Nice!
A smirk curled at the corner of Jiang Che’s lips—dealing with a so-called "Child of Fortune" was just this easy!
"You... have no martial integrity!"
Ye Qing, beaten to a pulp, was left with a bruised and swollen face, his family jewels crushed by Jiang Che, and his lower half kicked into a bloody mess. The world had gained another eunuch.
With a desperate roar, he passed out from the pain.
"Tch—"
Jiang Che shrugged. What did you expect, dumbass? I’m the villain here—since when do villains play fair?
Well then, what’ll it be? Gang up or one-on-one?
If it’s a gang-up, it’ll be all the Jiang Family’s martial artists ganging up on you alone.
If it’s one-on-one, it’ll be you taking on all the Jiang Family’s martial artists by yourself.
Either way, Jiang Che was all about shamelessness.
Truth be told, a Child of Fortune like Ye Qing should’ve been insanely strong in combat. If not for that grandmaster from the Kunlun Sect stepping in to suppress him earlier, even seven or eight peak-level martial artists wouldn’t have been able to hold him down.
But no matter how much of a prodigy Ye Qing was, no matter how monstrous his talent, there was no way he could leap an entire major realm to defeat a grandmaster!
In ancient martial arts, every level was like an insurmountable chasm. To reach the grandmaster level, one had to forge their own martial path, comprehend their own martial domain, and extend their energy hundreds of meters—killing enemies across a river was child’s play.
Take Jiang Che’s grandfather, Jiang Yunhuang, for example. Over a decade ago, he’d once killed a grandmaster from the Land of Cherry Blossoms with a single palm strike across a river.
In the Dragon Country, there were nearly two hundred peak-level martial artists on record—and who knew how many more unrecorded ones lurked in the wild. But grandmasters? Only five existed!
Not even a hundred peak-level martial artists could take on a grandmaster—Child of Fortune or not.
Unless, of course, he had access to the ultimate truth—like, say... the Dongfeng missile series.
......
Ye Qing was dragged away like a dead dog.
Soon, the banquet resumed as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che took a seat at one of the dining tables.
"Hmph~ You went way too hard on him. You really are a freak," came the unmistakable voice of Yu Wan'er.
Jiang Che smirked. "Oh? And just how ‘hard’ I am... shouldn’t you know best?"
Yu Wan’er instantly choked, teeth gritted as she glared at him.
"Alright, everyone full? Let’s hit up some fun spots in the capital this afternoon." Jiang Che pinched Yu Wan’er’s cheek and glanced around.
Ye Mengyao raised her hand excitedly. "Jiang Che, I heard there’s a new amusement park in the capital—it’s got an 80-meter-tall roller coaster! Super intense..."
Qin Qiaoqiao chimed in, her big, beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement.
Qiangwei and Bai Jie both nodded in agreement.
Only Yu Wan’er paled. For all her usual bravado—like riding roughshod over Jiang Che—she was secretly the biggest scaredy-cat of them all. Haunted houses were her worst nightmare, followed closely by roller coasters.
Jiang Che snapped his fingers. "Perfect! We’ll hit the haunted house first, then the roller coaster, followed by bungee jumping. After resting overnight... tomorrow, we’re going skydiving!"
Yu Wan’er: "..."
Skydiving?!
Are you trying to kill me?!
Just the thought of it made her feel like fainting on the spot.
......
After the banquet, Jiang Yunhuang approached Jiang Che with Jiang Ruoxu in tow, followed by several Jiang Family elders.
"Grandfather, what’s up?"
Jiang Che smiled politely at the white-bearded old man before him.
Half-step into the Heaven-Breaking stage!
Undeniably one of the pinnacle existences in the Dragon Country’s ancient martial arts world.
The martial ranks were as follows:
Manifested Force → Dark Force → Transform Force → Energy Force (Grandmaster) → Heavenly Force (Grandmaster)
Grandmasters were also known as Heavenly Force practitioners, but these were still within the realm of mortal martial arts.
Beyond that lay the divine—the realm of Martial Divinity.
Between Grandmaster and Martial Divinity, however, there was a transitional stage: the Heaven-Breaking stage. Breaking through the Heavenly Force to touch the divine.
Jiang Yunhuang was currently halfway there. But with Earth’s spiritual energy long depleted, taking that final step would be harder than scaling the heavens.
Jiang Yunhuang’s expression was grave.
"Che’er, that troublemaker Ye Qing from earlier... what do you plan to do with him?"
Jiang Che tilted his head. "Could just let him go. He’s practically crippled anyway."
Honestly, even if Ye Qing were released, Jiang Che wouldn’t lose sleep over it.
Did they think Monkey was just for show?
Monkey’s hacking skills allowed real-time surveillance of Ye Qing’s movements. With the Dragon Country’s omnipresent surveillance network, there was no escaping Monkey’s watch.
Besides, Jiang Che had just acquired three Heavenly Force peak-level puppets. He could easily spare one to tail Ye Qing.
Jiang Che also knew that Ye Qing’s masters had left him treasures—including hundreds of tons of gold and rare antiques worth billions.
And you bet I’m snatching those.
This intel came from the Book of Laws and Numbers, though its fragments couldn’t reveal everything yet. True omniscience was still far off.
So, for now, Ye Qing would make a perfect treasure-hunting rat.
"Che’er, Ruoxu told me something earlier. He’s seen this man in the Forbidden Martial Zone. He likely came from... beyond the ‘Gate.’"
At this, Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed.
"The Gate?"
"Indeed. The Dragon Country has five Forbidden Martial Zones—training grounds of sorts. Cultivation there is faster, but danger lurks everywhere."
"Each zone is guarded by one of the five grandmasters: the Kunlun Sect’s leader, the Wudang Sect’s leader, the Shaolin Sect’s leader, the Ancient Martial Arts Ai Family, and our own Jiang Family of the capital."
"Legends speak of a ‘Gate’ within these zones. Ye Qing probably emerged from it. Earlier, he kept boasting about his ‘invincible masters’..."
Jiang Ruoxu, silent until now, spoke up. "Brother, letting him go is like releasing a tiger back to the mountains. Why not just...?"
The boy drew a finger across his throat. Clearly, Jiang Ruoxu was a devious little schemer.
Jiang Che’s lips twitched. Seriously? You refused to fight him earlier, but now you want him dead?
"A tiger? Please. At best, he’s a house cat."
Jiang Che’s smile was dripping with disdain.
With the Book of Laws and Numbers, he could foresee the broader picture. And he still held plenty of aces up his sleeve.
Ye Qing’s biggest trump cards?
His eighteen masters.
But here’s the kicker—none of them could cross over to this world.
His other advantage? The storage pouch from his second master, stuffed with goodies.
Yet his storage pouch had inexplicably gone missing.
To make matters worse, it had somehow ended up in Jiang Che's pocket.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
