“Oh? Jiang Ruoxu, you truly live up to your reputation as a young genius. At just 14 years old, you've already reached the mid-stage of Transform Force.”
Jiang Che smiled as he walked toward Jiang Ruoxu.
Instinctively, Jiang Ruoxu took two steps back. He had no good feelings toward this older cousin of his.
He had heard before that this guy was a freeloader, and although he didn’t discriminate against freeloaders, if one were to put it that way, then the entire ancient martial arts world except for him was full of freeloaders!
What he truly looked down upon was Jiang Che's idleness and wasting his time on women. It was utterly foolish.
Unlike him... combining talent with effort, what are women?
He didn’t respect them at all. So many pretty girls in his class dressed up in their finest, but he never even gave them a second glance.
Just a bunch of cheap, flashy women—red-skinned skeletons. What else could attract him besides the two lumps on their chests?
“Ruoxu! Your older cousin is now at the late stage of Transform Force. He must have a lot of experience in cultivation. You should seek his guidance! It will definitely benefit your future cultivation.”
Jiang Yunwu gently patted Jiang Ruoxu on the shoulder.
Jiang Ruoxu’s mouth twitched slightly.
Although Jiang Che was at a higher cultivation level than him, honestly… he didn’t think Jiang Che was qualified to teach him. If they were to fight... he could even defeat Jiang Che while crossing a small realm!
That’s the confidence of a prodigy like him!
Jiang Che scratched his chin, reflecting for a moment… he was a bit puzzled.
He had read Lin Yu’s script. According to Lin Yu’s original storyline… after killing him, Lin Yu was hunted by the Jiang family and fled abroad. After enduring hard training for over a decade, he returned to take revenge, annihilating the Jiang family…
But in Lin Yu’s script… there was no Jiang Ruoxu!
If Jiang Ruoxu had existed, given this kid’s potential… in ten years, he would have likely reached the level of a Grandmaster, or even broken through that to an even higher realm.
Lin Yu, the little punk, would never stand a chance at revenge.
Could it be that every son of fortune exists independently?
But Jiang Che didn’t dwell on such trivial matters. After all, Lin Yu was completely finished now.
He grinned, turning his gaze toward Jiang Ruoxu.
“Come on, let your older cousin see what kind of strength you’ve got. I’ll suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours. Let’s spar a bit.”
Jiang Che’s words made Jiang Ruoxu frown.
He was a prodigy—how could he allow someone to suppress their cultivation level and fight him?
With his hands still in his pockets, he flicked his bangs aside. “You don’t need to suppress your cultivation. I have enough confidence in my abilities. Even crossing a realm, you still wouldn’t be my match!”
“Tch—”
Jiang Che was a bit speechless. This little bro had some serious swag for someone so young.
As for this Jiang Ruoxu, he certainly wouldn’t treat him the way he had dealt with Lin Yu. After all, they were family. If he were to cripple or outright kill Jiang Ruoxu… that’d be a nightmare.
The Jiang Yunhuang lineage currently had only two male descendants—himself and Jiang Ruoxu.
He was an adopted grandson, while Jiang Ruoxu was the true grandson. The successor to the Jiang family. If he messed Jiang Ruoxu up, the situation would get messy.
But… though the death penalty might be averted, punishment for the living was inevitable!
Jiang Che could already tell that this little punk’s smirking attitude was starting to resemble the archetypal arrogant hero—the so-called "Dragon Emperor."
He absolutely couldn’t let this kid become a "Twisted-Mouth Dragon King." He had to nip this attitude in the bud!
Jiang Che suddenly felt like his virtues shone brilliantly!
Oh no, he’s smirking again. Hurry, rip his mouth apart!
Indeed… Jiang Ruoxu was smirking.
He walked steadily toward Jiang Che, making a gesture of invitation.
“Brother, you don’t need to suppress your internal energy. I can still defeat you!”
He performed a bow, then directly attacked Jiang Che!
His internal energy surged, flowing around his body.
Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed slightly. This kid certainly had prideful capital—even at the mid-stage of Transform Force, his internal energy could already form a faint layer of energy, the embryonic form of Firmness Force.
But it was far from true Firmness Force. If the Firmness Force of a Grandmaster was like a bulletproof vest, his was merely a cardboard shell that could be punctured with a poke.
Facing Jiang Ruoxu’s assault, Jiang Che remained motionless and extremely calm.
“Bang!”
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes widened. Facing a Jiang Che at a higher cultivation level, he was confident but not reckless. This was his full power!
Jiang Che… why didn’t he dodge?
He knew very well that even a skilled practitioner at the late stage of Transform Force would be seriously injured if struck by his full-force attack.
He wanted to pull back, but it was too late.
The strike landed squarely on Jiang Che’s chest.
“Che’er!”
Jiang Yunli was anxious. In her mind, her precious son was a fragile little thing. When he was a baby, choking on milk would make him cry all night.
When Chen Ningshuang scolded Jiang Che, she had even slapped her!
A total mama’s boy!
“Honey, don’t go! Father is here… how could anything go wrong?” Jiang Yuan pulled Jiang Yunli back.
“But—”
Jiang Yunhuang nodded slightly. “It’s fine. This kid’s health bar is thick as a tank!”
Obviously, Jiang Yunhuang was an old man who kept up with the times. Despite being a Grandmaster, he occasionally played computer games.
...
“Didn’t you eat today?”
Jiang Che scoffed, glancing at the stunned Jiang Ruoxu, who was wide-eyed with shock.
“You… are you a physique cultivator?”
“Guess?” Jiang Che smirked.
What kind of physique cultivation? Jiang Yunhuang was right… I just happen to have a surprisingly thick health bar!
Don’t forget, he also had the 'super healing factor' just like Deadpool. Not only could he withstand a slap, but even if that slap pierced through his chest, nothing would happen!
What’s more, his physical fitness had been enhanced by the system multiple times.
“My foolish little brother, if this is all the strength you have, where do you get the courage to challenge me across realms?”
Jiang Che raised his hand and slammed a solid knock on Jiang Ruoxu’s forehead with a thud.
Almost instantly, the boy’s forehead swelled into a big bump.
“You… you! I’ll fight you to the end!”
Although Jiang Ruoxu liked to show off and always acted arrogantly, deep down… he was still just a brat who got easily provoked.
“Heh... I’ve already suppressed my cultivation to the same level as yours. Let’s not even talk about whether you can defeat me. If you can touch the edge of my clothes... I’ll consider you the winner!”
This was a system task… not only had to beat the hell out of him, but also crush his pride, making the kid completely submissive.
I go by Big Monster, with fists so mighty, don’t be too hasty!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
