Xiao Chen felt as if struck by lightning!
He couldn’t believe what Ji Ningxue had just said!
The first half of her words—filled with insults and humiliation—rolled off his back. After all, he’d endured plenty of verbal abuse as the live-in son-in-law of the Ji family. But the second half of her sentence sent his entire world into chaos.
Ningxue actually said she’d found the love of her life? And that person wasn’t him!
A crushing sense of crisis surged through him as he recalled how his Indestructible Golden Body had been glowing green for days.
Suddenly, it hit him—could Ningxue have… fallen for another man behind his back?
Once the thought took root, it refused to leave his mind!
“Ningxue… what are you saying? Stop joking around… I know you hated the meek version of me, but I’m done hiding it—I’m actually incredible!”
“Ningxue, I’m actually the Drag—” Xiao Chen cut himself off mid-sentence, hesitating.
Right now, no one could vouch for his identity as the Dragon King.
That left him with only one card to play—his status as the heir to the world’s richest man!
Staggering to his feet, Xiao Chen walked over to the black Bugatti Veyron parked nearby and slapped its hood.
“Ningxue, no more lies. I’m the long-lost son of Xiao Chuan, the world’s wealthiest man!”
Before Ji Ningxue could even react, the employees gathered around burst into laughter.
“Yeah right! Since when does Xiao Chuan have a son? Never heard of it!”
“The richest man just reunited with three long-lost daughters recently. Who the hell are you?”
Their mockery ignited Xiao Chen’s fury.
He pointed at his Bugatti, then pulled out a black card from his pocket—a rare, ultra-exclusive card recently reissued to him.
“See this? A black card! And this Bugatti Veyron? Worth 50 million! Plus, I’ve got over 900 million left in my account—all pocket money from my dad!”
His face flushed red as he shouted, finally letting loose the grand reveal.
Once, he’d despised Xiao Chuan as nothing more than a sperm donor. But now, he wished the man would teleport here just so he could call him “Dad” in front of everyone.
Admittedly, the Bugatti was an intimidating flex—after all, a 50-million-dollar hypercar wasn’t something you could just rent.
But just as the crowd wavered, a van pulled up.
Six or seven burly men in black stepped out. The leader approached Xiao Chen.
“Sir, your Bugatti rental period has expired. We’re here to repossess it.”
Xiao Chen froze.
This car was a gift from Xiao Chuan—how could it be rented?
Impossible!
Xiao Chuan was the richest man alive. He wouldn’t rent his own son a car!
The leader gestured to the tow truck behind him. “Take it.”
Panic set in. If they towed the car now, he’d be exposed as a fraud!
“Who dares touch my car?!”
Xiao Chen roared, unleashing his Grandmaster-level aura.
But before he could even flex, the leader raised a hand—and an overwhelming pressure crushed Xiao Chen’s energy, sending him flying with a single slap!
Mid-air, Xiao Chen mustered all his strength and yelled:
“Ten Thousand Warriors, assemble!”
In an instant, four hulking figures—each over eight feet tall and rippling with monstrous muscles—appeared out of nowhere.
“Your subordinate, ‘Ten,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Thousand,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Warrior,’ reporting—”
“Your subordinate, ‘Army,’ reporting—”
“Hail the Dragon Ki—BAM!”
Before they could finish, all four were swatted away like flies, smashing into a wall so hard they couldn’t be pried out.
Xiao Chen’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. His “Ten Thousand Warriors” were four peak Grandmasters! As far as he knew, Dragon Country had only five Grandmasters total—his squad should’ve been invincible!
What the hell just happened?
Who could defeat four perfected Grandmasters in one slap?
What kind of martial monster was this?
And why did he have to run into one now?
Was there no justice left?
Had Dragon Country’s martial world become so terrifying that Transcendents roamed freely while Grandmasters were worthless?
Little did he know, Transcendents were still extremely rare in Dragon Country—only four existed openly. Three were Jiang Che’s system-controlled puppets, and the fourth was Jiang Che’s grandfather, Jiang Yunhuang.
The man before him? Just one of the three puppets assigned to tail him.
“Tow the car,” the leader ordered.
Technically, the Bugatti wasn’t rented—Xiao Chen had bought it outright.
But so what?
A Transcendent stealing your car? What’s the issue?
Even if Xiao Chuan found out, would he dare challenge a Transcendent?
……
“Heh. What a spectacle. Even at our divorce, you manage to humiliate me one last time.”
Ji Ningxue’s voice dripped with icy scorn.
“No—Ningxue, please! I love you! Don’t leave me!” Xiao Chen writhed on the ground like a spineless stray.
Ji Ningxue scoffed, done wasting words on the pathetic man.
“Sign. Then get out.”
“I… I won’t!” Xiao Chen forced himself up, jaw set.
This marriage contract was his last tether to her. He’d cling to it like a lifeline, even if it meant groveling.
Ji Ningxue trembled with rage—then suddenly, her anger melted into a chilling smile.
Oh, you won’t leave?
Then I’ll show you true despair.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Jiang Che—right in front of Xiao Chen.
Jiang Che, ever the playboy, was always free for women. He picked up instantly.
“Hey, Ningxue. Miss me?”
His teasing voice rang out as Ji Ningxue turned on speakerphone at full volume.
Xiao Chen’s blood boiled at the sound of another man. The threat felt even worse than being beaten by a Transcendent.
Ji Ningxue softened her tone, even pitching her voice higher to twist the knife.
“Mhm, darling, I missed you. But there’s a stray dog bothering me. Can you come pick me up?”
Jiang Che instantly understood. Ji Ningxue never spoke like this—unless the “dog” was none other than Xiao Chen, the Dragon King.
Tsk. After hiding the truth for so long, the final dagger was about to plunge straight into the little Dragon King’s heart.
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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.
