heart already shattered into pieces.
She had let go of all her dignity, thinking she wouldn't fear any verbal mockery, but Jiang Che still managed to completely break down her defenses!
"Could... could you raise the price a bit? Is one pill a day doable?" The fragile little Tian Chan tried to bargain.
"Depends on your performance!" Jiang Che yawned, having successfully completed the taming!
Wonderful!
"Come over here and massage my shoulders first." If the massage is comfortable, I'll give you a lifespan extension pill first. The one who spends the money is the boss!
[Beep! The host has scammed Tian Chan, gaining 2 billion points.]
...
Inside the immortal boat.
Di Zhao had returned from exterminating demons, but her mood was still very bad, an inexplicable fire burning in her heart.
But she wouldn't show it.
"Sister Di Zhao!" Qin Qiaoqiao was extremely bold, directly leaning over with a playful smile.
Di Zhao glanced sideways at her, no emotion visible in her eyes. "What is it?"
Qin Qiaoqiao's boldness made Yu Wan'er and the others widen their eyes. This woman was the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, with a look that said strangers should keep away. It was obvious at a glance that she was very difficult to deal with. Qin Qiaoqiao actually dared to approach her on her own initiative?
"Sister Qiaoqiao is awesome!"
"Hehe, Sister Di Zhao, why do you look a bit unhappy? Does the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor also have worries?" Qin Qiaoqiao proactively grabbed Di Zhao's sleeve, but Di Zhao instinctively dodged it.
Although she called Jiang Che her husband with every breath, she was actually still wary of everything here.
After all, a million years had passed... Everyone she knew, everything she knew, had all been annihilated in the long river of history. The Ancient Heavenly Court no longer existed, and her royal father and mother, as well as many seniors of the Heavenly Court, had all disappeared. How could she not feel lost?
However, Qin Qiaoqiao was a social butterfly. She directly and forcefully grabbed Di Zhao's hand, holding it tightly with both hands, while giving a look to Yu Wan'er and the others.
The girls appeared one after another.
"Sister Di Zhao, from now on we are all your friends, and maybe we can even become family!" Qin Qiaoqiao held onto Di Zhao and introduced everyone to her one by one.
"This is Sister Wan'er, this is Sister Yaoyao. We all have very gentle personalities and never get jealous!"
"Right, right, right, we never get jealous." Yu Wan'er said almost through gritted teeth, having already cursed Jiang Che mercilessly in her heart.
"Oh right! I heard that Sister Di Zhao, you are a powerful Immortal Venerable who comprehends the Dao of Destiny! Sister Feifei is pregnant with a baby... Can you take a look and guess the baby's gender?"
"A baby? Husband... already has offspring?" Di Zhao's pupils shrank slightly, looking incredulous.
Although she controlled the Great Dao of Destiny, she could not see through Jiang Che's fate. The fate of ordinary immortals was like a small stream, while Jiang Che's was a vast ocean, full of uncertainty.
Even the people around him were filled with the unknown.
"Of course he does! It's just that the little baby hasn't been born yet. Come... let's take you to see."
Just like that, Di Zhao was dragged away by the girls!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.

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.”