Anti-Ancient Martial Particle Weapons—these were absolutely a top-tier killing tool for Jiang Che!
From the incident where Ye Qing summoned her master's phantom using a necklace, Jiang Che had already grasped one thing: the gates across the future Blue Star world would inevitably open, and a group of formidable ancient martial artists would descend upon the planet.
Ye Qing's eighteen masters were all at least at the Shattering Heaven stage, with the eldest master even half-step into the Divine Passage realm. Yet, they had still been imprisoned in the Immortal Prison.
Thus, Jiang Che had to prepare in advance. These anti-ancient martial weapons were incredibly powerful. While they might not be very effective against ordinary people, they had exceptional strike capabilities against ancient martial artists.
Some weapons were even labeled as capable of killing Divine Passage martial artists!
The stronger the weapon, the more exorbitant its cost. Many of the raw materials weren’t easy to obtain.
"Ningqiu, acquiring these materials will definitely be difficult for you. I’m afraid it won’t be completed in the short term," Jiang Che said, sitting on the sofa while Leng Ningqiu nestled in his arms, flipping through the documents he had provided.
To Leng Ningqiu, Jiang Che’s tasks were like imperial decrees.
"You’ve worked hard lately," Jiang Che gently smoothed her long hair.
The woman smiled sweetly. "As long as Master is happy, Ningqiu has no complaints."
Just look—where else could you find such a capable and utterly devoted wife?
Even a sports car needed fuel, but Leng Ningqiu only required an infusion of Jiang Che’s... energy.
...
Las Vegas, inside a certain casino.
Yang Ming, who had won 17 consecutive rounds, was the center of attention. With his X-ray vision, he could effortlessly win any bet!
The gambling table had long become dull and tedious for him.
"Young man, your luck is incredible. Seventeen straight wins—I haven’t seen anyone this lucky in years," a casino staff member slowly approached Yang Ming.
Yang Ming looked up, his eyes darkening slightly. He knew it was time to leave.
When he first entered the Las Vegas casino, he had only brought $20. But in just two short hours, he had earned a staggering $27 million?
No, no—he was even more impressive than Chen Daozai back in the day. He had made $270 million!
Still, it was time to quit while he was ahead. If he kept going, the casino might not let him walk away.
Not that he was afraid. Though Yang Ming was a weakling, he had brought backup!
His teammate Chen Hao might be a little unreliable, but he was, after all, a grandmaster-level martial artist. Protecting Yang Ming wouldn’t be a problem.
Yang Ming left the table and dialed Chen Hao.
The other end of the call immediately delivered indecent noises. "Ohhh~ right there! Only foreign girls know how to give a proper massage!"
Clearly, Chen Hao had already taken Yang Ming’s winnings and gone off to enjoy himself.
For some reason, Yang Ming’s heart sank. He had a feeling Chen Hao was being unreliable again.
"Should I keep gambling? I think I’m being watched..."
Chen Hao’s voice on the other end was impatient. "What’s there to fear? I’ve got your back. Don’t forget—I’m a grandmaster! Even if you get caught cheating, I can get you out easily."
"What’s $270 million? If you don’t make $2.7 billion, I’ll look down on you."
Hearing Chen Hao’s words, Yang Ming felt a little more confident.
"Alright then, Brother Chen. Today, I’ll go all out and play big."
After hanging up, Chen Hao’s gaze deepened, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, the two blonde foreign masseuses beside him asked curiously, "Handsome, your friend is amazing! He made $270 million in such a short time—is he possessed by the God of Gambling?"
"Yeah, yeah! If your friend’s that good, you must be incredible too, right? We heard you’re some kind of grandmaster—is that true?"
Who could resist the adoring gazes of two beauties?
Chen Hao burst into laughter. "Him? He’s nothing special. Just a cheater—but his method’s different. He doesn’t use his hands... he uses his eyes."
"Without those eyes, he’s worthless!"
Hearing this, the two blondes subtly exchanged glances.
"Ohhh~ Handsome, you trust us so much? Aren’t you afraid we’ll snitch?" one of the busty blondes cooed.
"What does it matter if you know? Even high-speed cameras can’t catch him cheating. Unless... someone quietly digs out his eyes."
[Ding! Host successfully screws over a teammate—earns 10,000 Screw-Over Points.]
Hearing the system’s notification, Chen Hao couldn’t suppress his grin.
Though he and Yang Ming had been good brothers for weeks, in Chen Hao’s eyes, Yang Ming’s X-ray vision was only worth 10,000 Screw-Over Points.
And according to the system’s mission, crippling Yang Ming’s X-ray vision would net him another 100,000.
...
Back in the casino, Yang Ming was on a roll—going all-in and winning $600 million in a single bet!
Dozens of people surrounded him. Nearly all the casino staff had gathered, including the floor manager.
Undercover dealers and security kept their eyes locked on Yang Ming.
This guy had already taken $1.3 billion from their casino—an unprecedented loss that would make their bosses furious. Even if it meant ruining their reputation, they couldn’t let Yang Ming leave alive with the money.
He had to be cheating, but none of them could figure out how.
Just then, a blonde woman hurried over and whispered something to the casino manager.
"So he is a cheater. Seems we’ve met a master today," the man muttered, his gaze turning ruthless as he glared at Yang Ming. "Whatever you took, you’re spitting it all back out today!"
...
Soon, Yang Ming was swimming in cash.
With Chen Hao backing him, he went all out—earning $3 billion. In U.S. dollars!
In the past, Yang Ming had only made millions or tens of millions. This time, he was on cloud nine.
But just as he was about to leave, he was stopped.
The other gamblers in the casino immediately understood—this guy wasn’t walking out today. What good was earning all that money if you couldn’t take it with you? He might even lose his life.
"What do you want?" Yang Ming tightened his grip on the black card, forcing himself to stay calm.
But facing dozens of people, he was terrified.
He should’ve spent more points in the headquarters’ shop to exchange for some life-saving skills.
Still, he had Chen Hao to protect him!
"What do we want? You really think we didn’t notice you cheating? No one’s luck is that insane—thirty-something straight wins without a single loss!"
"What? Never seen someone with god-tier gambling skills before?" Yang Ming retorted coolly.
"If you suck, then practice more. If you can't handle it, don't play. This is gambling—what the hell do you know about it?"
The casino manager's face twisted with fury. "Gambling? Gambling my ass! Get him!"
A swarm of enforcers rushed forward at once!
"What's wrong with you? Can't take a loss?"
"Chen Hao!!! Chen Hao, save me!!!"
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!
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?!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
