"Achoo!"
"Who the hell is talking about me behind my back?"
Jiang Ruoxu sneezed violently, his brows furrowing.
After reaching the level of a Grandmaster, he’d never heard of anyone catching a cold!
But he didn’t dwell on it too much and raised his phone again.
He’d been livestreaming almost every morning since waking up, putting on all sorts of ridiculous acts... regardless of how cringey it was, as long as he earned "show-off points," it was worth it.
"Brothers, I heard there’s this recently viral streamer, Lin Fan, who’s teaching people how to cultivate immortality? I’m gonna go expose him later!"
Jiang Ruoxu’s words immediately caused an uproar in the livestream chat.
"Damn! Bro, you’re really stirring the pot now?"
"Don’t do it, man! My whole family’s following Lin Fan’s cultivation method. His techniques are legit—I can even conjure fireballs with my hands now..."
"If you mess with Lin Fan, I’m unsubbing!"
Seeing his once-loyal viewers turn against him, Jiang Ruoxu’s mentality nearly shattered.
Though livestreaming was just a tool for him to grow stronger, he was still just a teenager with an insanely competitive streak.
Just as he was about to act, his master’s voice echoed in his mind.
[Ruoxu, don’t rush. First, go into that Lin Fan’s livestream. Let me see what kind of cultivation technique he’s preaching. Probably just some basic stuff... I know plenty of cultivation methods myself. Once you figure it out, you can challenge him—show off, get stronger, and put him in his place.]
Hearing Mo Lianxing’s voice, Jiang Ruoxu nearly teared up in gratitude.
His master... was finally on his side.
He’d realized that as long as Jiang Che wasn’t around, his master was perfectly normal.
But the moment Jiang Che appeared, he, the beloved disciple, was suddenly no longer the favorite.
Jiang Ruoxu entered Lin Fan’s livestream.
On screen, Lin Fan stood atop a longsword, soaring through the air... dressed in Daoist robes, he genuinely looked like an immortal sage.
Slowly raising a hand, he conjured a massive fireball over three meters in diameter.
"Holy shit! M-Master... this dude’s legit cultivating immortality?!"
Jiang Ruoxu was so startled he nearly pissed himself. Sword flight? This guy was outdoing him in the show-off department!
He strongly suspected Lin Fan also had a "show-off system."
Meanwhile, Mo Lianxing remained silent, intently listening to the cultivation method Lin Fan was reciting.
After a moment, her pupils constricted, her beautiful eyes narrowing sharply.
[Disciple, this Lin Fan is no ordinary man! The technique he’s preaching is a demonic path method—eerily similar to the legendary Sacrificial Robe Devil Art. Everyone who practices it will become a sacrificial puppet for another. It’s terrifying... you must never cultivate it!]
[This kind of technique shouldn’t exist in the mortal realm. Only the demonic overlords of the ‘Northwest Nether Heaven’ possess it. Have the demonic forces... already extended their reach into the mortal world?]
Jiang Ruoxu shuddered at her words. This was horrifying—thank goodness he hadn’t practiced it!
Cultivating yourself into someone else’s puppet? Absolutely terrifying!
"Master, as righteous cultivators, we must eradicate demons and defend the Dao. I have to take this Lin Fan down!"
Mo Lianxing scoffed mockingly.
[Lin Fan is just another link in the Sacrificial Robe Devil Art’s chain. Besides, you’re no match for him right now. If he can fly on a sword, his cultivation is at least at the Shattering Heaven stage.]
"Then what should I do?" Jiang Ruoxu panicked.
"Eradicating demons and defending the Dao" was just an excuse—Lin Fan wasn’t scamming him, so he didn’t really care who got tricked.
But this bastard was stealing his livestream traffic! His show-off efficiency had plummeted.
He needed a way to take him down.
[Disciple, the Sacrificial Robe Devil Art shows no flaws in its early stages. Even if you expose it, his fanatical followers won’t believe you. Unless... you find a cultivation method more efficient than his. For example... the Pure Yang Divine Art I taught you. But that technique only works for virgins...]
Mo Lianxing sighed.
Jiang Ruoxu clenched his fists.
The cultivation method he practiced was indeed the Pure Yang Divine Art, also known as the "Celibacy Divine Art." Once you lost your virginity, all your cultivation would vanish in an instant!
He’d originally planned to gift the technique to Jiang Che as thanks for his Spirit-Nourishing Pills.
But then he reconsidered—Jiang Che was surrounded by beauties. Even if every other man in the world was a virgin, that guy definitely wasn’t!
Just then, his phone rang.
It was Jiang Che calling.
"???"
Speak of the devil?
How the hell was this possible?!
"Hey, have you seen that Lin Fan guy? I suspect he’s a pawn planted by the demonic path in the mortal world. The technique he’s spreading is dangerous—you can’t let him succeed!"
Jiang Ruoxu: "???"
I swear you’ve bugged my life, but I have no proof!
The young man shuddered, feeling like he was under constant surveillance.
Even Mo Lianxing’s wariness toward Jiang Che deepened.
"I have a cultivation manual here called the Human Emperor Scripture. You can spread it in your livestream, and you can practice it yourself too..."
With that, Jiang Che sent the Human Emperor Scripture as a Word document to Jiang Ruoxu’s phone.
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
What a modern way to spread cultivation—reading digital scriptures for a shortcut, huh?
He froze for a moment. The name Human Emperor Scripture sounded ridiculously cool!
Way more impressive than Lin Fan’s Dao Transmission Scripture.
"Jiang Che... how did you know about Lin Fan?"
Jiang Che rolled his eyes. Duh, I’ve got surveillance on you, dumbass.
"My master contacted me a few days ago. It seems there’s some kind of power struggle happening in the Nine Heavens. Earth, as the origin realm... is being watched by multiple factions."
Jiang Che could just spout nonsense, but Mo Lianxing and Jiang Ruoxu would overanalyze every word.
"Huh? A power struggle?"
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes bulged, his breathing ragged. He almost wished he could faint on the spot—was this the kind of cosmic secret a small-time cultivator like him should be hearing?
Even Mo Lianxing held her breath. In her past life, she’d been a Nirvana-stage cultivator, but some deeper mysteries were still beyond her.
"Don’t worry about the details. Just take the Human Emperor Scripture and spread it far and wide. It’s completely safe—I’m practicing it myself. It’s a true legacy technique with no side effects..."
With that, he hung up.
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
Mo Lianxing: "......"
After a moment of silence, Mo Lianxing snapped back to reality first.
"Hurry, hurry! Disciple, open this Human Emperor Scripture! Any technique bold enough to bear the name ‘Human Emperor’ has to be extraordinary!"
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.
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...
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.
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.”
