Jiang Chen's words were sonorous, each one imbued with a deep sense of national righteousness. The labels he attached left Xie Sandao's mind buzzing. In the past, when bullying villagers, people would at most curse him behind his back.
But Jiang Chen's few words elevated the matter to the entire Human Race, directly pushing Xie Sandao to the opposite side of humanity. The onlookers were also stirred by Jiang Chen's words. They too had relatives who had rushed to the front lines and died on the battlefield.
In this chaotic era of monsters and demons, almost every household in the Human Race hung white mourning streamers, and nine out of ten homes were empty. Thinking of their relatives bleeding on the front lines, while a villain stabbed them in the back, their long-standing resentment towards Xie Sandao intensified into extreme indignation. They implicitly sided with Jiang Chen.
"That's right! You're just a ruffian. How could Brother Jiang Lie owe you money?
This is clearly an attempt to bully the family of a martyr!" "Seeing that Jiang Lie is dead, you come to bully his old father and foolish son. This kind of behavior is worse than that of pigs and dogs!
Heaven and Earth disdain it!" "Utterly shameless! Why didn't you dare to come when Young Master Jiang Feng was here?
You're clearly picking on the weak and fearing the strong. This sort of dog-hearted scoundrel is a disgrace to the Human Race!" The officers exchanged glances.
They had accepted benefits from Jiang Feng, but they hadn't anticipated this situation when they came. Seeing the surrounding crowd's rising anger, if mishandled, it would incite public outrage, which was a major offense. "This is your private dispute; we can't interfere.
We're leaving." Before leaving, they winked at Xie Sandao. After all, if things escalated to the Yamen, it might implicate the Jiang family father and son behind him, with unforeseen consequences.
Xie Sandao immediately understood. Despite being seriously injured, he forcibly circulated his true essence, unleashing the power of a fifth-stage Qi Condensation cultivator. He shot away like lightning, instantly snatching the IOU.
He tore it into pieces in a few strokes. His eyes were ferocious, and due to his severe injuries, blood even trickled from the corners of his mouth. He stuffed the fragments into his mouth, swallowing them mixed with blood.
He laughed heartily, his expression exceedingly smug, almost defiant. "Haha, Jiang Chen, so what if the IOU was fake? Now that I've torn it up, you have no proof.
You can't even complain to the Yamen, let alone God!" Jiang Chen remained unhurried. Watching Xie Sandao's actions, he smiled gently.
"See? You're not only incompetent but also too stupid. My father actually knows how to read.
If you refused to admit it, I couldn't do anything. But by tricking you, you exposed yourself. With your IQ, I'll grant you the title of the biggest fool in Tianwu City."
Xie Sandao's smug expression froze instantly, then contorted as if he had eaten feces. If he had been fooled by others, it would be one thing. Everyone knew Jiang Chen was foolish since childhood.
To be toyed with like this by someone considered a fool, on the grounds of intelligence, was unbearable. Jiang Feng, who was hailed as the Jiang family's genius, stood there like a wooden post, silent. He even began to doubt, given Jiang Chen's martial prowess and intelligence, who was truly the Jiang family's genius.
The surrounding neighbors, witnessing Xie Sandao's humiliation, burst into laughter. Nángōng Wǎn'ér's bright eyes sparkled. A perfectly executed scheme had been so easily foiled by him.
She hadn't expected this boy to be quite so clever. She had already been preparing to flee, but this man… he was indeed rather interesting.
Unbeknownst to her, a smile had begun to form on her lips. The gazes of the crowd towards Jiang Chen also shifted. Jiang Chen was no longer the perpetually bullied good-for-nothing.
Although he hadn't reached the Qi Condensation realm, his combat strength was already considered among the best of his peers. Furthermore, he had displayed a cunning that couldn't be ignored. Perhaps the Jiang family was about to witness the rise of a second genius.
Some young girls looked at Jiang Chen with a hint of infatuation. They had never truly seen Jiang Chen before, always treating him as a foolish waste. But today, Jiang Chen had undergone a seismic shift in their perception.
Upon closer inspection, his features were handsome and refined, perhaps even surpassing Jiang Feng in appearance alone. At this moment, he looked at Nángōng Wǎn'ér with a trace of jealousy. Sū Wēi bit her cherry lips until they almost bled.
He was clearly dull-witted and utterly devoid of talent; how had he accomplished all this? First, he had effortlessly defeated Xie Sandao, a fifth-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, then toyed with Jiang Feng and Xie Sandao. He was clearly a failure, so how did he suddenly…
Was it all a disguise from the past? Was he actually an unparalleled genius? Sū Wēi's heart turned cold, and she even harbored a flicker of regret that she shouldn't have.
No, I am Sū Wēi. How could Jiang Chen be worthy of me? Only a prodigy from a great sect could be worthy of me, a heavenly talent like myself.
Chapter 11: Wedding Night Xie Sandao and his companions left in disarray, like beaten dogs. Jiang Chen watched their retreating figures, a sharp killing intent flashing in the depths of his eyes! Such villains, if encountered outside the city, he would surely eradicate them completely.
But within Tianwu City, he could only wait for another opportunity. In the Jiang family hall, Jiang Changling kicked the bruised and swollen Xie Sandao. "Useless!
A bunch of useless trash! So many of you couldn't even deal with Jiang Chen!" "What good are you to me!"
"Family Head Jiang, it was due to Young Master Jiang Feng's miscommunication. Please… please give me another chance.
I promise I won't disappoint you…" Xie Sandao begged repeatedly. Jiang Feng's eyes were somber.
"Father, I underestimated that fool. No, I underestimated Jiang Chen. We've all been deceived by him all these years.
I suspect he's not only not foolish but also very intelligent. This time, I'll go all out and won't give him any chance to escape!" Jiang Changling's face was like a placid lake.
"The Nine Sects Grand Competition is approaching. This spot was hard-earned for you. This incident cannot delay it.
Although Young Master Lin Han acted as a go-between, without true skill, you're unlikely to be accepted by the Nine Sects. As long as you can become an inner disciple of any sect in the Nine Sects of the Eastern Desolation, the wealth you acquire in the future will be ten or even a hundred times that of our Jiang family." Jiang Feng seemed somewhat dejected.
"Father, with my cultivation at Qi Condensation Stage Eight, how can I possibly be recruited by the Nine Sects? Our Jiang family's assets are more important." Jiang Changling also sighed.
In a remote border city like Tianwu City, Jiang Feng might be considered a prodigy among the younger generation. However, compared to the disciples of aristocratic families, he was worlds apart in both talent and martial skills. "These days, you should focus on your cultivation.
Aim to reach Qi Condensation Stage Ten before the Nine Sects Grand Competition. This Third-tier Martial Skill was acquired by spending half our family's savings. Study it well.
Only by entering a sect can we possibly take another step forward. As for Jiang Chen, I will handle it personally." As night fell, the room was dimly lit by the candle.
With a creak, Jiang Hai entered the guest room, holding a cup of hot tea. "Chen'er, it's getting late. Go rest.
Don't keep the bride waiting." After today's wedding, Jiang Hai had a new impression of his newly wedded granddaughter-in-law. Although her background was humble, her etiquette and appearance were top-notch.
She was quite a match for Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen felt a bit uneasy for some reason. In his previous life, facing several Immortal Kings, he hadn't been this nervous.
"Grandfather, the truth is, I married her to stay in Tianwu City. We don't have any emotional foundation." "Grandson, I've been through it.
Feelings need to be cultivated. Your grandmother and I got married after meeting just once. We later slept together every day, and our feelings grew."
"It might not be good. I told her that she can leave the Jiang Family anytime once I break through to the Qi Condensation realm." "Well, today is your wedding night.
Come, Chen'er, drink this cup of tea, go in, and have a good chat with the lady." Jiang Chen nodded, picked up the teacup, and drank it down in one go. He then walked towards the bedroom.
Behind him, Jiang Hai wore a cunning smile of success. Grandson, it's up to you to continue the lineage of our old Jiang family! The night deepened, and the red candles flickered.
In the bedroom, Nángōng Wǎn'ér was extremely nervous. She picked up the water and drank cup after cup. However, perhaps due to nervousness, she became thirstier the more she drank.
She married Jiang Chen out of necessity. At present, her injuries had not healed, she couldn't utilize her internal energy, and she even coughed up blood several times a day. If Jiang Chen were to force himself upon her, she would forcefully activate her energy to kill Jiang Chen!
As her thoughts raced chaotically, she saw Jiang Chen push open the door. Nángōng Wǎn'ér clutched her delicate hands. Jiang Chen looked at Nángōng Wǎn'ér's flustered appearance and naturally understood her worries.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." Huh? Nángōng Wǎn'ér's anger surged.
She had already considered countless possibilities, never expecting Jiang Chen to say such a thing. As a proud scion of the Succubus race, even in disguise, the alluring aura she exuded was irresistible to most men. Could it be that Lin Xiyue?
If it were anyone else, Nángōng Wǎn'ér wouldn't bother comparing. But to be compared to her mortal enemy? How could she be willing to be outdone by Lin Xiyue?
"Could it be, Young Master, that you have someone else in your heart?" A fleeting vision flashed in Jiang Chen's mind. Although they had only met once, for some reason, he felt a different kind of connection to that woman.
However, he didn't even know her name, and perhaps they would never meet again. "Not exactly." Nángōng Wǎn'ér asked seemingly casually, "Is that friend good-looking?"
"She's alright." Jiang Chen recalled that woman could be described as stunningly beautiful. "Compared to me?"
"More beautiful than you." Jiang Chen told the truth. A sharp glint flashed in Nángōng Wǎn'ér's eyes.
If she still needed to hide within the Jiang family, Jiang Chen would have already lost his head. However, she couldn't blame Jiang Chen. She had altered her appearance.
Although this current appearance was outstanding, how could it compare to her previous one? Jiang Chen's words seemed to ignite a competitive spirit within Nángōng Wǎn'ér. She leaned forward slightly, accentuating her graceful curves, making her even more alluring.
Even in her wedding dress, it was difficult to conceal her proud figure. "Really?" she whispered, her voice like a gentle breeze, her beautiful eyes glistening as if about to shed tears.
Jiang Chen pondered for a moment. "Really, much more beautiful than you." Nángōng Wǎn'ér's eyes were filled with intense killing intent.
She took a deep breath. The competitiveness of a woman fueled her rage. It was one thing to be inferior to Lin Xiyue in strength, but to be inferior to Lin Xiyue in charm, even as a Succubus?
She wondered what sorcery that celestial maiden from the Taixuan Sword Sect had used that night! Jiang Chen looked at Nángōng Wǎn'ér, who was sitting by the bed. Although this woman's beauty didn't rival that of the celestial maiden, the aura she exuded was incredibly captivating.
For some reason, a heat rose in Jiang Chen's lower abdomen. Almost instinctively, he sat down beside Nángōng Wǎn'ér. Ordinarily, Nángōng Wǎn'ér would have pushed Jiang Chen aside long ago, but for some reason, the aura emanating from Jiang Chen made her feel somewhat entranced.
In the courtyard, Jiang Hai sighed. His lineage had always been sparse. Now, only he and his grandson were left to rely on each other.
If Jiang Chen and his wife could have a child, it would certainly fulfill one of his deepest wishes. The physician Zhang said this medicinal tea could stimulate male and female desires and was a rare medicinal treasure. He believed that after tonight, Jiang Chen would be able to propagate their lineage for the Jiang family.
Nángōng Wǎn'ér felt Jiang Chen getting closer and closer to her. Her breathing became increasingly rapid. "You…
didn't you say you weren't interested in me?" Jiang Chen was also questioning himself. Why was his self-control so poor?
Since his transmigration, he had only been devoted to martial arts and had never had much interest in women. Why was he so unable to control himself today? "I, I don't know.
Perhaps I should go out and splash some water on my face." Succubi, by nature, had difficulty controlling their desires. Nángōng Wǎn'ér's eyes were hazy as she suddenly pulled Jiang Chen back, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid.
She suddenly thought of a possibility. No wonder the tea made her thirstier and thirstier. She was always the one who enchanted others; she never expected to fall victim to it today.
Killing intent resurfaced as demonic power surged. Jiang Chen was finally overcome by the medicinal effects and pulled Nángōng Wǎn'ér into his embrace. Faint golden light appeared in Jiang Chen's meridians.
This! Nángōng Wǎn'ér's body stiffened, and her limbs felt weak and powerless. The demonic power she had activated slowly dissipated, and she no longer resisted…
Her whole body trembled slightly, her demonic blood seemingly boiling. Under the dim candlelight, Jiang Chen looked at her raven-black hair, which cascaded down her fragrant shoulders. Jiang Chen roughly tore off her undergarment, revealing her alluring body that drove all beings to madness.
It was then that Jiang Chen truly felt the suppressed exquisite allure beneath her clothes. Her skin was as lustrous as jade, her full breasts outlined a captivating curve, and her slender waist seemed to be easily held in one hand. Those dreamy eyes were veiled in a hazy mist, emanating an otherworldly, ultimate enchantment.
Jiang Chen could no longer resist. Gazing at her cherry-like lips, he kissed her fiercely. Nángōng Wǎn'ér's eyes widened instantly, and she let out a soft moan, feeling as if she were being roasted by a furnace, immersed in boundless lust.
As the Saintess of the Nine Tribulation Demonic Sect, countless young talents in the demonic realm had pursued her. She never expected to lose her chastity to a human youth. She wanted to resist but felt an indescribable joy.
Was this fate? "Gently…" These were her last words before succumbing to the flames of desire.
In the next instant, her delicate face, like dew, became as radiant as a burning fire. A soft hum from her throat was enchantingly melodious and captivating. Her smooth skin was flushed pink like rouge, exuding a charm that blended freshness and maturity.
"Ah…" The beauty in his arms sobbed softly, her panting breaths like orchids and musk filling Jiang Chen's face. Her captivating eyes were even more soul-stirring, and her fiery body went limp like mud, as if she wished to meld into Jiang Chen's body and never be separated.
Chapter 12: Tabletop Turmoil In the Eastern Desolation, at the Taixuan Sword Sect, the bright moon hung high in the sky. A celestial maiden, as beautiful as if from the Moon Palace, wore a long white dress that barely concealed her undulating figure. Her hair, as black as a waterfall, fluttered in the gentle breeze.
This fairy, who cultivated the Moonlight Sword Canon, had a hint of enchantment in her usually cold and pure eyes. After returning to the Taixuan Sword Sect, Lin Xiyue's mind was often filled with the seductive scenes of that day. She wondered how that man was doing now.
As a celestial maiden transcending the mortal world, she had never thought she would yield to such a man, whose name she didn't even know. Perhaps they would never meet again. Yet, for some reason, a sense of melancholy arose in her heart.
A disciple in the distance looked on with a hint of surprise. Lin Xiyue was the foremost heavenly prodigy of the Eastern Desolation, her status incredibly noble. Could even such an existence have worries…
The dawn broke, and Nángōng Wǎn'ér slowly opened her beautiful eyes. Jiang Chen was still fast asleep. His body was exceptionally smooth, with no trace of golden runes.
Had she seen incorrectly? It was understandable; how could the supreme inheritance of the demonic realm exist in this land of Nine Provinces? As Nángōng Wǎn'ér moved slightly, she felt discomfort in her lower body.
Recalling all that had happened last night, besides shame, there was more anger! This little scoundrel had drugged her. Then don't blame me for being ruthless.
She circulated her demonic power and was about to strike Jiang Chen down with a palm. *Pfft!* A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Jiang Chen, startled awake from his sleep, saw Nángōng Wǎn'ér beside him inexplicably spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What's wrong? Are you okay!" Jiang Chen quickly supported her, gently patting her back with his right hand.
"Cough, cough, cough!" She had only mobilized her demonic power slightly, but a sharp pain shot through her. It took a while for her to gradually recover.
It seemed she couldn't kill this little scoundrel for now. Nángōng Wǎn'ér looked coldly at Jiang Chen. "I didn't expect you to use such despicable means."
Jiang Chen vaguely understood that this must have been Grandpa Jiang Hai's doing, as it had always been his wish for Jiang Chen to continue the Jiang family's lineage. Seeing Nángōng Wǎn'ér's murderous intent, he felt a little indignant. "Last night, weren't you quite cooperative?"
Indeed, although they had no feelings for each other, they were both in a state of confusion, and instinctive reactions and impulses were still present. In the heat of the moment, it was inevitable to have moments of being unable to control oneself; recalling it now made one blush. "You!"
Cough, cough, cough! Recalling the events of last night, Nángōng Wǎn'ér became even more enraged. Driven by anger, she coughed several more times.
"What's done is done. Since we are already married, this sort of thing happening is normal." After all, she had consummated their marriage.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but say more. He poured Nángōng Wǎn'ér a cup of hot water. After drinking it, the pain in her chest and abdomen slightly eased.
Watching Jiang Chen leave, Nángōng Wǎn'ér's killing intent was sharp. She, the dignified Saintess of the Nine Tribulation Demonic Sect, had suffered such a great loss. She had made up her mind: as soon as her injuries slightly improved, she would take the lives of Jiang Chen and his entire family.
This matter would remain an eternal secret! *Creak~* Jiang Chen pushed the door open and happened to see Nángōng Wǎn'ér dressing. "No need to cover up; we've already seen each other.
I've brought hot water; wash up. There's food in the kitchen; serve yourself later." Nángōng Wǎn'ér looked coldly at Jiang Chen, but she no longer concealed herself.
After all, what was the point of a dying person seeing her? Jiang Chen saw the crimson spots on the bedsheet and understood why Nángōng Wǎn'ér was so angry. "What's done is done.
I advise you to accept your fate. Isn't marrying me better than begging outside?