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!!!"
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?"
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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...
