The Three Pavilions—Heaven, Earth, and... Mortal?
Just the Mortal Pavilion alone housed so many formidable experts. The Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion were beyond his wildest imagination.
"So, how does one enter the Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion?"
Ye Qing had only just arrived in the Mortal Pavilion, yet he was already itching to climb higher. After all, even crabs try to crawl from the 35-yuan-per-catty basket to the 38-yuan one!
What more for a proud Son of Destiny?
Ye Fanchen scoffed dismissively.
"Barring some miracle... both of us are probably stuck in the Mortal Pavilion forever. Our fates are predetermined by destiny. The truly exceptional ones are all in the Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion."
Ye Qing frowned. "But my master said... the Mortal Realm has no spiritual energy left. Even the most gifted martial prodigies can only reach the peak of Grandmaster at best."
"Pfft. Your master just lacks knowledge. Typical!" Ye Fanchen sneered arrogantly.
Ye Qing’s temper flared instantly. Insult him all you want, but never insult his master!
"What, you disagree? Our Destiny Society has existed for centuries. Ever since a mighty sage severed the connection between heaven and earth, cutting off the dragon veins and extinguishing spiritual energy, the Earth Pavilion and Heaven Pavilion have been completely isolated from the Mortal Realm..."
Hearing this, the fire in Ye Qing’s heart was instantly doused.
Hiss... He didn’t fully understand, but he was thoroughly awed!
At the very least, this Destiny Society had an impressive background.
This might just be the heaven-sent opportunity he’d been waiting for!
"But... surely my destiny isn’t limited to the Mortal Pavilion? I have quite the impressive background—I’m backed by 18 powerful masters!"
"My first master is a mysterious Transcendent expert, my second master is the White Jade Sword Immortal Li Changfeng, my third master is the Ghosthand Divine Physician..."
Admittedly, Ye Qing was a rebellious and overconfident guy. Though he didn’t even know the name of the "Loan Hero," he’d already subconsciously adopted him as his first master.
And just like that, Ye Qing spilled his entire backstory.
Ye Fanchen’s pupils shrank as he scrutinized the young man before him.
No wonder he had reached the Grandmaster Perfection stage at such a young age—his destiny was this high?
By all rights, someone with this level of fortune should qualify for the Earth Pavilion. But alas... after the severance of heaven and earth, he was stuck wandering the Mortal Realm.
"Hah, you think your masters are impressive? Let me be blunt—they’re nothing special!"
Ye Fanchen, ever the Son of Destiny, never missed a chance to show off—even if he had to force one.
"Let me tell you... in the rankings of us Destiny-Bearers, relying on masters is the weakest path. The real elites are those bound to a System!"
"A... System?" Ye Qing latched onto the unfamiliar term.
"Exactly! Those with Systems are the true legends. They just sit back and let the System spoon-feed them power. Take our Mortal Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, for example—he has a 'Check-In System.' All he has to do is check in at different locations daily to receive rewards."
"And... how strong is the Pavilion Master?" Ye Qing grew even more excited. Getting stronger without cultivation? That was downright broken!
"He doesn’t practice martial arts. He’s a pure superhuman, wielding multiple abilities like thunder and fire. With just a wave of his hand... he can slay a Grandmaster."
"Hiss—"
As Ye Qing and Ye Fanchen conversed, more people trickled into the base.
All of them were young, with arrogant smirks plastered across their faces, radiating disdain.
"Reporting to the Deputy Pavilion Master, among the newly recruited Destiny-Bearers, only one has a System—and it’s a pretty weak one: the 'Great Director System.'"
The Deputy Pavilion Master stepped forward, his expression indifferent.
His gaze swept over the newcomers, noting their signature smirks, and his eyes darkened.
"Slap them!"
In the next instant, several black-robed figures materialized beside the recruits, delivering sharp slaps across their faces.
The Sons of Destiny were stunned.
Rage ignited in their hearts instantly!
"First rule of the Destiny Society: No smirking."
The Deputy Pavilion Master had presence—his mere entrance silenced the entire room.
Including Ye Qing.
He had a gut feeling: he stood no chance against this man.
The Deputy Pavilion Master scanned the group before settling on the one with the 'Great Director System.'
"Your name?"
"Qin Hao!"
"Good. Starting tomorrow, we’ll provide you with substantial funding for film production. But you’ll hand over 70% of your System rewards to the Society."
This wasn’t a negotiation—it was an order.
Then, the Deputy Pavilion Master removed his sunglasses.
"All System users will receive tailored support to maximize efficiency in claiming rewards. Far more effective than going solo."
Clearly, the Destiny Society had been around long enough to industrialize System exploitation.
Of everything said, Ye Qing grasped one key takeaway:
System users were the real elites—far superior to his 18 masters.
......
Early morning.
Jiang Che brought Qin Qiaoqiao back home for a visit.
Even though they’d be attending university in Hangzhou, once classes started... Qin Qiaoqiao might not return for months.
After all, a married daughter is like spilled water—gone for good.
"Jiang Che, there’s no need to bring so much. My parents don’t really like these precious Vermilion Fruits anyway~"
Hmph. Qin Qiaoqiao’s loyalty was already swaying toward her man.
Jiang Che reached out and flicked her nose playfully.
"Don’t give me a daughter in the future. If she inherits your rebellious streak, I’ll die of frustration. Better to have a son who can torment someone else’s daughter."
Qin Qiaoqiao’s face flushed crimson.
Her small hands clutched at the hem of her clothes.
...
This time, Jiang Che brought plenty of gifts for Qin Qiaoqiao’s family.
Even two bottles of Youth Preservation Elixir and several Vermilion Fruits.
You respect me, I respect you tenfold.
If they didn’t appreciate the gesture?
Well, they’d just be a bunch of ungrateful old fools.
"Hehe, Young Master Jiang, you shouldn’t have brought gifts just for visiting!"
Wang Lili’s face blossomed into a chrysanthemum-wide grin the moment she saw Jiang Che.
Her attitude toward him had done a complete 180.
Once disdainful, now obsequious—like the toxic mother-in-law from those revenge fantasy novels.
Jiang Che smiled humbly. "Teacher Wang, you’ve been doing well lately, I see."
Wang Lili froze, immediately catching his implication.
Doing well? She’d been soaring to new heights!
She never knew power could be this intoxicating.
"Jiang Che, you must be joking. How has my Qiaoqiao been lately?"
Wang Lili turned her gaze toward her daughter.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Teacher Wang, are you referring to Qiaoqiao's depression?"
"Her hypersexuality disorder has indeed improved quite a bit."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
