[Year 64, Age 82.]
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["Human Body Detector" (Green Rare): You can read the talent information of any living creature, including bone structure, physique, luck, etc. (Talent information will expand as your knowledge broadens), which is more accurate than divine sense probing.]
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So far, Chen Yi had heard of many physiques.
His eldest brother's Taotie Tyrant Physique, the Empress's Incense Holy Physique, and so on.
Most people wouldn't stick their physique on their foreheads to show off everywhere. Being able to see others' physiques was useful for knowing oneself and the enemy.
Chen Yi looked at his currently equipped traits.
"The one for verifying if a person's identity is good or bad is useless for now."
There were no bad people left around the Network King.
[You replaced "The Only True Prophet" with "Human Body Detector".]
[Through the "Human Body Detector", you see that martial artists' special physiques are divided into three types: Holy Physique, Tyrant Physique, and Spirit Physique, with the Holy Physique being the highest tier.]
[Li Lingyue has a Holy Physique, and your eldest brother Chen Jing has a Tyrant Physique.]
[These two physiques are relatively rare; the most common special physique is the Spirit Physique.]
[You used to think that luck was just something people casually talked about, nothing more than who had good luck and who had bad luck, a complete survivor's bias.]
[But now, you see that everyone has a luck index.]
[And this index fluctuates constantly.]
[The lowest is 0; such people are either newly severely injured or about to die.]
[The highest you see is 80, belonging to Li Lingyue. It occasionally drops to 60, but never goes below 60.]
[Another person with a high luck index is your eldest brother Chen Jing, fluctuating up to 75 and never dropping below 60.]
[The luck of the Sword Master and Li Chengqian is also not low, with their highest values both being 70+.]
[When you face the smoking Qiankun Mirror to check your own talent information.]
[Bone Structure: None.]
[Physique: Mortal Physique.]
[Luck: 100.]
["Sure enough, God closed two doors for me, but opened a panoramic sunroof."]
[Being in the Five Regions Allied Forces Headquarters, you often see Martial Saints and Martial Kings—big shots whose mere stomping in the Five Regions is enough to awe an entire area.]
[You find that their bone structures are not bad; eighty percent of them have Earth-tier or Heaven-tier bone structures.]
[Among the other twenty percent with high-tier bone structures, almost all of them possess Spirit Physiques.]
[The very few Martial Kings with no special physique but high-tier bone structures often have a luck index above 60, making them powerhouses of luck.]
[So far, you haven't found anyone who is poor in all three stats yet still manages to step into the Martial King realm.]
[It can be seen that while acquired effort is important, talent still plays a decisive role.]
[If there truly exists someone who reaches the peak without relying on talent, that would be a miracle rarely seen in millions of years.]
[But isn't a miracle also a kind of luck?]
[The war between the Human Race of the Five Regions and the Monster Race of the Great Wilderness has entered a white-hot state.]
[After joining the battle, you offered a stratagem.]
[After hearing it, the Four Great Marshals decided to give it a try.]
[This year, the Monster Race found that they could frequently breach the defense lines.]
[Because the Martial Kings or Martial Saints of the Five Regions presiding over the major mountain defense formations often went missing.]
[However, upon breaching the lines, they would discover that the cities, towns, and villages behind the defenses had long been evacuated of all people.]
[It didn't matter though; as long as they could infiltrate the Five Regions, they could wait for opportunities to kill later.]
[But it wouldn't be long before those previously missing Martial Kings and Martial Saints would aggressively hunt them down.]
[No matter how scattered these infiltrating monsters were, or how tightly they hid, they would still be rooted out one by one!]
[Thus, after repeating this a few times, the Monster Race felt something was amiss.]
[Why were their Top Hundred Monster Kings becoming fewer?]
[The two sides had been at war for several years. Although there were casualties on both sides, those killed in action above the Martial King realm could be counted on one hand.]
[At this realm, everyone had their trump cards; it wasn't that easy to kill them.]
[Coupled with the fact that the Human Race had always focused on defense, keeping the war's intensity at a very low level.]
[And the Four Great Monster Ancestors were constantly watched by a dedicated group of Martial Saints, restricting them from attacking low-level martial artists.]
[But now, the Monster Race suddenly realized in shock that half of their Monster Kings had vanished!]
[Where did they go?]
[Of course, they entered your Demon-Refining Pot.]
[The defense line at Cangqiong Ridge was frequently breached because you transferred the experts away to help you capture the enemy's Monster Kings alive.]
[After the Monster Kings were caught, you didn't refine them into pools of blood, but sealed them all in the Demon-Refining Pot, just like the Four-Eyed Spirit Monkey from before.]
[As for why the monsters that breached the lines and charged into the rear could always be rooted out.]
[That was naturally because of your "Aura of Myriad Races". You just had to follow the location of their breakthrough and track the scent trails they left behind.]
[Admittedly, quite a few commoners in the Central Plains still suffered disasters.]
[Helplessly, for the sake of the greater crisis ahead, the Human Realm had to preserve its strength, and the Five Regions Allied Forces had to make trade-offs.]
[Year 65, Age 83.]
[A full sixty-two Monster Kings had already been sealed in the Demon-Refining Pot.]
[The Great Wilderness Monster Race only had a little over a hundred Monster Kings participating in the war in total. You locking up half of their commanders and top fighters as hostages left the Monster Race completely speechless.]
[Now they weren't stupid either and stopped scattering.]
[All their troops and top fighters were concentrated at Cuiwei Peak, having been locked in fierce battle with the Five Regions side for half a month.]
[The concentration of the battlefront was also good news for the Five Regions; all resources just needed to be invested in one place.]
[The moment for negotiation finally arrived.]
["Chen Yi! Release my race's Monster Kings! Otherwise, this venerable one will surely flatten Cuiwei Peak and grind your bones to dust!!"]
[Above Cuiwei Peak, an Azure Dragon thousands of meters long coiled within the clouds and mist.]
[Beside the Azure Dragon, a Vermilion Bird wreathed in flames flapped its wings and cried out, sending rolling waves of heat. Even standing in the cool mountain forest, one felt unbearably hot.]
[Among the mountains ahead, there was also a massive Black Tortoise, and a White Tiger lying across the great mountains.]
["Sect Master, I have a question."]
["Please speak."]
["Why is it that other monsters have human bodies accompanied by beast features, but these Four Great Monster Ancestors appear directly in the form of divine beasts?"]
[When it came to understanding the Monster Race, the Sword Master's knowledge was second to none.]
[Because the Limitless Sword Sect was located in the Eastern Wasteland, adjacent to the Great Wilderness, and dealt with the Monster Race all day long.]
["The Monster Race has bloodline talents. The closer their bloodline is to the ancient divine beast ancestors, the better their cultivation talent. When the bloodline purity reaches a certain level, they can switch between human and beast forms, and can also enter a bloodline berserk state during combat, becoming even stronger. Currently, among the Monster Race in our Human Realm, the bloodlines of these Four Great Monster Ancestors are the most pure. To put it bluntly, they are more atavistic than other monsters, and it is exactly because of this that they are revered as the current Monster Ancestors."]
["So that's how it is..."]
[When your gaze focuses on the Demon Race, the "Human Body Detector" does indeed display an additional attribute called "Bloodline".]
[It is a percentage figure.]
[For most demons, this number is below 1%, but the Four Great Demon Ancestors actually reach 20%.]
[By comparison, their bloodlines are indeed much purer.]

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."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"