Dong'er tilted her head cutely and blinked her eyes twice.
Though she didn’t understand what Jiang Che meant, she would unconditionally follow his orders.
Of course, Dong'er was his girl, and Jiang Che would never let her take risks unless he was absolutely certain of her safety.
Soon, Jiang Yunhuang’s heavenly tribulation reached its climax.
Old Man Jiang’s martial foundation was formidable—not only did he face the tribulation head-on, he even charged into the curtain of lightning, bathing under the thunder like a demonic god.
This scene was captured live on broadcast.
Many people in Dragon Country (China) were exhilarated—could cultivators really become this powerful?
A human body withstanding such destructive heavenly lightning!
"Holy crap, is this something a human can actually do?"
"Old Man Jiang... is seriously insane!"
But the most shocked were the foreigners.
Due to sparse spiritual energy and inferior cultivation techniques, they practiced the "Borrowed Robes Demonic Art"—a method as exploitative as a pyramid scheme, where only those at the top reaped the benefits while the lower ranks were drained.
Unsurprisingly, these foreigners only had access to the most basic version of the art.
Their strongest cultivator had barely reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
To them, Jiang Yunhuang single-handedly enduring the tribulation was an overwhelming sight—like a mayfly gazing at the vast sky.
"Damn it, how can someone be this strong? Is he even human?"
"I heard Dragon Country’s spiritual energy is incredibly dense, and their cultivation techniques are far superior... They’ve already surpassed us in immortal cultivation!"
"Flying through the sky, unharmed by lightning... Is this a superhero?"
"At that old man’s speed, I doubt even a nuke could hurt him. The thought of more experts like him emerging... terrifies me."
Jiang Yunhuang continued weathering the tribulation, standing firm amidst the storm of lightning like a lone boat in the ocean.
But if one looked closely, they might spot two sneaky figures lurking near the top of the thunderclouds.
"Dong'er! We’re rich, rich! Your physique is absolutely unmatched!"
Above the thunderclouds, Jiang Che and Dong'er had tricked the heavenly tribulation and slipped in unnoticed.
Jiang Che picked Dong'er up and planted several kisses on her soft cheeks, leaving faint red marks.
[Master is happy, so I’m happy~~~]
Dong'er didn’t fully grasp the situation, but as long as Jiang Che was pleased, she was too.
"We’ve really struck gold."
Dong'er’s Void Body allowed her to bypass the tribulation’s detection entirely.
As for how Jiang Che followed? He exploited a loophole—using his divine skill to mimic her Void Body!
The heavenly tribulation was blind and deaf, proving the saying "Heaven has no eyes" true, letting this bandit sneak in.
Just as Mo Lianxing had said, there was indeed a Thunder Pool at the top of the tribulation!
The pool wasn’t large—about the size of a bathtub—surrounded by intricate thunder runes, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
Inside the pool were nearly a thousand drops of Thunder Tribulation Elixir!
Each drop was amber-gold, the size of a longan fruit.
In Jiang Che’s system, a single drop of Transcendent-stage Thunder Tribulation Elixir was worth 10,000 points. Not extremely valuable, but the sheer quantity made it a fortune—over a thousand drops meant 10 million points!
And wouldn’t others undergo tribulations in the future?
This was practically a sustainable income stream! Jiang Che even started scheming against the Heavenly Dao itself.
[Darling... there’s so much Thunder Tribulation Elixir here. Could you spare a few bottles for me?]
Mo Lianxing was also drooling over it.
Though not as precious as top-grade spirit stones, who would turn down extra treasures?
As for why Jiang Che suddenly had a Void Body now?
She conveniently chose to ignore that.
She was a smart woman—some things were better left unasked. Playing dumb while still getting spirit stones was the way to go. Jiang Che’s physique might be fake, but his spirit stones were real!
"Heh... how heartless~" Jiang Che smirked.
[Darling, don’t tease me. My heart belongs entirely to you now~]
Mo Lianxing had thrown all shame to the wind, growing bolder around Jiang Che.
For spirit stones, she’d do anything.
[Oh, right! My soul cultivation has reached the Half-Step Creation Realm. Once I regain my physical body, I’ll be a Half-Step Creation powerhouse! When I undergo the Creation Tribulation... you can harvest Creation-grade Thunder Tribulation Elixir!]
She rubbed her hands together eagerly.
"Creation-grade Thunder Tribulation Elixir..."
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. In his system, a single drop cost 2 million points—even more expensive than top-grade spirit stones!
"Let you undergo the Creation Tribulation? Could Earth even handle that right now?"
Mo Lianxing chuckled awkwardly. The Creation Tribulation would undoubtedly devastate the planet in its current state—it’d have to wait until spiritual energy fully revived.
While chatting, Jiang Che didn’t slack off—he swiftly scooped up every last drop of elixir into an oversized jade bottle, leaving the Thunder Pool completely empty.
Meanwhile, outside, the thunderclouds gradually dispersed. Jiang Yunhuang had successfully survived the Transcendent Tribulation!
The aura of the Transcendent Realm radiated from him as he stood mid-air, hands behind his back, his domineering martial presence palpable even from a distance.
[Martial Mark... He condensed a Kingly Martial Mark! A Kingly Martial Mark?!]
Mo Lianxing’s voice trembled.
"Kingly Martial Mark?" Jiang Che’s eyes sharpened.
Legend had it that only the most exceptional talents would manifest a unique Martial Mark upon reaching the Transcendent Realm.
A Kingly Martial Mark was among the most formidable, signifying the potential to become a Quasi-Emperor!
Just then—
A cataclysmic upheaval erupted deep within Kunlun!
"BOOM—"
A deafening roar shook the earth, accompanied by an unfathomably profound energy. The mountains trembled, as if the heavens and earth themselves were awakening.
Instantly, all onlookers paled.
This terrifying celestial phenomenon... resembled doomsday itself.
Even Jiang Yunhuang was stunned—hadn’t the tribulation ended? Was this upheaval caused by his breakthrough?
Jiang Che, however, smiled faintly.
Just as he’d predicted.
With Jiang Yunhuang’s live tribulation and so many "Chosen Ones" and "Destined Talents" gathered, stacking buffs upon buffs—something like this was bound to happen.
"Wife, is this the third 'Gate' awakening?"
"Hmm, perhaps it's even more than that... Kunlun is the ancestral home of all immortals. The awakening of Kunlun's gates will accelerate the resurgence of spiritual energy. Maybe now... the true spiritual revival has only just begun!"
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
