Could it be a spiritual energy resurgence?
But Jiang Che quickly dismissed this speculation.
As a grandmaster at the peak of his cultivation, if he couldn’t even sense the changes of a spiritual energy resurgence, wouldn’t that make him utterly useless?
"But since the Pavilion Master said so, there must be something fishy going on here."
From Ye Qing’s case alone, it was clear that behind that door lay connections to other minor worlds. And then there was the mysterious "elder sister" residing in his little cousin’s ring—a soul entity whose strength was undoubtedly formidable.
Even if there was no spiritual energy resurgence in the future, following the tropes of traditional novels, all sorts of supernatural beings would inevitably cross over from other dimensions.
He had to prepare for the worst!
What if these powerful figures started wreaking havoc with their godlike abilities?
Turning Earth into a chaotic mess was one thing, but disturbing Jiang Che’s peaceful life? That was a problem of an entirely different magnitude!
At this point, Jiang Che had no other ambitions. He was content with toying with the so-called "chosen ones" and using his influence to make life difficult for them in all sorts of creative ways.
...
Hangzhou Police Station.
"Yanran-jie, there’s another case of ancient martial artists assaulting civilians in the southern district," reported a young officer hurriedly.
Wang Yanran sat at her desk, massaging her temples. Her hair was dry and split, and dark circles hung heavily under her eyes. She looked utterly exhausted.
"Understood. Send someone to investigate and keep reporting the situation to higher-ups," she sighed after a long pause.
Over the past two months, the number of ancient martial artists in the country had surged. Most were rogue cultivators—unaffiliated with any sect—and their cultivation levels weren’t particularly high, mostly Early Stage Dark Force or Middle Stage Dark Force.
Martial artists at this level were the most prone to arrogance. With a little power, they began disregarding the law. That’s why the nation strictly regulated martial sects, enforcing collective punishment—if one disciple broke the rules, the entire sect would be held accountable!
But now... the number of rogue cultivators had multiplied several times over, and naturally, the crime rate had risen alongside them.
"What a troublesome time..." Wang Yanran sighed deeply.
Just then—"Yanran-jie, someone’s here to see you! It’s your little sweetheart!"
It was the same petite officer with a bun hairstyle, her tone teasing.
Wang Yanran froze, then a faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she glared at the young officer.
"Little Cui, if you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll assign you to night shifts for a month!"
Little Cui stuck out her tongue playfully. "Pfft, go on then, go see your sweetheart..."
With that, she tugged Wang Yanran out of her seat.
"Yanran-jie, it’s already off-duty hours. I hereby unilaterally declare... your overtime is revoked. Go have some fun with your little sweetheart!"
"You—!" Wang Yanran was momentarily speechless.
And the so-called "sweetheart"? Naturally, it was Jiang Che!
"Jiang... Jiang Che, what brings you here?"
Wang Yanran glanced at him, then instinctively smoothed her hair, trying to appear less disheveled.
"What? Can’t I visit?"
"From the way you’re talking, Yanran-jie... it sounds like you’re blaming me?"
Jiang Che stepped closer, his tone playful.
"Tch, who’d blame you? Go have fun with your little girlfriends instead!"
Wang Yanran shot him a sharp glare, but the jealousy and resentment in her voice were palpable even from a distance.
"Yanran-jie, you look exhausted lately."
Jiang Che took her hand in his. Despite being a police officer, Wang Yanran didn’t frequently handle firearms, so her hands remained soft and delicate.
"Ugh..." She sighed in frustration.
"Hey, Jiang Che, isn’t your grandfather the head of the Ancient Martial Artists Association?" she asked, lifting her gaze.
"Yeah, why? Need something?"
"Recently, crimes involving rogue martial artists have tripled or even quadrupled nationwide. My dad and the provincial officials are tearing their hair out over it. Since your grandfather is the association’s leader..."
Jiang Che’s eyes narrowed slightly. Before coming here, he’d had his subordinate Monkey investigate the situation—and the results were shocking.
The number of ancient martial artists across the country had surged, and most were ordinary people who had suddenly gained power.
This wasn’t a spiritual energy resurgence!
But more martial artists inevitably meant more threats to social stability. Scholars disrupt order with words; warriors break laws with force!
Once people gained power, the demons locked within their hearts would inevitably break free. That’s why crimes involving martial artists had always been high.
And this was precisely why Jiang Che had come.
He had once obtained a reward from his system: blueprints for Anti-Martial Particle Weaponry.
These blueprints detailed 116 different offensive and defensive weapons. Their designs weren’t complicated—modern human technology could easily produce them.
Some were downright bizarre, but without exception... every single one was designed to counter martial artists and superhumans!
Mortal Equalizer: When activated, all martial artists and superhumans within a 10-kilometer radius revert to ordinary humans (effective against those below grandmaster level, and ignores protagonist halo effects).
Anti-Energy Bullet Coating: Applied to bullets, this coating allows them to penetrate inner energy barriers and martial domains.
Qi Stagnation Agent: Loaded into artificial rain dispersal systems, this compound significantly slows the flow of inner energy in martial artists...
Just look at these things—every single one was tailor-made to suppress martial artists!
Of course, there were also lethal weapons designed for high-level fighters. Even a Heaven-Shattering Realm expert could be taken down effortlessly.
Jiang Che had always been cautious, so he’d prepared... a few contingencies. When the so-called "Chosen Ones Association" emerged, he’d secretly ordered his subordinates to manufacture a small batch of these weapons.
Now... he planned to hand a few of these treasures over to the national authorities.
These unruly martial artists needed to be put in their place!
Ahem... Of course, these weapons had no effect on Jiang Che or his allies. As system-derived technology, he controlled the source code—he was the one who made the rules!
Dear martial artist friends, it’s not that I’m betraying you. For the sake of social order and national prosperity... just endure it, okay?
Jiang Che let out a sinister chuckle.
What? Calling me a hypocrite? Buddy, I’m already playing the villain here... What even is "personal integrity"? Can you eat it?
"Yanran-jie, do you want a promotion?" Jiang Che wrapped an arm around Wang Yanran’s waist, his hand wandering freely.
She didn’t resist his advances—after all, they’d gone much further before.
"A promotion? If I wanted one, I could’ve been transferred to the municipal bureau long ago," she replied flatly.
"Then let me rephrase—do you want the means to easily suppress martial artists?"
Wang Yanran frowned. "Suppress martial artists? We already have that—guns. Firearms can kill most martial artists."
Jiang Che shook his head, his smile growing even more mysterious.
"Yanran-jie, you still don’t get what I mean..."
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
