"Haha! Am I stingy?" Jiang Wang's voice was cold and indifferent, yet every word cut like a blade. "All these years, you've had the best food, the finest clothes, and everything else! The immortal palace you live in? That was all given to you by me!"
Li Qingxuan's face flushed red with anger and embarrassment.
"I only asked you to give up a portion of your cultivation resources to exchange for the Dao Liquid, yet you refuse! You want to have everything!" Jiang Wang's eyes darkened. "If you want to act like a saint, why do you insist on being a w**re?"
With a merciless sweep, he tore away the last illusions of her composure. Watching her face turn increasingly pale, he said coldly, "July!"
In an instant, a figure appeared behind him. Qiyue knelt gracefully on one knee. "Please give your orders, Son of God!"
Jiang Wang's gaze was steady. "I recall there's a pool of Dao Liquid in the treasure house. You have my token. Take it and use it."
Qi Yue's expression flickered in panic. "Son of God… Dao Liquid is a natural treasure. It is far too precious. I can't afford to take it!"
"Why can't you afford it?" His tone remained calm, but it carried an unyielding weight. "You are a supreme being, and you protect me at all times. With your status, your contributions, and your position within the Jiang family, you can afford not just one pool of Dao Liquid—but two!"
"Son of God, it is my duty to protect you! If Aunt Chu hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago!" Qiyue remained on her knees, hesitant to rise.
"My mother is my mother, I am who I am, and the Dao Liquid is the reward I give you!" Jiang Wang's words were decisive. With that, Qiyue finally rose, knowing that the Son of God's judgment was absolute. She could not refuse.
"Thank you, Son of God," she said humbly, bowing in gratitude.
Li Qingxuan, observing this, finally realized why Jiang Wang had changed so much in recent times. Qiyue's provocation had indeed played a part. Once, Jiang Wang had been cold and indifferent to Qiyue, yet now he rewarded her with treasures that were once beyond her reach. Her face twisted with envy and fury.
"Shameless b**ch! You're just a tool to protect your master! How dare you covet his things!" Li Qingxuan spat, pointing at Qiyue.
Qi Yue clenched her fists, fury simmering beneath her calm exterior. As a supreme being, she could have crushed Li Qingxuan effortlessly. Killing her would have been as easy as snapping an ant. Yet she said nothing. She knew that any resistance would provoke the Son of God's wrath, and she would be expelled. Staying by Jiang Wang's side was the only chance to see Aunt Chu again.
Li Qingxuan, misreading her silence for submission, became even bolder. She inhaled deeply, ready to unleash her pent-up grievances—when suddenly, Jiang Wang's hand shot out. A sharp slap landed across her delicate face!
She flew backward, colliding violently with a massive rock. She spun twice in the air before hitting the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and dust coating her clothes.
"Qi Yue is my protector," Jiang Wang said calmly as he stepped forward. "Insulting her is equivalent to disrespecting me. Let this slap remind you of your place."
Qiyue's eyes immediately reddened, understanding fully that the Son of God's anger was directed not at her, but as a reflection of his own fury. Relief and subtle joy mingled in her chest—he had defended her, but his power and authority remained unquestioned.
Li Qingxuan, shocked and furious, clutched her face. "You hit me… for that?!" She could not believe it. This was the second time Jiang Wang had struck her! In the past, she would never have imagined being humiliated so thoroughly.
"Jiang Wang, you'll regret this! I'll make sure you never see me again!" she hissed, storming off.
Jiang Wang's eyes followed her for a moment, but no emotion betrayed him. Instead, his gaze returned to Qiyue. "This is the Jiang family. I don't require your protection for now. Go retrieve the Dao Liquid I gave you. Strengthen yourself, so that you may better protect me."
"Obey!" Qiyue's voice was resolute. She turned and left immediately, understanding that only through cultivation could she continue to serve and protect the Son of God.
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Returning to his immortal residence, Jiang Wang's mind shifted to other matters. First, he needed to inspect the storage ring given to him by Luo Qingqiu. Injecting a wave of spiritual energy, he opened the ten cubic meters of space. The contents were staggering.
Stacked neatly were priceless medicines, each radiating an aura of supreme potency. True dragon bone marrow, elixirs for refining, and even a holy medicine comparable to the peak blood and energy of an ancient fierce beast. Jiang Wang examined each carefully, marveling at the treasures he now possessed.
Finally, only one item remained: a worn martial arts book. Its cover exuded the aura of the Great Dao, and five bold characters gleamed: "Taichu Xuan Emperor Sutra."
He opened the first page. Ancient words of profound Daoist philosophy seemed to pulse from the parchment itself. Jiang Wang studied every line, every stroke, absorbing the energy woven into the text. Despite his talent, the concepts were obscure, complex, and difficult to fully grasp.
Ten days passed in what felt like a single moment. Jiang Wang's eyes now shimmered with stars, reflecting the depth of understanding he had achieved. Slowly, he practiced the Taichu Xuan Emperor Sutra. At first, his movements were clumsy, but as he refined his comprehension, the technique flowed naturally.
Two streams of energy—one black, one white—coiled within him, intertwining until they formed a singular chaos. His Chaos God-Demon Body, already a vessel of ancient primal energy, resonated perfectly with the Sutra.
"This technique suits me perfectly," Jiang Wang murmured. "No other martial arts are necessary. But the Taichu Xuan Emperor Sutra is only half-complete. Yin and Yang are separate volumes. If I master both… this could reach Saint Grade."
A thrill ran through him. The holy medicine, potent and overflowing with energy, could be cultivated alongside the Yang Scroll. Together, they complemented each other perfectly, accelerating his growth.
He carefully stored the Yang Scroll and stepped out of the Immortal Mansion. Outside, an immortal servant waited, bowing deeply.
"Son of God," the servant reported, "Three days ago, Li Qingxuan and Ye Fan packed their belongings and left the Jiang family. Judging by their path, it appears they returned to Li Qingxuan's family."
Jiang Wang hummed in acknowledgment. "And the Immortal Palace?"
"The palace remains, Son of God, but everything inside has been removed."
Satisfied, Jiang Wang nodded. After the servant departed, he summoned Qiyue.
Ten days of Dao Liquid had sharpened her aura. She now radiated the power of a supreme being more fiercely than ever.
"Son of God, please give your orders!" she said, kneeling with unwavering loyalty.
"Go to Jiang Yue's quarters," Jiang Wang commanded. "Pack up her belongings and move them into Li Qingxuan's immortal residence. Remove all of Li Qingxuan's items from the Immortal Palace. She is not to enter there again. You will ensure the restriction remains in place."
"Obey!" Qiyue's voice rang with certainty, a mixture of reverence and determination. She turned, prepared to carry out the Son of God's orders with absolute precision.