No way, bro, are you for real?
Feeling the spiritual energy around them gradually dwindling, everyone grew restless.
Not only had a Spirit Gathering Array appeared, but now even a master had shown up? What the hell?
All eyes were drawn to that peerless woman in white.
So beautiful—so ethereal she seemed otherworldly.
After the Spirit Gathering Array was laid down, the woman in white vanished into the air, dissolving into countless specks of light.
Of course... this so-called "master" was nothing more than an illusion conjured by Jiang Che using his "God-Tier Special Effects" skill.
As for the inspiration behind this beautiful master... well, it’s a bit embarrassing to admit: Jiang Che had once had a youthful dream, and the woman in it looked exactly like this—dressed in plain robes, her face veiled by a light gauze, so enchanting it felt like a fantasy.
Now that he had special effects skills, Jiang Che simply recreated her exactly as she appeared in his dream.
But damn, did it ever make him look impressive.
Even Xu Rong and Chen Hao were completely fooled.
"Jiang Che actually has a master? And she’s this powerful? She can set up a Spirit Gathering Array and even leave an avatar in the Mortal Realm?"
Xu Rong was utterly terrified. According to the Destiny Seekers Association’s investigation, Jiang Che was a Heaven-Defying individual, a born antagonist who kept amassing harems—most likely tied to some high-tier "Harem Protagonist System."
But now... not only did he have a system, but he also had a mysterious and unfathomably powerful master... Wait, didn’t he just say... this was only one of his masters?
Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!
This Mortal Realm is no place to stay—what kind of monsters are these?
His master was clearly a supreme powerhouse, capable of laying down a terrifying Spirit Gathering Array with just a wisp of her presence. Even in the Nine Heavens, such an existence would be a force to reckon with.
Jiang Yunhuang hesitated for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Heaven truly favored the Jiang family!
His grandson’s master was this formidable? This was a solid golden thigh to cling to!
And that mysterious master of Jiang Che’s was clearly an untouched, peerless fairy. He knew his grandson too well—given the chance, the kid would probably try to pursue her, play the rebellious disciple, maybe even aim for the ultimate taboo... Who knows, she might end up calling him "Grandpa."
Of course... the latter half was just his wild imagination. He knew his own limits.
"Che’er, you’ve done well this time! This spiritual energy resurgence... it’s full of uncertainties. The waters run deep, and ordinary ancient martial families wouldn’t be able to handle it!"
Jiang Yunhuang walked up to Jiang Che, patting his shoulder with a grin that made him look like a sly old fox.
"Ordinary folks can’t handle it, but we, the Jiang family, can! The Jiang family will always lead the ancient martial world! If anyone from the Boundary Gate comes knocking in the future... we’ll be the first to stand against them!"
Jiang Che chimed in, "Guarding the Boundary Gate and maintaining order in the ancient martial world... that’s the duty of the Jiang family!"
Watching this grandfather-grandson duo perform their little act, everyone was speechless.
One old schemer, one young schemer... these two had absolutely no shame!
It made them want to throw hands. After Jiang Che set up this Spirit Gathering Array, the leakage of spiritual energy was drastically reduced.
With the Boundary Gate right in the Jiang family’s backyard, it was like throwing a net over a pond full of loaches—only a few small ones could slip through, while the Jiang family hogged the lion’s share.
But what could they do? They didn’t even dare to fart in protest!
Jiang Che’s mysterious master had just given them a shock they wouldn’t forget.
[...Damn it, Jiang Che stole the spotlight again...]
Little cousin Jiang Ruoxu clenched his fists tightly. He was supposed to be the King of Flexing!!!
He couldn’t even imagine how much "flex points" he’d have gotten if he’d been the one pulling off that stunt.
[So Young Master Jiang also has such a powerful master backing him... What appeared earlier was neither a clone nor an avatar—even I couldn’t see through it. And with that immortal aura swirling around her, she might have already touched the realm of... an immortal?]
Mo Lianxing’s tiny head was filled with massive questions.
[And to manipulate so many array flags at once, setting up a Five-Element Spirit Gathering Array so swiftly... her true self must be a master of formations.]
This reminded Mo Lianxing of her past life, where her peak cultivation had only been at the Nirvana Stage—enough to rule over a single domain in the Nine Heavens. But the "Northern Mysterious Heaven" alone was said to encompass three thousand domains!
So she was certain: Jiang Che’s master’s true strength likely surpassed even the Nine Heavens.
[Young Master Jiang really wasn’t lying to me. For an existence like this, refining a supreme Body Sculpting Pill would be as easy as drinking water...]
If there hadn’t been so many people around, Mo Lianxing might have materialized on the spot. Her curiosity about Jiang Che was overwhelming.
"If there are no objections, then it’s settled. The Jiang family will oversee the Spirit Gathering Array... You can all rest easy. If anyone wishes to break through in cultivation... you may apply to me. I might consider allowing you into the Jiang family for your breakthrough..."
Jiang Yunhuang’s words made it crystal clear.
Me! The Jiang family! We monopolize spiritual energy now! Want to use it to break through?
Sure—come beg me!
"Don’t worry, they all agreed to it earlier when I asked," Jiang Che added, twisting the knife.
Everyone was at a loss for words. If only they could go back a few minutes and slap themselves silly!
"Uh... Young Master Jiang, this old man has something to say..."
The grandmaster of the ancient martial Ai family, Ai Kun, spoke up again!
This old geezer was tough—he’d survived a Sky-Shattering Stage palm strike on Mount Emei and was still kicking.
The old man rubbed his hands together, his face oozing flattery. "Young Master Jiang... I’ve heard you have a fondness for beauties. My Ai family happens to have a young maiden, Ai Cao, aged 19, pure and untouched. Perhaps you’d..."
"You old bastard, scram!"
Jiang Yunhuang nearly laughed himself into a rage, kicking Ai Kun square in the rear and nearly sending the grandmaster flying.
Did he not know what this old coot was scheming?
Trying to latch onto Che’er through a female relative and ride his coattails to glory?
Meanwhile, Jiang Che’s expression was even more dumbfounded.
Wait... what was the name Ai Kun just said?
Ai... Ai Cao?
What a damn motivational name! Just hearing it fills you with energy!

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?!

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!

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.