Jiang Ruoxu opened his phone and clicked on this so-called "Emperor's Scripture."
Though it was just an electronic version, it still didn’t diminish its prestige.
The first line read:
"May every descendant of Huaxia become as mighty as a dragon!"
"Holy shit! That’s insane!"
Mo Lianxing also grew intrigued.
Upon flipping through, it wasn’t some obscure, hard-to-decipher text.
"Between heaven and earth, there is righteous energy, scattered in myriad forms..."
Jiang Ruoxu merely recited it silently in his mind, and instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy surged toward him at a visible speed.
"Ah... Master, what’s going on?"
Jiang Ruoxu trembled as he spoke.
Mo Lianxing’s breathing also quickened.
[An innate affinity for spiritual energy? No... it’s the scripture’s effect! Just by reciting the Emperor's Scripture, one can drastically enhance their spiritual energy absorption.]
[Unheard of! Unprecedented!]
For a brief moment, Mo Lianxing even considered switching to cultivating the Emperor's Scripture herself.
[Let me analyze this... the Emperor's Scripture is just too overpowering...]
Mo Lianxing closed her eyes slightly, a profound sensation washing over her as she attempted to cultivate using the Emperor's Scripture.
But alas, it was impossible!
That’s right—impossible!
[Why? Why can’t I cultivate it?]
[I see! Bloodline restriction! Only those of Huaxia descent can practice the Emperor's Scripture?]
Mo Lianxing was utterly dumbfounded.
She was a transmigrator—having crossed souls into this world and cultivated for thousands of years—so she definitely no longer had Huaxia bloodline.
How absurd!
[But Ruoxu, given the bloodline restriction, this Emperor's Scripture must be at least a Saint-tier cultivation method. You can toss that Pure Yang Divine Art aside and switch to this!]
Though disappointed she couldn’t cultivate the Emperor's Scripture, Mo Lianxing realized this only underscored how terrifying Jiang Che’s backing truly was.
Jiang Che’s master could actually obtain a Saint-tier scripture?
The prestige of Jiang Che’s master just kept rising!
Jiang Ruoxu rubbed his hands together, growing more and more excited.
"Master, does this mean I can spread the Emperor's Scripture to the world?"
The young man was thrilled. Though he disliked Lin Fan, he had to admit... that guy had given him a fresh idea for showing off!
Live-streaming his teachings! Flaunting his power before the masses!
The temptation was irresistible. The Emperor's Scripture would absolutely crush Lin Fan’s so-called "Dao Transmission Scripture," leaving no trace behind.
[You fool, have you forgotten what Young Master Jiang just said? This was the result of complex negotiations—clearly, Jiang Che’s master is locked in a power struggle with demonic overlords, using scriptures to enlighten the world. Of course, you should spread the Emperor's Scripture far and wide...]
Though scolded again, Jiang Ruoxu didn’t care. Soon, he’d utterly crush that idiot Lin Fan!
With the Emperor's Scripture, he could enlighten the world, flaunting his power before millions—earning him an ocean’s worth of bragging points.
...
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was also live-streaming.
Viewers in his stream tipped him off.
"Oh? Someone’s coming to confront me? Hah... just a disciple from some ancient martial family. Trash, nothing more."
Lin Fan wore an expression of supreme arrogance, standing atop his flying sword with hands behind his back, exuding an otherworldly aura.
"Holy shit, Lin Fan’s insane! Please accept my worship!"
"I managed to conjure a fireball too—burned all my cat’s fur off in one go..."
"Lin Fan, I’ve always hated that Jiang kid. Always putting on an act with his scripted nonsense. Can you beat him up for me?"
"Pfft, that Jiang brat probably hasn’t even grown all his hair yet. How can he compare to the great Lin Fan?"
Lin Fan merely shook his head, maintaining his lofty demeanor.
Tens of millions in his stream followed his teachings, and vast amounts of spiritual energy converged from all directions, surging into his body!
A faint smirk tugged at Lin Fan’s lips.
......
Jiang Ruoxu wasted no time and soon began teaching cultivation himself!
"Brothers, I’m coming clean—I have a system!"
Jiang Ruoxu slapped his thigh and dropped the bombshell!
As expected, this move was earth-shattering. Fans of web novels in the Dragon Nation were all familiar with the concept of "systems."
It was the ultimate cheat for underdogs to rise to power—every young man had at some point fantasized about hearing that iconic "ding!"
"No way! For real? He’s got a system now?"
"No wonder Jiang Ruoxu became so strong so young—he’s got a system!"
"Damn, I’m so jealous. I wouldn’t believe anyone else, but this guy became a grandmaster at 16? Definitely has a golden finger!"
"So what’s his system? A live-streaming flex system?"
The truth often reveals itself unexpectedly.
Jiang Ruoxu’s declaration even stunned Mo Lianxing. Kid... do you have a death wish? Revealing your system like that?
Yet Jiang Ruoxu remained unshaken.
"I know this might be shocking, but I’m not lying—not a single word!"
"My system is the 'Enlightener System.' As the name suggests, it’s meant to guide the Dragon Nation into the era of cultivation. Before, spiritual energy hadn’t revived, so I couldn’t teach... but now that the age of spiritual energy has arrived, it’s time to enlighten the world!"
His words sparked another wave of excitement, and his live-stream viewership skyrocketed.
"I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve seen Lin Fan’s 'Dao Transmission Scripture'—its cultivation efficiency is pitiful. For ordinary people to reach the pinnacle of martial arts? They’d be waiting forever!"
"Not to mention, Lin Fan’s scripture demands ridiculously high talent. Most people don’t even understand meridian circulation—how can they cultivate?"
"But my scripture is different! The true Saint-tier cultivation method—the Emperor's Scripture! Simple and clear... just recite it, and it automatically initiates spiritual energy circulation. Everyone becomes an innate spiritual energy conduit!"
Jiang Ruoxu’s voice dripped with irresistible allure.
As he explained, he began reciting the Emperor's Scripture aloud.
With his sizable fanbase, many quickly followed along.
Then, something astonishing happened—
People actually succeeded in drawing spiritual energy into their bodies effortlessly!
"Holy shit! Holy shit! It actually works! Just reciting the Emperor's Scripture makes it cultivate on its own... and it feels way more efficient than Lin Fan’s garbage!"
"Insane! As expected of a system-wielding legend. All hail Jiang Ruoxu!"
"That trash Lin Fan makes you go through all that trouble to absorb energy? The Emperor's Scripture is so much simpler!"
People always compare before choosing. Now that the Emperor's Scripture had appeared—superior in both name and effect—the masses swiftly abandoned Lin Fan for Jiang Ruoxu!
...
"Huh? Why’s my viewership dropping so much?"
Lin Fan glanced at his stream and saw a third of his audience vanish.
A quick look at the comments nearly made him explode in rage.
"Jiang Ruoxu... possesses the Preacher System? Preaching the 'Emperor's Scripture,' where just reciting it allows cultivation?"
Damn, you even have the Preacher System now?
Go to hell, those were supposed to be my lines!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
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!
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.”
