"!!!!"
Minister Shen felt as if a weight of ten thousand pounds was pressing down on him, rendering him completely immobile. The sheer disbelief was overwhelming.
As a peak-level super martial artist, his strength in the Super Martial Alliance was on par with the alliance's leader. There were no more than three people stronger than him. Yet now, he was being suppressed by a young man who looked no older than twenty—how could he not be shocked?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Not only was Minister Shen in disbelief, but even the heads of the super martial families were too stunned to speak. At the Super Martial Assembly, they had assumed Ye Chuan’s strength was only around level five or six.
Now, it was clear they had been utterly mistaken.
Seeing Minister Shen remain silent, Ye Chuan maintained his faint smile. "What’s wrong? Don’t you want my explanation anymore?"
Do you think I spent all that money on cultivation for nothing?
I don’t eat beef.
Though his Crystal Phase strength wasn’t enough to dominate this world, it certainly wasn’t something a mere super martial artist—who hadn’t even reached the Foundation Establishment stage—could command or control.
Minister Shen’s expression grew increasingly grim as he felt his body struggling more and more under Ye Chuan’s pressure.
How is this even possible?!
Just by releasing his aura?!
"Big brother, can you let go of my dad?" A small hand tugged at Ye Chuan’s sleeve. He turned to see Minister Shen’s daughter holding onto him, her other arm clutching a rabbit plushie.
"Daddy… doesn’t feel good."
"Ah, Brother Ye, let it go, let it go." Wang Ba quickly stepped in to mediate. "We’re all just trying our best here."
Minister Shen wasn’t targeting Ye Chuan—he was just baffled by the source of his power, which clearly didn’t resemble that of a super martial artist.
"Ye Chuan, could you release everyone… please?" Wang Yanran also spoke up, gently massaging his shoulders to soothe him.
Ye Chuan wasn’t actually angry. He remained perfectly calm. With a casual snap of his fingers, the oppressive force vanished, leaving Minister Shen and the other family heads gasping in relief as they stared at him in lingering fear.
After this display, everyone except the Wang family finally understood just how terrifying Ye Chuan’s strength truly was.
The condescending looks in their eyes instantly turned respectful.
"......" Minister Shen fell silent. It had been so many years since anyone had ever intimidated him with sheer power.
"Mr. Ye… just how strong are you?"
Even his tone and address had changed, his attitude now far more deferential.
Strength commanded respect—this principle held true not just on the Tianxuan Continent, but even in the Super Martial Alliance. With power like this, killing someone would be as easy as flipping a hand.
"Oh? Still want me to explain?" Ye Chuan smirked.
The words sent a chill down Minister Shen’s spine. His voice dropped even lower as he hastily replied, "N-no, my apologies. I was merely asking."
Ye Chuan tapped the table lightly, suddenly in a better mood. "Yanran, pour the tea."
Wang Yanran immediately prepared a fresh cup for him.
"In the Super Martial Alliance, a ninth-level super martial artist is considered the strongest, right?" Ye Chuan began.
"Yes. Currently, only the alliance leader is at the ninth level, while Minister Shen is half a step into it," Wang Ba chimed in.
"Then what if I told you that even a tenth-level super martial artist is just the beginning?"
Ye Chuan’s calm words detonated like a depth charge in the hearts of everyone present.
What?!
Tenth level… is just the beginning?!
"Little Brother Ye, you… you’re not joking, are you?" Wang Ba asked, his old bones trembling at the thought that his own cultivation was merely the starting point.
"Impossible!" Minister Shen also found Ye Chuan’s claim unbelievable.
"Nothing’s impossible. Think of it like a game where the max level is 100. You’re all still stuck at level eight or nine." Ye Chuan patted Wang Yanran beside him.
"Yanran, show them."
Wang Yanran hesitated briefly before releasing her aura.
"Eighth level?!" Wang Ba was dumbfounded.
Wait, hadn’t his granddaughter just reached the first level not long ago?!
Now she was on par with him?!
Heaven’s falling, the sky’s collapsing!
Not just Wang Ba—the heads of the super martial families, including Minister Shen, were equally stunned.
The proof was right in front of them. They had no choice but to believe it.
"Grandpa, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. My breakthrough only happened these past few days." Wang Yanran looked a little embarrassed. She hadn’t told Wang Ba earlier, fearing it might hurt his pride.
"So… is there still a chance for us to break through too?" Wang Ba hurriedly asked Ye Chuan, voicing the question on everyone’s minds.
"Of course. I happen to have a batch of breakthrough-enhancing pills you can try." Ye Chuan grinned.
Marrow-Cleansing Pill (Beauty Edition)
Sure, its main selling point was beauty enhancement, but it still boosted cultivation speed, didn’t it?
Besides, Ye Chuan had noticed that ever since the spatial rifts appeared, the spiritual energy in the air had grown denser. As long as the rifts remained, the world’s spiritual energy would continue increasing over time.
Might as well cash in on the opportunity by selling these beauty pills for a hefty profit.
He also had other low-tier pills like Deer Blood Pills. With plenty of medicinal ingredients on hand, he could sell them all.
For super martial artists still at lower levels, these pills were treasures. Strike while the iron’s hot—money waits for no one.
Ye Chuan had come prepared. He pulled out a scroll from his spatial backpack and unfurled it on the table for everyone to see.
"These are the cultivation-aiding pills I’m selling. No deception, fair prices."
The family heads crowded around, even Minister Shen unable to resist the temptation.
"Each one… costs at least a million?" Some of the heads glanced at Ye Chuan.
The Wang family was among the wealthiest of the super martial clans, but others weren’t so fortunate. The poorest among them couldn’t even afford a hundred pills.
A hundred million in cash? They had assets, but liquid funds were another matter.
"Limited stock. Only fifty of each available," Ye Chuan said coolly. "If you’re late, don’t blame others for leaving you in the dust."
His words were like kindling to a fire—the super martial families immediately panicked.
"I’ll buy them!"
"I want them all!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
