At the summit of Kunlun Mountain.
The mountain is packed with tourists every single day!
All because the most renowned martial arts sect in Dragon Country—the Kunlun Sect—is located here.
The sect's leader is even a super ancient martial artist whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm!
Unlike Earth, the existence of ancient martial artists on Blue Star isn’t some big secret. Most people are aware of them, which is why famous sects have become popular tourist attractions.
Places like Kunlun Mountain, Emei Mountain, Wudang Mountain, and the like...
"Holy shit! Someone’s challenging the Kunlun Sect’s leader? That’s like an old man hanging himself—asking for death!"
"Probably just some internet celebrity trying to stir up drama. Last time, a streamer with millions of followers went to Wudang Mountain to challenge them, and the doorkeeper slapped him to death in one hit."
"The saddest part? He got the clout, but lost his life!"
"This time’s different. I heard these guys recently challenged a top-tier hidden martial arts family—the ancient Chen Clan. Chen Tianci, the current master of Tai Chi, was severely injured by a single palm strike from them. The challenger this time might actually be a Grandmaster!"
"Wait, aren’t hidden families supposed to be, you know, hidden? How’d they even get found?"
"You ask me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?"
...
Outside the Kunlun Sect’s gates, the disciples stood in formation, their eyes locked onto the three figures before them with extreme vigilance.
They were facing a dire threat!
"Call out your leader. As for you lot... you’re no match for us!"
The man at the front wore a nine-ringed broadsword at his waist, dressed like a hunter from ancient times, his expression brimming with arrogance.
Beside him stood two others—one in white robes holding a folding fan, resembling a scholar, and the other a seductive woman in a red dress.
"Let’s see what level the martial artists of this mortal world really are," the white-robed scholar said with a faint smile as he flicked open his fan.
Had Jiang Ruoxu been here, he would’ve recognized these three immediately!
They were warriors who had come from beyond the Gate—three... Heaven-Breaking realm experts!
"Tsk tsk tsk, this mortal world really is as pathetic as the rumors say. Not a trace of spiritual energy, and even mere Inner Strength martial artists can establish sects here."
"But that works in our favor. With our strength, we can dominate this world as we please."
"Indeed. I can even snatch a few handsome young men to aid my cultivation~" The red-dressed woman covered her mouth as she laughed, her charm oozing with allure.
The white-robed scholar shot her a wary glance. This woman was a demoness from the Joy Union Sect, one who specialized in draining men of their essence. Countless men had met their end beneath her skirt.
"That young lad we met when we first arrived was unbelably handsome... too bad he got away~" The woman sighed regretfully.
The three chatted and laughed, completely disregarding everyone present.
The Kunlun Sect’s head disciple stepped forward, his Inner Strength surging as he revealed his late-stage Master realm cultivation. "Who the hell are you? Do you even know the Kunlun Sect has a thousand-year legacy—"
Before he could finish, the broadsword-wielding man casually swung his blade.
A terrifying blade aura sent the head disciple and the other Kunlun disciples flying, even cleaving through the sect’s millennium-old plaque, reducing it to dust in an instant.
"You—!"
The crowd gasped in shock.
At that moment, the Kunlun Sect’s gates swung open.
An elderly man in flowing robes stepped out, holding a horsetail whisk. His youthful face contrasted with his white hair, his Daoist robes exuding an otherworldly aura.
The leader of the Kunlun Sect, one of Dragon Country’s five Heavenly Strength Grandmasters, a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster realm... Ai Kun!
Ai Kun frowned deeply. He could clearly sense that these three had surpassed the Grandmaster realm—they were likely Heaven-Breaking realm experts.
Their attire suggested they weren’t natives of Blue Star. They had probably come from beyond the Gate.
"Sigh... Heaven-Breaking realm warriors. Only Brother Jiang might stand a chance against them."
...
"You’re the leader?" The broadsword-wielding man sneered. "Has martial arts in this world really fallen so low that a mere Heavenly Strength practitioner can lead a sect? What a joke!"
Without giving Ai Kun a chance to react, he swung his blade at the old man!
A devastating blade aura erupted across the scene.
"Young man... I never said I wanted to fight you~~~"
Ai Kun’s eyes bulged in fury.
Cheating! No martial virtue... ambushing an 85-year-old elder like this!
This was no joke—how could a Grandmaster possibly contend with a Heaven-Breaking realm expert?
And without even a word, this guy just swung at him!
He wasn’t ready to die yet—he hadn’t even tried all the girls at the foot massage parlor...
"Boom—"
The Kunlun Sect’s leader, a peak Grandmaster, was sent flying with a single strike, his fate unknown.
"Leader~~~~!"
The Kunlun disciples cried out in anguish.
"Holy shit! Grandmaster Ai Kun was defeated in one move? Who the hell are these three?"
"Dragon Country’s martial world... is about to change forever!"
......
"Young Master Jiang, here’s the situation. Three terrifyingly powerful martial artists have appeared in Dragon Country—a white-robed scholar, a red-dressed woman, and a broadsword-wielding brute. They publicly crippled the Kunlun Sect’s leader with a single palm strike..."
Monkey sent Jiang Che the report.
"Yeah, I saw."
Jiang Che nodded lightly. This shit was all over the news.
A peak Grandmaster being one-shot? That meant... martial artists beyond the Grandmaster realm had emerged. This would shake the martial world, not just in Dragon Country, but globally.
He’d just gotten a call from his little bro Jiang Ruoxu, who tearfully complained about these three beating him up—especially that seductress who nearly defiled his pure, innocent self...
Meanwhile, Chen Ningshuang leaned against Jiang Che, her delicate hands clutching his arm as she swayed gently.
"It’s them... the ones who barged into our Chen Clan and injured my father."
Her voice carried a pleading tone. Though she knew how strong these three were, she had absolute faith in Jiang Che. With his power... dealing with them would be child’s play.
Jiang Che smiled faintly, one arm wrapping around Chen Ningshuang’s slender waist while the other held her delicate hand.
The young woman pouted. "If you won’t help me get revenge, I’ll do it myself... Just help me break through to the Heaven-Breaking realm first. I feel like I’m just one step away..."
It was hard to believe that in just over a year, the once-proud prodigy had turned into this—even mastering the arts of coquetry and acting cute to please a man.
The fallen genius had become... a pampered princess.
"Don’t worry. They’re as good as dead."
Jiang Che’s smile was effortless.
As for how they’d die... he already had a plan.
Come on out, Pikachu!
Wait, no... come forth, Little Demon God!
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...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
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?!
