"Pfft—hahaha!"
"Seriously? These three old geezers are supposed to be the so-called reinforcements?"
"Seems the human race is truly declining, with no worthy successors left!"
"Tch, it’s not like they’d send their juniors to die. These old men are already on their last legs—dying by our hands might as well be an honor!"
"Someone’s gotta take the blame, and these three fossils are perfect candidates!"
……
The four Dragon Generals crossed their arms, looking down with undisguised scorn, while the fishmen in the clouds burst into mocking laughter.
Under the roiling storm clouds,
the three elderly men stood in plain attire, their faces etched with the marks of time, their frail and withered frames seeming as though even the gusts from the laughter could sweep them away.
With the storm churning around them, their white hair whipped wildly, as if they were barely holding on.
Yet, strangely,
the three old men appeared utterly at ease.
Unfazed by the jeering horde of fishmen, they stood firm amidst the tempest, their eyes brimming with serene pity—as if it were the fishmen who were the ants in their gaze!
Their feigned composure gradually silenced the fishmen’s laughter, replacing it with rising fury.
One of the Dragon Generals narrowed his cold eyes.
"Hmph!"
"You’ve lived long enough to know better than to put on such a pathetic act. Did you really think this would save you?"
"Not that I need to justify myself to mere humans…"
With that, the green-tailed Dragon General raised three fingers.
"I am a Dragon General of the Heavenly Dragon Merfolk. If I strike first, it’d be bullying—hardly fitting for my status, and a joke to the realms."
"I’ll give you three free strikes. Feel free to attack together!"
"Today, I’ll make you understand just how pitiful and insignificant humans are. The gap between our races is far wider than you could ever imagine!"
His domineering voice echoed through the clouds, stirring pride in the tens of thousands of fishmen watching.
"General Azure Dragon is peerless!"
"As expected of a Dragon General!"
"The might of true dragon bloodline is beyond the reach of these lowly creatures! Three strikes? Even thirty thousand wouldn’t so much as ruffle his scales!"
The other Dragon Generals and fishmen radiated an air of invincibility, their gazes dripping with superiority.
In stark contrast,
the three encircled old men seemed all the more pitiful.
Any ordinary being would’ve been trembling in terror—yet these three stood unfazed, which at least gave the Dragon Generals some slight motivation to act.
However,
just as the fishmen sneered down at them,
the three elders suddenly wore amused smiles, as if they’d heard something hilarious.
The two on the left cast sidelong glances.
"Brother Sturgeon, I hear the true dragon bloodline is quite impressive. They say even thirty thousand strikes wouldn’t budge a single scale."
"Elder Sturgeon, is that true?"
The Sturgeon Dragon Emperor gave an awkward chuckle, waving his hands dismissively.
Damn it…
Who’d have thought he’d run into such arrogant distant relatives? A hundred thousand years of face, lost in an instant!
Before the other two could tease him further,
the Sturgeon Dragon Emperor took a steady step forward, his smile deepening ominously.
"So, you’re offering us three strikes, eh? Since you’re so confident, let this old man test just how formidable your dragon blood truly is."
The green-tailed Dragon General kept his arms crossed, tilting his head back with a loud laugh.
"Hahaha…!"
"Go ahead, give it your best shot!"
"My word stands—within three strikes, I won’t…"
Before his laughter faded,
a bone-chilling aura suddenly engulfed him, his body trembling uncontrollably!
The Dragon General’s eyes widened in shock!
Snapping his gaze downward, he saw the human elder radiating an overwhelming pressure, sealing the very space around him!
That aura felt eerily familiar—even his proud dragon bloodline was suppressed!
Not even the Dragon Emperor had ever made him feel such terror!
It was as if…
this human also possessed dragon blood!
No—his lineage was even purer!
The Azure Dragon General’s face paled, while the other generals stiffened.
"Impossible!"
"How does a human have such potent dragon blood?!"
Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd, freezing the tens of thousands of fishmen in place.
Before anyone could react,
the Sturgeon Dragon Emperor slowly raised his hand, weaving an intricate seal. Five Daoist forces converged before him, forming a colossal golden dragon claw!
"For the first strike, I’ll start with thirty percent of my power."
His soft murmur sent shivers down every spine.
A deafening dragon’s roar seemed to echo as the golden claw tore through the sky!
"BOOM—!"
The force of a raging tsunami erupted, swallowing the Azure Dragon General in an instant and blasting him into the horizon—vanishing beyond sight!
Silence.
The clouds split apart, leaving a gaping chasm in the sky.
Not a single sound remained except the heavy breathing of the stunned onlookers.
The tens of thousands of fishmen gaped, their minds blank.
The Azure Dragon General…
was sent flying with a casual flick?!
Impossible!
Amid the shock, the lead Dragon General’s pupils trembled violently, his mind replaying that golden claw—until realization struck like lightning.
His eyes locked onto the elder before him.
Suddenly,
the frail old figure seemed to radiate an indomitable majesty, one that pierced the heavens!
"Prison-Dragon Heaven-Reversing Claw!"
"You… you’re…!"
His voice shook so badly he couldn’t even finish.
Yet, the other Dragon Generals and fishmen had already connected the dots.
A being with dragon blood purer than their own, capable of wielding the Sturgeon Dragon royalty’s forbidden technique—his identity was undeniable.
The Sturgeon Dragon Emperor!
Only he could possess such power, making the defeat of a Dragon General seem trivial.
But if this was the Sturgeon Dragon Emperor…
who were the other two, whom he addressed as equals—or even seniors?!
The moment that thought surfaced, the entire Heavenly Dragon Merfolk army felt their minds go numb with terror!
When the remaining two elders took a single step forward,
their auras faintly leaked out—
And the three remaining Dragon Generals nearly collapsed mid-air!
"North Sea Emperor!"
"Emperor Crab…?!"
Whimpers escaped their lips as the stormy skies seemed to wail in despair.
"RETREAT! NOW!"
"FALL BACK—!"
The command was barely out before the three Dragon Generals turned tail and fled.
Seeing their leaders desert, the rest of the army scattered like rats, vanishing within moments.
In mere breaths, the once-menacing army dissolved into the wind, the skies clearing as sunlight bathed the land in warmth.
And really—who could blame them?
The reputation of these three individuals was simply too formidable among the seafolk.
On Black Island,
the cultivators who had been watching for a long time were utterly stunned!
Amid the pouring rain and mist, they could only catch glimpses through the clouds—yet they saw a single ambush strike swiftly bring the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan to their knees. The three elders were not just a little bit stronger; they were overwhelmingly dominant!
The onlookers had initially been somewhat worried, expecting a perilous battle. But in the blink of an eye, victory was secured—and in such an unexpected manner.
Truly, legends remain legends!
As the rain cleared and the skies brightened, the Heavenly Dragon Mermaid Clan had already fled far into the distance.
When the three old men landed triumphantly, the surrounding cultivators erupted in awe and admiration!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
