Chapter Three: Jiang Cheng Unleashes His Full Momentum, Establishing the Imperial Clan in Ten Years

Just three simple words, yet they thundered loudly in everyone’s ears.

The revered Holy Maiden of the Nine Great Sanctuaries, a peerless prodigy of the current age, was willing to lower herself and marry a humble young master from a minor noble family?!

It was nothing short of a fairy tale.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang remained silent throughout. Yet in this brief moment, the entire situation had undergone a seismic shift, as if in a dream—unreal and surreal.

Their son was about to wed the Holy Maiden of the Linglong Sanctuary?

Mrs. Jiang touched her face, then glanced at her husband, jabbing her finger sharply into his arm.

“Ouch! Madam, what’s the meaning of this?” the man exclaimed in pain.

Mrs. Jiang murmured softly, “It hurts! Seems this isn’t a dream.”

The man was left both amused and bewildered.

Nearby, Su Ningshuang’s pupils trembled, a sudden wave of melancholy and oppression flooding her heart.

Hearing her aunt was to be married felt like her heart had been squeezed, as if something precious was slipping away.

But soon, that sense of loss was replaced by anxiety and anger.

“Aunt, are you really going to marry him?” Her voice was sharp, laden with unwillingness and fury.

“Jiang Cheng is nothing but a scoundrel, a shameless liar!”

“How can you marry him?!”

“Besides, he must be doing this just to spite me, using such a despicable trick to deceive you!”

“Those treasures of his—who knows if he tricked someone to get them? Be careful not to bring disaster upon yourself!”

Her anger flared with every word, her face a mask of fury. Having grown up with Jiang Cheng for over twenty years, childhood sweethearts, she knew his love for her deeply. Such feelings could never be false.

She simply refused to believe that in just a few days he could have changed his affections.

To her, Jiang Cheng was only trying to defend his dignity by professing to her aunt, hoping to stir her feelings and win her heart back.

Though she claimed to be defending her aunt’s honor, deep down Su Ningshuang was driven by selfishness and resentment.

“If those countless rare treasures could be hers, she wouldn’t just be a disciple of the Sanctuary—she’d easily become the Holy Maiden!” She clenched her fists tightly, jealousy blazing in her eyes.

“Jiang Cheng, I have to admit, you’ve succeeded.”

“You like me, don’t you?”

“All this is just to make me change my mind and marry you, isn’t it?”

“Fine, I agree.” Taking a deep breath as if making a grave decision, she appeared ready to sacrifice everything for this cause.

Yet, the greed and disgust in her eyes remained undiminished.

“Tsk tsk…” Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue, looking at her with disdain, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Su Ningshuang, you really are full of yourself.”

“Why don’t you look in a mirror?”

“No figure, no looks—where does your confidence come from?”

“True, I once liked you. But that doesn’t mean I still do.”

“Don’t think I don’t know your game. Cut the act. It’s disgusting!”

Jiang Cheng waved his hand impatiently, his gaze icy, as if looking at something revolting.

His blunt words enraged Su Ningshuang, shattering her composure completely.

“Jiang Cheng, how dare you insult me?!” she trembled with fury.

“I warn you, my aunt is the Holy Maiden of Linglong Sanctuary. If you dare marry her, prepare to face the wrath of the Sanctuary! The Jiang family is nothing—a single disciple from Linglong could wipe you out.”

“And the Su family will never approve of my aunt marrying you!” she threatened fiercely.

Before Jiang Cheng could reply, Su Ruoxi stepped forward. Her expression remained calm and composed as always, her eyes deep and unreadable.

“My marriage is my own decision. No one else has the right to interfere,” she said coldly, her voice like frost enveloping all around. “Not even Linglong Sanctuary, much less the Su family.”

She and Jiang Cheng had met only once — there was neither love nor affection, just a strange inexplicable fondness.

Undeniably, she had her own motives for marrying Jiang Cheng.

But this did not stop her from admiring him.

Since she had agreed to marry him, he was her future husband.

She was no hypocrite; if Jiang Cheng truly could help her, she would repay him without reservation.

When she succeeded, she would soar through the heavens with him.

Su Ningshuang was stunned.

She had never seen her aunt defend anyone, especially an outsider!

Her aunt had always been the Su family’s greatest support.

Now, she was about to marry a man she despised.

The most baffling part was this man’s astonishing transformation.

Such formidable cultivation!

Such rare treasures!

One after another, shaking the very foundation of her understanding.

She had thought Jiang Cheng was only trying to spite her.

But now it seemed he was serious.

Her heart was in turmoil, unwilling to accept it.

“Jiang Cheng, aren’t you afraid the Sanctuary will retaliate?” she tried once more to make him relent. “Linglong Sanctuary’s rules are strict—the Holy Sons and Maidens are candidates for the Sect Leader. Especially the Holy Maiden, who is forbidden to marry outsiders; her spouse must be chosen and bestowed by the elders. Your actions will only bring ruin upon the Jiang family!”

“Hmph!” Jiang Cheng sneered disdainfully. “Su Ningshuang, as I said, since I dare to marry her, I’m not afraid.”

“The Sanctuary? Even if the Supreme Sage himself came, I’d make sure he never leaves!”

“In less than ten years, the Jiang family will be an immortal lineage, even an undying imperial clan. Sanctuary? What’s there to fear!”

Boom!

As he spoke, a majestic and overwhelming aura erupted from him.

The radiant might of the heavens, golden light vast and resplendent, the scorching power of the sun manifesting as a mighty nine-clawed golden dragon coiling around him.

He stood with hands behind his back, exuding a towering, immortal presence that seemed to dominate the heavens.

Golden flames scorched the world, godlike in their splendor.

Everyone present was deeply shaken.

Looking up at this figure, an irresistible urge to submit arose from their hearts, even the desire to kneel in worship.

Impossible!

Could the Profound Pattern Realm be this powerful?!

Su Ningshuang’s pupils contracted, a mixture of shock and fear.

Such pressure—even her aunt had never exhibited this.

In such a short time, what had happened to this man scorned as a waste?

Why such a tremendous change?

Fear, regret, and unwillingness swirled within her.

Nearby, Su Ruoxi was also stirred by Jiang Cheng’s resolve.

This young man’s ambition was indeed immense!

An undying imperial clan.

The empire she had founded had taken thousands of years.

Across this vast world, many imperial clans and dynasties existed, but hers was unprecedented in its rapid rise.

Those ancient races had taken tens of thousands, even millions of years.

Ten years?

Unthinkable.

Yet somehow, she had a strange premonition that this youth might succeed!

For a moment, she too began to look forward with anticipation.

Jiang Cheng retracted his aura, looking down at Su Ningshuang with a lofty gaze.

“I’ll tell you again, I’m not just marrying your aunt.”

“I’m going to settle everything today.”

“Qing’er, notify everyone to prepare—the young master is getting married today.”