"Oh? What level are they at? The Sky-Shattering Stage!" Jiang Che smirked.
"Sky... Sky-Shattering Stage?" Chen Ningshuang's mind spun in disbelief.
This was beyond her knowledge. Though she had devoured ancient texts and could recite the intricacies of martial cultivation like the back of her hand, her understanding of power levels only extended as far as the Grandmaster realm—what was known as the Heavenly Force!
She knew the Grandmaster realm wasn’t the pinnacle, but anything beyond had always been lumped into the vague category of "legendary realms."
"Exactly. Beyond the Grandmaster realm lies the Sky-Shattering Stage, the crucial step toward becoming a Martial God," Jiang Che explained, his gaze lingering on Chen Ningshuang.
Where on earth had she bought that nightgown?
Especially from the side—the way it clung to her curves, teasingly revealing just enough to make a man’s nose bleed... It was downright lethal!
"Martial God?" Every word only deepened Chen Ningshuang’s thirst for knowledge.
Jiang Che pulled her into his arms and began elaborating on the Sky-Shattering Stage and the so-called Divine Ascension realm.
The more he spoke, the more excited she became. Now, she had a new goal—to reach the pinnacle of martial divinity.
Of course, Chen Ningshuang was no fool. She knew relying on her own talent alone wouldn’t cut it.
Only with Jiang Che’s help... could she glimpse the summit of martial arts.
"Jiang Che... will you help me? I want to become a Martial Goddess. And then, you’ll be my 'Divine Knight'!"
Jiang Che: "......"
Damn, where had this girl learned such tricks? Had she awakened some kind of fox-spirit charm?
How the hell was anyone supposed to resist this?
Well, Jiang Che certainly couldn’t!
......
Ye Qing had regained his confidence.
Though certain... parts no longer belonged to him, and any future offspring would carry another man’s bloodline, Ye Qing wasn’t afraid. He didn’t care about heirs—he only craved strength!
"Hmph... the Jiang family of the capital, was it? Sooner or later, I’ll settle this score."
Ye Qing clenched his fists.
When he raised his eyes, towering urban structures surrounded him.
"Time flies... I was only six when I left home, and now, twenty years have passed. The Dragon Nation has developed so rapidly!"
A wave of nostalgia washed over him.
Then, his stomach growled.
"Ah, only by reaching the Sky-Shattering Stage can one achieve the ability to fast. The path of cultivation is long and arduous."
With that, he entered a small restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and devoured them eagerly.
But soon, embarrassment struck—when it was time to pay, he patted his pockets and realized he had no money.
Ye Qing, a novice in the mortal world, had nothing on him.
And modern Dragon Nation relied on QR code payments—something far too advanced for him.
The restaurant owner narrowed his eyes at Ye Qing’s predicament.
"What? Trying to skip out on the bill?"
Ye Qing flared up. "Do I look like someone who dines and dashes?"
He just... didn’t have money!
Then, a ghostly voice whispered in his ear.
"Young man, can’t afford your meal?"
"Who?!" Ye Qing erupted, unleashing a surge of violent internal energy.
When he looked up, a middle-aged man in a blue high-collared suit stood before him, smiling faintly.
Ye Qing’s instincts screamed danger.
How had this man appeared beside him without a sound?!
Even as a former Peak Grandmaster (though his strength was still recovering), no one at that level should’ve been able to sneak up on him.
Was this a Grandmaster from the capital’s Jiang family?
[Damn those Jiangs! Can’t they leave me alone after just a day or two?!]
The suited man chuckled warmly at Ye Qing’s tension, then turned to the owner.
"I’ll cover his bill."
Generous. Extremely generous.
Ye Qing was stunned but remained wary.
"Hand over your phone—"
"Phone? What phone?" Ye Qing blinked in confusion—only to feel a blur of movement as the man frisked him at inhuman speed.
The suited man frowned. "No phone?"
"What the hell did you just do?!" Ye Qing was on the verge of a breakdown.
This... was the mortal world?
When he left prison, his Ninth Master had said: Go wild. The strongest in the mortal world only reach the peak Grandmaster realm. You’ll be invincible in no time.
But now? Invincible his ass!
Even some random passerby was unfathomably powerful!
"No phone? Doesn’t matter—I’ve got other ways." The man’s smile deepened.
"Sir, cooperate with me. I just need to scan your face for identification..."
"Scan my what—"
"Done!" The man’s grin widened. Another successful transaction!
But then, his expression froze.
"Wanted criminal?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
This was the first time the "Loan Hero" had ever been so rattled. After processing thousands of loans, this was his first failure—and it stung.
His cheerful demeanor vanished as he whipped out his phone.
"Hello, police? This is Fugitive #07214. I was processing a loan for someone when I realized he’s on your wanted list. Arrest him immediately. I’m at XXX Street, XXX Road."
He hung up and vanished like the wind, leaving Ye Qing bewildered.
"What the hell just happened?"
Though confused, Ye Qing sensed danger. If the police were coming, he wasn’t sticking around.
He bolted.
......
Hours later, on a suburban roadside.
Ye Qing emerged from a sewer grate.
"Pathetic mortal world. A Peak Grandmaster like me, reduced to being a fugitive?"
"But I still need money. This world truly is vulgar—without cash, you can’t take a single step!"
"Think I’m just some penniless loser?"
Ye Qing smirked. One of his eighteen masters was obscenely wealthy, leaving him mountains of gold, jewels, and antiques in the mortal world.
Hundreds of tons of gold alone!
As for the police’s wanted notice? Ye Qing scoffed. Another of his masters was a movement master, skilled in mystical evasion techniques. Catching him? Not a chance.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
