Jiang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes.
No wonder, no wonder his livestreaming show-offs had been earning half as much recently.
Back in the day, he could easily rake in at least 100,000 show-off points per stream, but lately, his viewership had plummeted.
So this guy was stealing his audience?
Lin Fan Loves Cultivation?
Cultivate my ass!
Jiang Ruoxu was furious. In his eyes, this was just some clown seeking attention.
Cultivation?
You can’t even master martial arts, and now you’re talking about cultivation?
Without even glancing at the livestream, Jiang Ruoxu immediately messaged the Jiang family’s butler.
[Contact the streaming platform right now. Ban this Lin Fan guy across the entire internet. When I’m live, no one else gets to be this damn impressive.]
[Understood, Young Master.]
The Jiang family acted swiftly.
“Holy shit? Lin Fan’s stream got banned?”
“That fast? Was it you, streamer? You just took one look and got him banned?”
Sure enough, after Lin Fan’s stream was taken down, a flood of viewers returned to Jiang Ruoxu’s channel.
Jiang Ruoxu put on an innocent face. “It wasn’t me! I just glanced at him… Maybe it’s the ‘two kings can’t coexist’ rule or something.”
[Ding! Host successfully pulled off a cringey show-off. +100 show-off points.]
Jiang Ruoxu didn’t elaborate further. Alone, he led his millions of viewers deeper into the Forbidden Martial Zone.
To this day, the ancient martial world still hadn’t figured out what this so-called Forbidden Martial Zone really was. All they knew was that it was vast… Occasionally, they’d run into some mutated beasts, but they were all weaklings.
“Holy crap, this pig is radiating Gang Jin energy? A grandmaster-level wild boar? So even pigs can become grandmasters now?”
Jiang Ruoxu’s lips twitched, feeling a blow to his pride.
“But it’s just a grandmaster. Watch my Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!”
Striking a cool pose, he drew his sword and slashed, unleashing a storm of sword energy—peak show-off material.
Another massive wave of show-off points rolled in.
After half a day of exploration, Jiang Ruoxu stumbled upon a mysterious altar.
“What’s this? An altar? Or some kind of formation? A seven-colored stone array?”
“Master! Master, are you there? Can you tell what this thing is?”
Jiang Ruoxu tried reaching out to Mo Lianxing in his mind, but she had been so terrified by Jiang Che’s special effects that she’d hypnotized herself into deep sleep.
No waking her up. Absolutely impossible.
Left with no choice, the young master had to figure it out himself. The altar looked ridiculously high-tier, with seven-colored stones glowing ominously and intricate, arcane patterns carved into the ground.
As the chosen one, encountering such a unique altar in the Forbidden Zone was like dry wood meeting flames—instant combustion!
Soon, Jiang Ruoxu accidentally triggered something, awakening the entire altar.
“What the hell?!”
The altar itself wasn’t large, about the size of a basketball court, but the light it emitted instantly pierced through the Forbidden Zone’s dome, shaking the earth violently.
“LMAO, streamer really going all out with the special effects. Must’ve cost a fortune.”
“Props to the streamer, a young master of a great family, going to such lengths to entertain us peasants.”
Reading the comments, Jiang Ruoxu wanted to curse. This wasn’t some act—he might’ve just doomed himself.
The altar’s light seemed like some kind of beacon, and soon, the world itself felt upside down.
[Jiang Ruoxu, what have you done?]
A voice echoed from Jiang Ruoxu’s ring.
The altar’s revival had caused such a disturbance that even Mo Lianxing, deep in slumber, was jolted awake.
“Master… Finally! What’s going on?”
Mo Lianxing narrowed her eyes, studying the altar, then her pupils shrank abruptly.
[The Gate? You opened the Gate? No, no… You’re too weak to activate it directly. You must’ve triggered some catalyst, causing the Gate to fully awaken!]
That was her conclusion.
Jiang Ruoxu froze. As a Jiang family member, he knew about the “Gate.” It connected to another world—one with a mature cultivation system. Any cultivator from there would be like a god descending upon Earth.
If he’d unleashed a horde of overpowered beings and thrown the world into chaos, wouldn’t he be the ultimate sinner?
[But it’s not too bad. You’ve only accelerated the Gate’s awakening. It’s not fully open yet. Can you feel it? Spiritual energy is seeping through… This is the prelude to spiritual energy resurgence.]
“Spiritual energy resurgence? That’s actually a thing?”
Jiang Ruoxu gasped. Had his viewers’ wild guesses been right all along?
[From what I know of the Nine Heavens and Earth, the Nine Heavens are extensions of Earth’s origin. In ancient times, Earth was rich in spiritual energy, teeming with powerful beings. But as the origin fragmented, it split into nine parts, forming the Nine Heavens… Without its origin, Earth’s spiritual energy withered…]
“So the Gate’s opening is reversing that? Spiritual energy is replenishing Earth’s origin?” Jiang Ruoxu said urgently.
If true, Earth would no longer suffer from spiritual energy scarcity. The ceiling for martial artists wouldn’t be stuck at Grandmaster anymore.
With abundant spiritual energy, breaking through to the Sky-Shattering Realm, or even Divine Transformation and Nirvana Realms, would no longer be a pipe dream.
[Disciple, where is this place? You must secure it. Once spiritual energy spreads, this will become the most concentrated spot—a battleground for countless factions…]
Mo Lianxing was thrilled. Her idiot disciple had accidentally kickstarted the era of spiritual energy resurgence?
For the first time, she acknowledged this fool’s worth.
“Master, no need. The entrance to the Forbidden Martial Zone is literally my family’s backyard!”
“But Master… why does the spiritual energy feel so thin here? It’s nothing compared to the energy from my brother’s premium spirit soil…”
Jiang Ruoxu pulled out a handful of spirit soil from his system space, instantly flooding the area with dense, tangible spiritual energy.
[Pfft, Mr. Jiang’s soil is top-tier. How can you compare?]
Mo Lianxing facepalmed. Her disciple’s cluelessness was embarrassing. Mr. Jiang was truly on another level.
Speaking of which, was that recent Nirvana Realm aura she sensed perhaps Mr. Jiang’s master?
No way. That aura was only at the first stage of Nirvana. Mr. Jiang’s mysterious master had to be at least at the Creation Realm, probably beyond her wildest imagination…
Mo Lianxing’s imagination was running wild!
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?!
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!
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
