"You—"
"You shameless bastard!"
Chen Jiaojiao's delicate face flushed crimson at Wang Jianqiang's words.
"Not willing? Fine, forget it then."
Wang Jianqiang smirked dismissively and turned to head back inside.
Seeing this, Chen Jiaojiao's expression shifted. "Wait—"
Wang Jianqiang paused and glanced back. "What? Changed your mind?"
Chen Jiaojiao's face twisted through a series of emotions before she coldly replied, "One Spirit Gathering Pill isn’t enough. It has to be a Green Spirit Pill."
Wang Jianqiang scoffed. "Dream on. You think you’re made of immortal gold or something?"
"I never force anyone. If you’re not interested, you can leave."
He turned away again.
"Wait!"
Chen Jiaojiao stopped him once more.
She couldn’t let go of such an easily obtainable resource.
Though the Spirit Gathering Pill’s effects were mediocre, it was only three seconds of effort.
Three seconds for a Spirit Gathering Pill?
An absolute steal.
What could she do? Her ambition was too strong.
Once resolved, she strode past Wang Jianqiang with determination, heading straight for the room.
As she brushed past him, her lips barely moved, whispering words so faint only he could hear:
"Pathetic and addicted. Hope you don’t drop dead from exhaustion."
Wang Jianqiang stiffened. By the time he processed the insult, Chen Jiaojiao had already entered the room.
"Defying the heavens, are we? Today, I’ll show you what I’m made of."
His face darkened as he focused inward, summoning his system’s attribute panel to the "Cultivation Techniques" subpage.
Only two lines were displayed:
"Derivation Spirit Art (Novice)"
"Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture (Uninitiated)"
The Derivation Spirit Art was a low-tier Qi refining method.
Though the Joy Union Sect possessed many advanced techniques, they all demanded high innate talent. Wang Jianqiang, with his trash-tier Five-Spirit Roots, couldn’t cultivate them.
The Derivation Spirit Art, while basic, was universally adaptable—even Five-Spirit Roots could practice it.
The Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture, however, was unique to the Joy Union Sect, mandatory for all disciples upon entry.
The catch? It required dual cultivation with a partner.
And with his garbage roots, who’d willingly become his Dao Companion?
Thus, he’d never practiced it, let alone mastered it.
But now, with his awakened system, he could test the power of cultivation points on this very technique.
Focusing on the Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture, he willed 20 cultivation points into it.
Normally, even prodigies could only practice this scripture for two or three hours a day at most.
A decade of grueling cultivation might not even amount to a full year’s worth of actual training time.
But Wang Jianqiang’s 20 points equated to 20 years of relentless, day-and-night cultivation—
Rivaling 200 years of an ordinary cultivator’s toil!
In an instant, he felt stronger, his vision sharpening as if the world had brightened.
Simultaneously, the attribute panel flashed.
The "Uninitiated" beside Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture transformed into "Transcendent Pinnacle."
Wang Jianqiang froze, then erupted with joy.
It was common knowledge that cultivation techniques and spells progressed through six stages:
Novice, Proficient, Advanced, Minor Mastery, Major Mastery, and Perfection.
"Transcendent Pinnacle" was the realm beyond Perfection—
A state surpassing even the creator’s original design.
The power of cultivation points was terrifying. Just 20 points had catapulted the Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture to an unprecedented level!
Rumors said the perfected version boosted endurance fivefold. What wonders would Transcendent Pinnacle bring?
"Well? Are you coming or not? If you can’t perform, don’t waste my time."
Chen Jiaojiao’s impatient voice snapped him back to reality.
"Defying the heavens indeed!"
Wang Jianqiang sneered, withdrawing his consciousness with newfound confidence as he marched into the room.
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Half an hour later, the door opened.
Chen Jiaojiao stepped out, stunned by Wang Jianqiang’s transformation.
How could someone improve so drastically in such a short time?
Going from three seconds to thirty might not be impressive, but—
From a feeble amateur to a master of explosive prowess?
That was outrageous.
"The pill."
She extended a fair hand, her expression complicated.
"Your performance just now covers one Spirit Gathering Pill."
Wang Jianqiang retrieved a jade vial from his storage pouch and handed it over, winking.
"Uncle’s very satisfied. If you ever need more pills, come find me again."
Chen Jiaojiao’s face reddened as she pocketed the vial.
Neither agreeing nor refusing.
Her silence spoke volumes—it was practically consent.
"Karma Value +30."
The system’s chime echoed in Wang Jianqiang’s mind.
Not only was she not angry, but she’d also boosted his Karma Value?
He blinked in bewilderment.
Did she… actually submit?
Chen Jiaojiao left shortly after. Once she was gone, Wang Jianqiang returned to studying his system.
With 20 cultivation points spent, only 30 remained.
Having witnessed their power, he grew desperate to acquire more.
He sat cross-legged and began cultivating.
An hour later, his eyes snapped open in confusion.
Wasn’t it supposed to grant 1 cultivation point per minute of hard training?
He’d meditated for a full hour—why hadn’t he gotten a single point?
Had he misunderstood?
After much pondering, he gave up and shelved the issue.
Regardless, he needed to boost his strength first.
Opening the "Auxiliary Skills" subpage, he found two sparse lines:
"Alchemy: Low-Rank Tier 1 Alchemist"
"Artifact Crafting: Unranked"
He allocated 10 attribute points to Alchemy.
Instantly, vast alchemical knowledge flooded his mind, etched into his consciousness with perfect clarity.
His Alchemy rank upgraded to Mid-Rank Tier 1.
His plan was simple: since his talent was trash, he’d rely on pills.
With higher alchemy skills, he could earn spirit stones faster and refine Mid-Rank Tier 1 pills for cultivation—
Doubling his progress.
Still unsure about earning more cultivation points, he hesitated to spend his remaining 20.
Leaving his quarters, he headed for the External Affairs Hall.
Inside, he approached a counter where a woman sat.
Her jet-black hair was tied simply behind her, her beauty ethereal—like a painting come to life.
Her proportions were exaggerated where they should be, slender where they needed to be.
One word summed her up: voluptuous majesty.
He averted his gaze quickly and bowed.
"Outer Sect Disciple Wang Jianqiang, paying respects to Elder Dong."
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
