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."
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
