Blood and Qi Martial Path System.
Centered around the human body and rooted in blood and Qi.
The Muscle-Refining Stage is the most fundamental phase of the martial path, focusing on honing the physical body, allowing martial practitioners to transcend the mundane and rise above ordinary beings.
The Innate Stage involves comprehending one's own Innate Qi, gaining initial control over the elements of the Blood and Qi Martial Path, and emulating the forces of nature through human power.
The Human Immortal Stage transforms the blood and Qi within the martial practitioner into tangible manifestations of the natural world. What flows through their body is no longer mere blood and Qi but threads of cosmic power.
The Shore Stage sees martial practitioners traversing the vessel of heaven and earth, reaching the shores of the mind and body.
Shore-stage warriors experience a more robust internal world, with the potential to birth multiple inner heavens.
Different heavens coexist and intersect.
Boundless power knows no limits.
This is why the gap between the Shore Stage and the Human Immortal Stage is so vast.
The difference lies not in mere numerical values but in the completeness of the heavens, the essence of blood and Qi, and the nature of the body and soul.
Ascension, leapfrogging, until ultimate transcendence.
When the quality and quantity of one's inner heavens reach a certain threshold, the martial practitioner can transcend their physical form, free themselves from the confines of the world, and traverse the chaotic void without external aid.
This is the Transcendence Stage.
"However... I seem to be a bit different from others."
After slaying the Golden Ape Demon Saint.
Wu Yingxue stood somewhat confused on the spot.
She lowered her gaze to her hands, studying the lines on her palms, feeling that her inner world was somewhat too peculiar.
Every moment, every second.
Her inner world sent a constant "hunger" signal.
In this state, her inner world was undergoing an astounding transformation at an unimaginable speed, akin to a ravenous eater, greedily absorbing the cosmic principles of the martial world.
Even the recently deceased Golden Ape Demon Saint, with its demonic essence, was completely devoured by her inner world.
No exceptions.
"It shouldn't be a bad thing," after observing for a while, Wu Yingxue, now a Shore-stage warrior, gave up her deep-seated curiosity about the changes in her inner world.
To her, the changes in her inner world were insignificant.
What truly mattered was how these changes could bring her even greater strength.
In the past.
The young lady had many things she wanted to do, but due to her lack of strength, none of them were possible.
Now, with Shore-stage strength, she could finally begin.
"Swoosh!!"
After devouring the demonic essence of the Golden Ape Demon Saint.
Wu Yingxue soared into the sky and disappeared.
When she reappeared, she had already returned to the Ten Thousand Mountains, her palm caressing the void, condensing another heavenly spear.
With a horizontal sweep.
A calm, decisive slash.
"Hum——"
A slight humming sound began faintly, then evolved into a thunderous wave.
A spectacular scene unfolded.
The layered spectacle of the Ten Thousand Mountains, as if countless rocky blades slicing through the sky, brought despair to everything in its path.
Cracked, split, shattered.
A simple spear sweep by Wu Yingxue.
Broke the mountains of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The mountain collapsed, boulders rolled down, and countless demons were caught in this apocalyptic force, witnessing their death amidst terrified roars.
"Teacher, did you see? The current me... can protect you now..."
The young lady murmured softly.
Once upon a time, she wished to protect Xu Xi but lacked the strength.
Now, with sufficient strength, she had lost the person she wanted to protect.
Such is the bittersweetness of life.
"..."
Wu Yingxue brandished her spear in silence, the spearlight condensed like a galaxy, tearing apart the peaks and crushing demons.
Finally, she extended a delicate hand, grasping through the void.
Wrapping the humans within the Ten Thousand Mountains with cosmic power, she carried them away.
After this event, both the human faction of the martial world and the demons, along with other races, were utterly shocked by Wu Yingxue's display.
"Impossible, this... this kind of power!"
"It's not like that of a newly ascended Shore-stage warrior!"
"It's almost as if..."
People gasped in awe, demons widened their eyes.
They did not comprehend the strangeness of Wu Yingxue's inner world, only knowing that her strength was terrifyingly powerful.
Thus, they began to suspect if the young lady was extraordinarily gifted, reaching the Transcendence Stage in one leap.
Such speculation was too terrifying.
Enough to silence the demonic clans.
They dared not mention the eradication of Wu Yingxue again.
However, even if the demons did not seek Wu Yingxue out, she would take the initiative to confront them.
Several decades passed.
Wu Yingxue further evolved in strength, expanding her inner world to six, each one interlinked in a continuous cycle. The blood and Qi, condensed into cosmic power, could crush mountains.
"Die."
No forewarning, as calm as a greeting.
One day.
Wu Yingxue ventured alone into the heart of the demonic territories.
With the heavenly spear in hand, she slayed the endless inferno, any god or saint she encountered was dispatched instantly, all demons annihilated in the blink of an eye.
"How dare you, upstart!"
Finally, a Transcendence expert among the demons stepped forward, forcing Wu Yingxue to retreat.
Wu Yingxue's exploits once again shocked the entire martial world.
People spread the news, celebrating joyously, hailing Wu Yingxue as the rising sun, standing alongside Transcendents as the pinnacle of strength, revered by all.
"For thousands of years to come, she will be the brightest star!"
Such were the praises.
But Wu Yingxue's actions did not stop there.
Two hundred years later, Wu Yingxue, who had remained quiet for some time, launched her final assault on the demons.
Why final?
Because she utterly eradicated the demonic forces.
Two centuries allowed the number of Wu Yingxue's inner worlds to further expand, even leading to mysterious and profound changes within those heavens themselves.
Manifesting various extraordinary powers.
"Die."
Another calm declaration.
Within the demon stronghold, countless demons gazed fearfully at the horizon, seeing a singularly dazzling "chill mark" dropping from the sky.
A colossal spear forged from boundless cosmic power.
Towering and vast, without end.
The Transcendent demon did not make a move, instead opting to flee directly, but it failed. The spear of destruction sealed all escape routes.
In despair, it, along with the other demons, faced their inevitable doom.
After this battle.
The martial world fell silent.
Without any proclamations or celebrations, Wu Yingxue naturally became the supreme ruler of the martial world.
The undisputed strongest.
"Teacher..."
Wu Yingxue felt no joy, her emotions utterly serene.
Becoming the most powerful, possessing strength that all fear, held little practical use for her.
The only use was.
Making it easier for people to survive.
Under Wu Yingxue's arrangements, the human faction of the martial world underwent a drastic transformation, becoming highly unified and harmonious, with people living stable, fulfilling lives.
As for other races, they all praised the benevolence of the Martial Emperor, pledging allegiance as divine sovereigns.
After several more centuries of cultivation in the martial world, Wu Yingxue felt that the people of the Living Army no longer required her protection.
So, she left a thought to safeguard the martial world.
Her true body ventured into the infinite chaos, embarking on a journey to chase the stars.

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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"