Jiang Ruoxu glanced at the live stream and yawned.
He had no time to argue with these fools—he still had to preach and show off!
"The 'Human Emperor Scripture' is a top-tier cultivation technique. Take it or leave it. If you don’t want to cultivate, get lost! Dragon Country has over a billion people—we don’t need your petty contributions!"
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for pulling off an arrogantly unrestrained flex. Reward: 8,000 points of Flex Value.]
Meanwhile, someone in the live stream asked:
"Host, host, I’m from an ethnic minority... so I’m not purely of Huaxia descent. Why can I still cultivate this?"
"Yeah, I’m from the Bao’an ethnic group... and I’m progressing crazy fast with the Human Emperor Scripture!"
Jiang Ruoxu coughed dryly—he had no idea either.
"The Human Emperor Scripture might be tied to Dragon Country’s national fortune, updating the definition of 'Huaxia bloodline' in real time... The current version is probably the post-founding ethnic unity edition."
Left with no choice, he could only spout nonsense.
But as the pioneer leading the cultivation wave, no one dared question his words.
...
"Jiang Che! Jiang Che! I’m going to start cultivating too! I want to be an immortal!"
In the Xiao family mansion, Xiao Sisi sat upright on the sofa, her phone streaming Jiang Ruoxu’s live session as she silently recited the Human Emperor Scripture.
"Wow, it actually works! I feel this warmth all over my body!" Xiao Sisi’s face lit up with excitement.
Across Dragon Country, a cultivation frenzy had taken hold.
Countless people had memorized the Human Emperor Scripture by heart. Morning self-study sessions in schools were now devoted to chanting it, while subways and buses in major cities echoed with recitations—ushering in an era of nationwide cultivation!
The Human Emperor Scripture was, without a doubt, the most accessible cultivation technique. It required neither excessive resources nor dedicated time.
Even overworked office drones could silently recite it while on the clock. Once they mastered it... why bother being wage slaves?
Jiang Che watched Xiao Sisi’s excitement with amusement. Though the Human Emperor Scripture was beginner-friendly, in terms of cultivation speed... how could it possibly compare to his dual cultivation technique?
His method was the true path to transcendent freedom, a divine art practically tailor-made for him.
"Sisi, you don’t need to follow his training!" Jiang Che took her small hand in his—soft as boneless, dwarfed by his own.
Xiao Sisi looked up. "Jiang Che, hurry, let’s cultivate together! My younger sisters have been practicing this too. Wanwan’s talent is insane—she’s already manipulating spiritual energy freely..."
A smirk played on Jiang Che’s lips. "Sisi, want to overtake them all? I can have you stepping into the cultivation world within days—a genuine cultivator!"
His fingers began tracing idle circles on her palm.
By now, Xiao Sisi no longer flinched at his touch.
"Overtake how?" She blinked her large, pretty eyes.
Jiang Che snapped his fingers lightly. "Sisi, truth is, I’m a formidable cultivator. You don’t need that livestream—I can teach you myself..."
"Pfft! Yeah right!" Xiao Sisi stuck out her tongue.
"Don’t believe me? Then watch closely!"
Rubbing his hands, Jiang Che led her to the villa’s rooftop, followed by Li the Steward and a retinue of bodyguards.
Above, the sky stretched clear and boundless. Since the spiritual revival, Earth’s environment had improved dramatically. Smog had vanished overnight, while plants grew at absurd rates—rumor had it ancient rainforest trees had shot up nearly 100 meters in height, becoming true titans.
Arm around Xiao Sisi, Jiang Che activated his effects.
With a casual raise of his hand, celestial phenomena erupted. The bright sky darkened instantly, thick clouds blotting out the sun.
A terrifying Martial God’s aura blanketed the heavens.
Jiang Che simulated a wisp of this realm’s power—not even full strength, yet the display was already horrifying.
He flicked a finger, sword intent coalescing. A casual slash sent a blade-light cleaving tens of thousands of miles through the roiling clouds—splitting the firmament in two!
Like dawn piercing the gloom.
Literally giving the heavens a middle part.
This spectacle would’ve terrified millions, yet Jiang Che used it solely to impress a girl.
Moments later, he dismissed the effects. The apocalyptic visions vanished without a trace.
Only a shell-shocked Xiao Sisi and the Xiao family staff remained.
"Jiang... Jiang Che!!! Are you an immortal?" she stammered after a long pause.
"Not an immortal. Just yours." His cheesy pickup line rolled out effortlessly.
Xiao Sisi’s face burned crimson.
But her heart wouldn’t stop racing.
Never had she imagined Jiang Che was this powerful a cultivator.
The move Jiang Che had just executed couldn’t possibly have been fake—the impact was too profound, the immersive sensation... it was impossible to fabricate!
Most crucially, despite his overwhelming power... he was still willing to spout those cheesy pickup lines to her!
Xiao Sisi’s heart instantly fluttered with excitement. So it was true... she was the most special girl in Jiang Che’s eyes.
Biting her delicate lower lip, Xiao Sisi hesitated briefly before finally rising on her tiptoes, leaning in to press a fleeting kiss against Jiang Che’s lips.
Though just a brief peck, it was enough to betray the full surrender of her heart.
Jiang Che smirked, sweeping Xiao Sisi off her feet in one smooth motion.
“Sisi, how about I take you through some... cultivation? By tomorrow, you could ascend straight to the ranks of a cultivator, surpassing both your younger sisters.”
After months of laying his nets, Jiang Che was finally ready to reel them in.
Though only one little fish had been caught so far, the other two were already within his grasp.
Xiao Sisi buried her face in Jiang Che’s chest. She might not have known exactly what his version of “cultivation” entailed, but she was certain it wasn’t the orthodox kind!
Holding Xiao Sisi, Jiang Che turned his gaze toward Li the Steward and the others.
The group had been trembling like leaves since witnessing Jiang Che’s display of power—his strength had seared a bone-deep fear into their souls.
“All of you, head downstairs. Just prepare dinner and nothing else,” Jiang Che said coolly.
“Yes! Young Master Jiang, rest assured, no one will disturb you,” Li the Steward stammered, thoroughly terrified.
He had known Jiang Che hailed from an ancient martial family, but he’d never imagined the young man possessed such horrifying abilities!
Without delay, he ushered the bodyguards away at lightning speed.
Given Jiang Che’s current demeanor, it was clear he intended to “devour” Miss Sisi. Under normal circumstances, Li the Steward would’ve discreetly reported this to Xiao Chuan.
But after witnessing Jiang Che’s earlier display, he was genuinely petrified. A being with such divine methods would undoubtedly sniff out any betrayal—and the consequences of angering an immortal... he didn’t dare imagine.
“Listen carefully,” Li the Steward hissed at the servants. “Nothing happened today. Not a word leaves this place, or none of you will live to regret it. Understood?”
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!
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?!
