While Jiang Che was pushing forward with sweeping reforms, significant turmoil also erupted within the Association of the Chosen. The emergence of Lin Fan's Scripture of Preaching and Jiang Che's Scripture of the Human Sovereign... completely disrupted the internal rhythm of the Association.
"Pavilion Master... are we really not allowed to cultivate the Scripture of Preaching or the Scripture of the Human Sovereign? Doesn’t that mean we’ll fall far behind others? After all, the era of spiritual resurgence is upon us!" Chen Hao spoke up proactively.
Not long ago, Deputy Pavilion Master Xu Rong had encountered an 'accidental' peril during a mission. If not for his bond with the near-immortal resilience of a tardigrade, he would have died beyond any hope of revival. However, Xu Rong was still left injured and recuperating, leaving the deputy position to Chen Hao.
Now, Chen Hao held considerable authority.
Pavilion Master Xu Mo cast a wary glance at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with vigilance. This jinx’s strength had now reached a level even he couldn’t fathom. As for Chen Hao... he avoided him whenever possible.
He somewhat regretted not having crushed him to death back then.
Back then, he had been greedy for the system rewards and spared him—only to end up nurturing a venomous king. Now, he couldn’t even drive him away.
"The Scripture of the Human Sovereign was founded by the Human Sovereign himself—a righteous and peerless immortal-grade technique! However, it was lost after the Human Sovereign’s fall and should no longer exist in this world... unless the one who provided it is the Human Sovereign’s successor."
"Of course, there’s also the possibility that the person possesses a system of extraordinarily high rank!"
Chen Hao’s pupils constricted at these words.
Although the scripture had been presented by Jiang Ruoxu, anyone with half a brain knew that Jiang Ruoxu’s fate and fortune could never qualify him as the Human Sovereign’s successor, let alone grant him such a powerful system.
There was only one possibility left... Jiang Ruoxu’s older brother!
Jiang Che!
Clearly, Xu Mo also suspected Jiang Che.
"Of course, this is all information I’ve gathered from discussions with higher-ups. The Scripture of the Human Sovereign is genuine, which is why those above are very interested in Jiang Che!"
"But if the Scripture of the Human Sovereign is real, why can’t we cultivate it?" one of the Chosen asked in confusion.
Xu Mo fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"A high-ranking member of the Heaven Pavilion revealed that the Scripture of the Human Sovereign has a 'mother' and 'child' version. Those cultivating the mother version progress dozens of times faster than those cultivating the child version. Moreover, for every person cultivating the child version, a trace of spiritual energy is siphoned to nourish the mother version’s cultivator."
"Simply put, cultivating the Scripture of the Human Sovereign means paying a tax... and those above won’t allow us to practice it."
As he spoke, Xu Mo rubbed his nose, careful not to admit... that he himself had secretly begun cultivating the Scripture of the Human Sovereign.
After all, rules were rigid, but people were flexible!
The moment Xu Mo said this, the other Chosen exchanged knowing smiles.
The higher-ups forbade them from cultivating it... but the Pavilion Master hadn’t said anything!
What did they care about the Earth Pavilion or Heaven Pavilion?
If Pavilion Master Xu Mo gave the order, they would gladly rally behind him and proclaim him king!
"However, you must be extremely cautious—Lin Fan’s Scripture of Preaching is absolutely not to be cultivated. That scripture is no good!" Xu Mo warned.
"The higher-ups have instructed us to assist Lin Fan... to dismantle the Scripture of the Human Sovereign and spread the Scripture of Preaching far and wide..."
"Huh? Pavilion Master, didn’t you just say the Scripture of Preaching is no good? Why should we let it spread? Isn’t that harming people?"
"I never said we should help Lin Fan propagate the Scripture of Preaching. After all, the heavens and earth are currently severed—the Nine Heavens’ influence can’t easily reach our mortal realm. Moreover, Jiang Che’s abilities are far too terrifying. Provoking him with our current strength... would be no different from seeking death!"
Xu Mo was confident, but not to the point of arrogance!
It had already been confirmed that Jiang Che had a terrifyingly powerful master behind him!
And there was a high chance this master had already descended to the mortal realm!!!
Otherwise, how could that overwhelming pressure at the Nirvana stage have been unleashed earlier???
Who would dare provoke Jiang Che now?
Were they tired of living?
For a measly few thousand system points a month, was it worth risking their lives?
......
"Hahaha! The Bridal Demon Art! It’s the Bridal Demon Art again!"
Meanwhile, the Little Demon Sovereign Zhou Fan burst into laughter, though his voice carried a chilling, ruthless edge.
The elderly woman beside him nearly jumped out of her skin.
Fine, I won’t cross the road! Young man, don’t scare me like that!
Zhou Fan’s facial muscles twitched as he struggled to contain the fury boiling within him.
The Bridal Demon Art!
The moment he heard Lin Fan preaching, he recognized it—this was the Bridal Demon Art!
And he loathed this demonic technique with every fiber of his being.
In his past life, he had transmigrated to the Northwest Nether Heaven of the Nine Heavens, but unlike other newbie transmigrators, he received no system benefits. He had to claw his way up from nothing.
In the demon-infested lands of the Northwest Nether Heaven, everyone was a demonic cultivator.
But even among demonic cultivators, there were good and bad.
In one sect, he met a junior sister. Though neither of them had exceptional talent, their values aligned perfectly, and they became cultivation partners.
Then, a technique emerged—one that drastically accelerated demonic cultivation. In the demonic energy-rich Northwest Nether Heaven, progress was absurdly fast.
He shared the technique with his beloved, and their cultivation soared at an unprecedented rate.
But the Bridal Demon Art... was ultimately about making a bridal gown for others.
During a grand secret realm expedition, his junior sister stumbled upon a Divine Ascension Pill, reaching the Divine Ascension stage before him. Then, the horror began.
A mighty Divine Ascension expert—her soul was hijacked. To seize the treasures of the secret realm, she turned on him with lethal intent!
He refused to dwell on the details. All he remembered was ending up on the brink of death, while his junior sister perished completely, becoming a mere wisp within his Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
It was in that very secret realm... that he obtained the demonic sacred artifact, the Evil Bamboo of Ten Thousand Souls.
He realized then that the cultivation technique was the problem—anyone who broke through to Divine Ascension would become a puppet of the mastermind.
So he discarded his cultivation and started anew, determined to escape the chessboard!
After his junior sister’s death, he fully embraced the demonic path. Kill one, and you’re a criminal; slaughter a million, and you’re a conqueror!
His Ten Thousand Souls Banner was now packed to the brim—lively and bustling.
In the end, he succeeded. He captured the mastermind—a Nine-Revolutions Divine Ascension cultivator—and crushed them to ashes!
Yet... he knew he still hadn’t truly escaped the chessboard.
Because this Nine-Revolutions Divine Ascension expert... was merely another piece in the Bridal Demon Art scheme.
"The Bridal Demon Art..."
Zhou Fan’s expression returned to calm, but beneath that calm... raged an inferno of fury.
The creator of the Bridal Demon Art was undoubtedly a supreme powerhouse. Even with his rebirth, he stood no chance against them.
That left only one hope for vengeance—
This so-called... system!
] [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!"
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!
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?!
