"Fuck you, Jiang Ruoxu, you piece of shit! And fuck your 'Emperor's Scripture'! I'm going abroad to spread my teachings!"
Lin Fan was furious.
No one in the country was watching his livestreams anymore.
Almost everyone in Dragon Country had turned to cultivating the "Emperor's Scripture."
"Don't worry, streamer! Those Dragon Country folks don’t understand how powerful the 'Dao Propagation Scripture' is. We’ll always follow your teachings..."
"Absolute idiots! I just spent a few years in the U.S., but my bloodline hasn’t changed... and yet, I can’t even practice that stupid Emperor's Scripture! I wouldn’t touch it even if it were free!"
Lin Fan glanced at these comments, his eyes flashing with disdain.
He was also practicing the Emperor's Scripture now, so he knew full well the vast gap between it and his Dao Propagation Scripture. These people were only following him because they couldn’t cultivate the Emperor's Scripture.
In other words, he was picking up the scraps.
But even if they were leftovers, they were still his followers—his "cash cows."
The spiritual energy resurgence in Dragon Country had already spread overseas. Even with spirit-gathering arrays, much of the energy still leaked out, inadvertently benefiting other nations.
People in those countries had begun awakening on their own, and as soon as they gained a sliver of power, they started acting like tyrants—looting, committing crimes, with crime rates skyrocketing.
Only Dragon Country had established a structured cultivation system, enjoying abundant spiritual energy and cultivation techniques, giving them a massive head start.
Dragon Country might have missed the first three industrial revolutions, but this time, with the spiritual energy resurgence, they were leading the charge—by a landslide.
"System, broadcast my Dao Propagation livestream to every platform worldwide. Turn on real-time translation. I’m going to spread my teachings to the entire world! My Dao Propagation Scripture is the real deal!"
Lin Fan clenched his fists.
Dragon Country had over a billion people—livestreaming his teachings there would’ve been a goldmine.
But now, he had no choice but to shift his focus to the rest of the world. With six billion people left, even if only half followed his Dao Propagation Scripture... he’d still rise to power.
His gaze hardened. As a Dragon Country native, he didn’t want to teach foreigners their sacred arts—but he was out of options.
To grow stronger, he had to do this.
......
The spiritual energy resurgence had flipped the world into a new era. People were scrambling to cultivate, terrified of falling behind.
Especially the wealthy.
When word got out that Yuanche Group could produce cultivation pills, the rich pulled every string, paid exorbitant prices, just to get their hands on a few.
Even something as basic as a first-tier "Blood Qi Pill"—something even dogs wouldn’t eat if it were lying on the street in the Nine Heavens—was being bought by Dragon Country tycoons for hundreds of millions.
"Hahaha, Xiao Chuan, my friend... Let me tell you, these pills are a must-buy. The world’s about to change. Cultivation’s the future now... Money won’t save us!"
Piao Deshuang, a middle-aged man, held a small jade box in his hand. Inside lay three pills.
He grinned triumphantly at Xiao Chuan.
"These three cost me a fortune. I originally bought five—fifteen billion in total! But after taking two, I can already feel the effects. I’ve reached the third level of Qi Refinement!"
He raised his hand, summoning a flickering flame in his palm.
Xiao Chuan stared in silence.
He’d spent his whole life believing in materialism... and now, in his twilight years, he was being dragged into cultivation?
"Did you get these pills from Yuanche Group?" Xiao Chuan asked.
"Exactly! Xiao Chuan, I heard you’ve worked with them before. Maybe you can cozy up to that young master, Jiang Che. He might sell you some!"
Xiao Chuan’s mustache nearly twitched off his face in anger.
"He wouldn’t dare!!!"
He slammed his palm on the table.
"Xiao... Xiao Chuan, what’s wrong? I just—"
Xiao Chuan realized he’d overreacted, but the rage remained.
That bastard Jiang Che was truly inhuman!
Two weeks ago, when he visited his daughter, Xiao Sisi, he noticed something off about her walk. As an experienced man, he knew exactly what it meant.
But as a father, he couldn’t ask. He couldn’t even bring it up.
Xiao Sisi was clearly head over heels for Jiang Che. If he pushed too hard, he’d just end up looking like a fool.
And the worst part? That beast Jiang Che was after all three of his precious daughters!!!
"Hmph, that young master of Yuanche Group owes me a favor!"
"What?! Seriously? Jiang Che owes you?!" Piao Deshuang’s eyes lit up.
"Of course!"
"Then... can you get me ten pills? Just one 'Indestructible Vigor Pill' for me, and I’ll give you five billion in shares!"
True to his name, Piao Deshuang had lived for pleasure—but now, past fifty, he needed... assistance.
"Ten? Even a thousand, ten thousand—he’d have to give them to me!"
Piao Deshuang’s eyes bulged. Just how big of a favor was this?
Wait... unless...
His eyes narrowed. If he remembered correctly, didn’t Xiao Chuan have triplet daughters?
He’d seen them once at their birthday celebration—each one stunning, the envy of every young elite in the capital.
"Xiao Chuan, which of your daughters... caught Jiang Che’s eye?"
Piao Deshuang grinned, rubbing his hands.
"You—!" Xiao Chuan’s face darkened. How did this old lecher guess so accurately?
"Oh?! I was right!!!"
"Was it Wanwan? Or... No, knowing Jiang Che’s habits, if he found out you had triplets, he wouldn’t stop at just one. Don’t tell me... all three of your daughters are—"
Honestly, Piao Deshuang had been envious at first. If one daughter could secure the family’s future through Jiang Che’s cultivation secrets, it’d be worth it.
But all three? That wasn’t a blessing—it was a nightmare!
Xiao Chuan’s face darkened further, his silence speaking volumes.
Piao Deshuang’s grin froze.
He’d stepped on a landmine.
"Ahem... Xiao Chuan, Jiang Che’s not a bad guy. I hear he’s devoted... and generous. Your girls... won’t suffer with him."
"GET OUT!!!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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...
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.”
