"This gentleman is the largest investor of our Cultivator Academy, as well as your dean of education—Young Master Jiang Che!"
Ai Kun, a powerhouse at the Shattering Heaven realm, held immense prestige within the Cultivator Academy. Yet now, he had become yet another bootlicker by Jiang Che's side!
In an instant, all eyes turned toward Jiang Che.
To be honest, Jiang Che was a little excited—this was his first time facing so many Sons of Fortune, not to mention the numerous Chosen Ones among them.
"Tonight, I’ll have Chen Hao stock up on some goods, take out a few Sons of Fortune... and snag a couple of system templates."
Given Jiang Che’s status, he could already disregard luck and instantly obliterate those low-tier Sons of Fortune. Besides, these lower-tier ones rarely dropped anything valuable—most of the time, it was just system templates.
But right now, Jiang Che needed those system templates. He planned to grab a few and slap them onto Chu Yuan and the others.
Chosen One? What a joke! Even the heavens themselves would have to work for him!
...
"Jiang Che? I’ve heard of him... currently the wealthiest cultivator on Blue Star. All spirit stones, medicinal herbs, and pills are produced by his company."
"Controlling that many spirit stones and pills? I can’t even imagine how strong he must be!"
"Damn it, how can one person monopolize so many resources? Brothers, aren’t all men created equal?"
"Are you fucking stupid? Jiang Che’s grandfather is a half-step Divine Transformation realm superpower!"
"And I heard he has an incredibly mysterious master... Rumor has it—just a rumor, mind you—that his master is a Nirvana-stage supreme expert! One slap could turn you and your system to dust."
The Sons of Fortune buzzed with discussion.
Jiang Che’s reputation was no secret anymore.
When you’re only slightly stronger than someone, they might envy or resent you. But when your power far surpasses theirs... all that’s left is awe.
"Greetings. Starting today, I’ll be your dean of education."
Jiang Che lazily stretched and rose from his chair.
His gaze swept over the crowd of Sons of Fortune before finally settling on Chu Yuan.
The guy was practically paralyzed with fear, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear forever.
[How is this possible? How?! Battle Stone, are you malfunctioning? 1... 100 million combat power? What kind of cultivation level is this?!]
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
This Chu Yuan had quite a few secrets.
After eavesdropping for a moment with his Divine Hearing, Jiang Che understood—Chu Yuan had stumbled into an alternate dimension during the early days of the spiritual resurgence and obtained an inheritance... along with some treasure called the Battle Stone.
The Battle Stone could display his own combat power as well as others’. If someone’s power exceeded his? Immediate retreat.
If his power exceeded theirs? Well... sorry, but he didn’t eat humble pie.
Clearly, this was the ultimate treasure for a survivalist.
[Principal Jiang, at half-step Divine Transformation, only has 510,000 combat power... but his grandson has 100 million?!]
Chu Yuan was utterly terrified.
What kind of monstrous strength was this?
A legendary Martial God? Or maybe even Nirvana-stage?
He couldn’t even begin to imagine it. In his panic, he started reciting Buddhist scriptures in his head—after all, he’d heard some supreme experts possessed divine abilities like Mind Reading and Heavenly Vision. Not a single rebellious thought dared surface.
"Hah... this Chu Yuan is quite interesting."
Jiang Che flashed him an enigmatic smile.
Chu Yuan: "!!!"
I’m done for. The big boss has his eyes on me. My life is over!
......
Jiang Che strolled leisurely to the front, looking down at the sea of Sons of Fortune below.
"My name is Jiang Che. Some of you may not have heard of me, but I guarantee you’ve consumed the pills or spirit stones produced by my company."
"I know every one of you is a top-tier genius of Dragon Country, individuals blessed with immense fortune..."
"Among you, some may have extraordinary talents, some may be bound to all sorts of bizarre systems, or even have a ring-bound elder guiding you. But no matter what, in the Cultivator Academy, you will check your arrogance at the door!"
The moment Jiang Che finished speaking, the entire crowd of over 200 people was stunned.
Especially those with systems—they felt a chill run down their spines.
Sons of Fortune were proud by nature, especially after binding with a system. After decades of being nobodies, finally getting a system naturally made them believe they were the chosen ones.
But now, the very thing they took pride in had been casually mentioned by Jiang Che. Doubt crept into their minds: Wait, am I not the only one with a system?
Instantly, Jiang Che became even more enigmatic in their eyes.
Even Jiang Ruoxu, who feared nothing, was on his best behavior around Jiang Che.
The little troublemaker feared no one—except Jiang Che.
Jiang Che continued his grand speech before showcasing his strength—Shattering Heaven realm, 9th stage!
No special effects!
[Pfft. Acting? Keep pretending. You clearly have 100 million combat power, yet you’re pretending to be weak? You think I’ll buy that?]
Chu Yuan, lurking in the corner, nearly scoffed out loud. This guy... a max-level boss slumming it in a noob zone?
But at the same time... a bold idea sprouted in his mind.
A supreme expert like this definitely had incredible treasures. As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold—if he could latch onto this guy’s coattails, he’d be set for life!
No, no!
Wait, isn’t "set for life" just another way of saying "dead"?
...
The best way to win people over? Be stronger than them.
After Jiang Che’s masterful manipulation, most of the Sons of Fortune were thoroughly bamboozled.
Many once-arrogant youths now looked utterly defeated. So... systems weren’t unique after all?
They were just dime-a-dozen trash?
"Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of sub-systems should I pick for them?"
Jiang Che began flipping through his records.
The Association of the Chosen had detailed profiles on every system holder.
"Ugh... looking at it now, aside from a few key members, the rest of this association is just a bunch of clowns."
Jiang Che’s lips twitched.
Before the spiritual resurgence, these Sons of Fortune might have been impressive—tycoons, miracle doctors, you name it. But times had changed!
They were all washed up now, and their systems were useless.
"Guess I’ll just buy from the system shop."
Jiang Che sighed.
Looks like free loot was off the table.
[Sub-System DIY Template: A customizable sub-system where the host retains absolute control and retrieval rights. Functions and support directions are fully customizable, but the upper limit cannot exceed the Primordial System.]
[Price: 3,000,000 points.]
"I was planning to stock up on supplies, but now it seems... I’ll have to put in some effort and figure it out myself."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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!
