Jiang Clan of Everlasting Life — Fairyland
"Jiang Wang! Brother Ye Fan bears the Supreme Immortal Bone—he's destined to rule an era! Why haven't you fetched the Nine Yang Mystic Grass yet? Even if you must bleed yourself dry, do not—under any circumstance—delay Brother Ye Fan's forging of his immortal body!"
Jiang Wang's eyes snapped open. Before him stood a girl of seventeen or eighteen, pale and composed, her expression as cold as winter. Li Qingxuan.
At the sight of her, recognition hit him like a blade. This was the woman who had been promised to him—who, in his past life, had betrayed and ruined his clan.
But she appeared younger now, almost hauntingly so. He let out a slow breath and took in the hall around them: gilded pillars, floors that shimmered like moonlit water, corridors that drifted with phantom clouds. The place smelled of old power and old money—his immortal residence, restored after a thousand years.
His pupils tightened. Could this be rebirth?
The Jiang family's ancestral palace had fallen a millennium ago. Its return left only one plausible explanation—he had returned along with it.
"Don't pretend I can't read you," Li Qingxuan said, her voice sharp as frost. Impatience flitted behind her composed mask. "Brother Ye Fan shines far brighter than you ever will. Instead of learning from him, you brood and fume with jealousy. It only makes me despise you further."
Her words cut to the bone—too familiar, too exact. Memory after memory crashed into him: his past life, the life of the Immortal Son of the Jiang Clan. He had awakened the Immortal Bone of Creation, a prodigy that eclipsed all others. The Jiang Clan was the greatest under the heavens; his father, the patriarch, commanded absolute authority; his mother had been pure divinity from a forbidden line.
He was the product of both immortal and divine blood, a destiny carved in stars. From birth, greatness had been his.
All of it had been shattered because of Li Qingxuan.
With every advantage—talent, lineage, and charm—he could have had any goddess kneel at his side. Instead, he fell for a calculating beauty from a minor branch family. Blind with love, he bent the clan's rules to make her his fiancée. Without him, she would never have passed the Jiang gates.
Even then, he would have forgiven many things—if only she had been sincere. But she and the man she called "brother," Ye Fan, fed on his family's wealth, siphoning treasures and heavenly medicines to offer to Ye Fan. Using the clan's own resources, they allied with rivals and orchestrated the Jiang Clan's collapse. The Li family—long suppressed by the Jiangs—seized its chance to rise.
A mighty tree cannot endure a hundred axes. In the end, his father was slain, the clan annihilated, and he—once the exalted Immortal Son—was left broken, his immortal bones torn from him and cast aside.
Rage, cold and infinite, burned in him now. "Since Heaven has given me a second life," he murmured, "this time—Ye Fan, Li Qingxuan, the Li Clan of Everlasting Life, and every house that rejoiced at my fall… all will die."
He was about to strike when a mechanical chime echoed inside his head.
> Detected: Host harbors extreme hatred toward the Son of Fortune. Binding initiated — All-Heaven Villain System online.
> Plunder the Sons of Fortune. Seize their luck and receive rewards. Luck points may be exchanged for supreme techniques, divine elixirs, and treasures.
"The… Great Villain System?" Jiang Wang whispered. "The Son of Destiny?"
> Affirmative. The world teems with Children of Fortune. Plunder their destiny to gain strength and unimaginable rewards.
A cold smile spread across Jiang Wang's face. So that was why Ye Fan—merely for possessing a fragment of immortal bone—had won the protection and favor of the Divine Clans. A Son of Destiny, favored by fate itself.
"In this life," he vowed, "not only will Ye Fan fall—those clans that sheltered him will be buried with him."
In his previous death, the resonance of his final breath reached his mother in the Divine Realm. She had descended in wrath to avenge him, but Ye Fan had been spirited away by clans no one dared offend. Not this time. Not a single protector would be spared.
Li Qingxuan's voice drew him back. Her tone softened as she turned supplicant and schemer.
"Jiang Wang, the Nine Yang Mystic Grass is useless to you. Give it to Brother Ye Fan. When he becomes emperor, he'll protect the Jiang Clan."
Jiang Wang blinked and then laughed, a sound that was wild and low. Li Qingxuan mistook the laugh for submission and preened.
"Good. You've finally seen sense. Hurry—"
Her sentence was cut off by a sharp crack. Jiang Wang's palm met her cheek, and years of humiliation, grief, and fury poured into that single slap. She stumbled; her dark hair fanned across the floor, one corner of her mouth split and bleeding.
The sight was almost pitiable.
"I give you this slap on behalf of the entire Jiang Clan," he said quietly.
Pain registered on her face first, then incredulity. "You… you dared to hit me?"
In the life he'd lost, he would have knelt, begged for forgiveness, offered every treasure. Now he only regarded her with a new, terrible calm.
"Why shouldn't I?" he said. "I am the exalted Immortal Son of the Jiang Clan—the future patriarch of the foremost family beneath the heavens. Why shouldn't I strike you?"
"You dare—" she stammered, both outraged and stunned.
"You speak of Ye Fan as an emperor-to-be, a savior of the Jiang Clan?" he continued, voice steady, heavy as a verdict. "The Jiang Clan stands at the summit of Fairyland. Our divine ancestors watch from the Forbidden Heavens. Ye Fan is no more than an ant."
Her composure cracked. Yet she forced herself to anger, feeding the same old lines he'd once taken: "Jiang Wang! How dare you humiliate me? Do you think I'll forgive this?"
Once those words would have crushed him. Now he only smiled, a blade behind the lips.
"If Ye Fan claims he will suppress an era," Jiang Wang said, leaning forward, eyes hard as black steel, "then summon him. Let him face me. If I lose, I will hand you the Nine Yang Mystic Grass myself—and the Jiang Clan's resources will be yours to command."
He stopped, offering the challenge like a gauntlet thrown into blood-dimmed air. The hall held its breath. Li Qingxuan's face flushed with a complex mix of fury and fear. She had planned to manipulate him, but he had learned the language of power in his new life—and he spoke it now without flinching.
"How about it?" he asked.