The Ancestral Sacred Cup Is My Ancestral Wife

Yu Lingchuan transmigrated into a divine cup coveted by all the heroes of the land.

People say that whoever possesses the divine cup will rule the world, and that one can make any three wishes to it, though they may come at an unexpected cost.

Over the past thousand years, people have wished to become fabulously wealthy, to have unparalleled beauty, or to become an emperor remembered through the ages.

The one who wished for fabulous wealth turned their beloved and children into gold with a touch, becoming rich in an instant.

The one who wished for unparalleled beauty was made into an exquisite specimen by a crazed admirer, their beauty preserved forever.

The one who wished to become an emperor remembered through the ages ascended the throne, only to be killed in a rebellion led by their son, their name going down in history.

And yet...

How could any of this be the divine cup's fault? They were the ones who made poorly worded wishes.

At last, one day, a remarkable man made a wish to Yu Lingchuan:

[First, I wish for the divine cup to have a real body, one entirely chosen by the divine cup itself, in keeping with its true nature and deepest desires. This body must be humanoid in the conventional sense, with a complete and naturally human appearance and physiology. The humanoid body should be strong, healthy, long-lived, and stable, and the divine cup must be able to freely switch between its human form and cup form... (one hundred thousand words omitted)]

Yu Lingchuan: Thanks, man...

[Second, I wish for the divine cup to become my partner. This wish shall bind only the consciousness and soul of the divine cup itself. It shall not force, distort, or erase the divine cup's own will, nor give rise to hatred, resentment, or feelings of forced obedience. Our companionship must be founded on the willing consent of both parties. It shall not create false love out of nothing or alter either of our memories... (two hundred thousand words omitted)]

Yu Lingchuan: Wait, man...

[Third, I wish to be with the divine cup forever, and for my soul to remain stable and my body healthy, without growing old or falling apart over time. Being together with the divine cup shall not deprive me of my human senses, emotions, or ability to think. It shall not leave me numb in mind, drained of emotion, or changed in intellect, nor turn me into a monster, puppet, or object without a self... (three hundred thousand words omitted)]

Yu Lingchuan: ...I'm impressed, man!

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Everyone knows that the unshakable giant that is the Yu Kingdom has stood for a thousand years because of the divine cup.

Legend says that this ancient empire has been protected by the divine cup for generations. The fate of the nation, and even the succession to the throne, rests on the divine cup's approval: only the one it recognizes may inherit the realm.

Over the millennia, from ancient times when people lived on raw meat to the modern age of AI, from the emperors of the Kingdom of the Gods to the chancellors of the Holy Republic and then the presidents of the Yu Kingdom, every head of state of the Kingdom of the Gods was born with silver hair and golden eyes, yet died young and had no empress.

After enduring countless hardships, the tomb robber Katerman entered the mausoleums of the successive emperors of the Kingdom of the Gods. He used a tinderbox to light up more than a hundred precious paintings along the tomb's corridors.

"Oh my God..."

In every painting, he saw a silver-haired, golden-eyed man. Their faces differed, and they were the successive heads of state of the Kingdom of the Gods, the Holy Republic, and finally the Yu Kingdom.

A politician in a suit stood atop a skyscraper, while a young man sipped champagne with a faint smile.

A man in a chancellor's robe stood beside the young man in a vast square. The young man fed pigeons, his expression gentle;

A crowned king stood on a high palace terrace, while the young man beside him ate grapes;

An ancient emperor in a divine robe stood among the altars, while the young man crowned him with a smile;

The final painting...

Was merely a charcoal doodle.

Its crooked lines depicted a little beggar and his little cup-wife.

#The family heirloom cup is the family heirloom wife#

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