Xu Rong was completely stunned.
The guy who could phase through walls and burrow underground was someone he recognized—a frequent offender who used his supernatural abilities to sneak into women's bathrooms and bathhouses.
Though only an E-rank superhuman, he had left quite an impression on everyone in the Transcendents' Association.
"Chen Hao, the Dragon Nation has developed an Internal Energy Suppression Device capable of sealing the abilities of superhumans below A-rank. It also exerts significant pressure on ancient martial artists. Your strength must be affected too, right? Be careful when handling missions..."
"Return to headquarters immediately. We need to discuss relocating our base to the Ancient Martial World—where the device’s effects won’t reach..."
Chen Hao scratched his head in confusion.
Internal Energy Suppression Device? It could suppress ancient martial artists?
Why hadn’t he felt anything at all?
At his current early-stage Grandmaster level, he should’ve noticed something!
But for now, Chen Hao kept his thoughts to himself.
After hanging up, he searched online and was instantly shocked.
"So that’s why Ji Bochang got stuck in the wall—the device nullified his phasing ability, leading to such a gruesome death."
"What a shame, Ji Bochang... Your luck really ran out, huh~"
Chen Hao glanced at Ji Bochang’s corpse—his upper half wedged tightly into the wall, leaving only his waist and legs exposed.
If it had been a pretty girl, it might’ve been a prime opportunity to take advantage. But alas... it was just some dude.
And a dead one at that.
"Wait, why am I unaffected?"
Chen Hao muttered to himself, growing increasingly excited.
Could he be the legendary Chosen One?
Yes, he must be the pinnacle of fate itself! Why else would he be the only one untouched while other "Children of Destiny" suffered?
Plus, his "Scam God System" even allowed him to exploit the luck of other chosen ones. Did that mean... his status was far higher than he thought?
[Ding! It’s just a little perk from your system. Host, stay low-key for now. While the Transcendents' Association is weakened, you can scam them to your heart’s content.]
The system’s voice echoed in Chen Hao’s ears, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"Dad, you’re truly my real dad!"
Chen Hao’s gaze shifted craftily before a smirk curled on his lips. "If I’m unaffected... doesn’t that mean Jiang Che’s power is also crippled now?"
The mere thought sent his grin spiraling out of control. "Hahaha... Jiang Che, you bastard, how does it feel to have the tables turned?"
His mood soared.
Now, he could finally reclaim all the dignity he’d lost in front of Jiang Che!
Not that he planned to defeat him outright—just forcing Jiang Che to bow and apologize would be enough.
......
Meanwhile, near a sewer in Hangcheng’s urban district—
Clang!
A manhole cover was pushed aside.
A disheveled young man poked his head out.
Rain poured heavily, pelting his face as he emerged.
"Finally! I’m free!"
Ye Qing spread his arms wide, trembling with euphoria. His shouts soon dissolved into choked sobs—tears of overwhelming relief.
No one could fathom the horrors he’d endured in just over a week.
It was... a living nightmare!
A peak Grandmaster, trained by 18 supreme masters, a transcendent from beyond the Gate—he was supposed to be invincible. Yet he’d ended up... overwhelmed by burly men.
"This grudge... I’ll remember it."
Ye Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with uncontainable fury.
If not for the sudden weakening of ancient martial artists’ internal energy—which let him seize the chance to steal a key, break his chains, and escape—he might’ve been trapped forever, enduring humiliation.
"Jiang Che! The Jiang Family of the capital! I swear, I’ll make you pay!"
His voice was hoarse, a clear testament to the torment he’d suffered.
......
"Hm? Ye Qing escaped? Noted."
Jiang Che received the call from Brother Qiang shortly after Ye Qing’s "jailbreak."
Little did Ye Qing know, the men who’d abducted and violated him were Jiang Che’s subordinates.
Jiang Che wasn’t particularly concerned.
Ye Qing was already under his thumb. After Brother Qiang’s "hospitality," the Shattering Heaven-stage puppet tailing Ye Qing had not only stayed close but also secretly recorded compromising footage of his ordeal.
If leaked, Ye Qing’s reputation would be obliterated!
And since Jiang Che had a knack for "helping" others, he’d instructed Monkey to release the videos with a fitting caption:
[The Most Tragic Grandmaster in History? Neutralized by the "Mortal Equality Device," Then Violated?]
Admittedly, he had a talent for catchy titles.
Coincidentally, the Dragon Nation’s new policies had recently pushed "ancient martial artists" into the spotlight.
Ye Qing went viral overnight!
As for doubts about his Grandmaster status?
Impossible. He was already on the wanted list, with a staggering 21-million bounty!
Now, his infamy spread like wildfire across gossip forums.
"Damn, is this for real? Did this Grandmaster piss someone off? How else could he end up like this?"
"Suddenly, Grandmasters don’t seem so untouchable anymore. Kudos to the ‘Mortal Equality Device’—no more privileges for martial artists!"
"Though... this Grandmaster’s kinda handsome. Lowkey tempted."
"Uh, sis... you’re thirsty—wait, you’re a dude???"
......
Ye Qing was shell-shocked. "You monsters! Ruining my name with these recordings!"
Seeing his humiliation spread online, he finally snapped.
"My face is ruined. I can’t show it anymore."
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a lifelike mask from his pocket. With a few adjustments, it morphed into a flawless disguise.
Then, he pressed it onto his face—instantly transforming his features into...
Jiang Che’s.
Ye Qing’s mastery of disguise was impeccable. The resemblance was uncanny.
A wicked excitement surged through him. With Jiang Che’s face, he could wreak havoc, tarnish his name, and—best of all—defile every beautiful woman around him.
After the torment he’d suffered, this was the perfect revenge!
"Heh, Jiang Che... since you ruined me, you won’t mind if I borrow your face for some mischief, right?"
"Keh keh keh—"
But just as his glee peaked, a ghostly voice whispered behind him.
"Sorry, our young master minds."
Ye Qing: "!!!"
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...
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?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
