In no time, Jiang Che's figure appeared in the sky above the Cultivator Academy!
At this moment, Jiang Ruoxu, the senior disciple of the academy, was livestreaming while instructing the students.
This guy had been thriving lately—earning "pretentious points" through his streams and gaining even more by showing off in front of the crowd.
The people in the academy were all "Children of Destiny," so the pretentious points they provided were naturally substantial.
For the same act of showing off, an ordinary person might only give 1 point, but a Child of Destiny could give 10, and a "Chosen One" could even provide 100 points.
Profiting from both ends, combined with the aid of premium spirit stones for cultivation and his Pure Yang Saint Body, his progress soared like a rocket.
"Cultivators must never blindly pursue efficiency in their training, or they risk qi deviation... I know many of you have started doubting yourselves, but what I’m about to say next is something you must remember!"
Jiang Ruoxu’s words made many prick up their ears!
Especially those with mediocre talent—despite the same spiritual revival, the same techniques, and the same training time, others had already reached Foundation Establishment while they were stuck at the early stages of Qi Refinement. Those with proud temperaments found it particularly frustrating.
Even some Children of Destiny in the academy picked up notebooks, ready to take notes.
But Jiang Ruoxu’s next sentence shattered everyone’s morale.
"Cultivation talent determines everything. For the vast majority of cultivators, talent sets the ceiling! If you’re behind now... the gap will only widen in the future! Until the difference between you and others becomes as vast as heaven and earth!"
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for pulling off an arrogant and cocky act. Reward: 100,000 points.]
Though Jiang Ruoxu was only 17, the way he stood with his hands behind his back exuded an undeniable aura of arrogance.
His words were harsh, but undeniably true—and his livestream audience was already used to it.
"Honestly, if he hadn’t taught me the Human Emperor Scripture, I would’ve cursed him out long ago."
"New fans are still fuming, while old-timers are already roasting him~"
"To those viewers who haven’t insulted the streamer yet—do you not have hands?"
"Jokes aside, don’t mess with the fans!"
"Damn, this hits too close to home. I’m a rich second-gen, but my girlfriend left me for some broke guy just because he reached Foundation Establishment!"
"Don’t cry, rich bro. There are only a few million Foundation Establishment experts in Dragon Country—one in ten thousand. And if he’s reached it now, his future is limitless. No amount of money can compete with that."
"This kid really knows how to show off!"
Jiang Che couldn’t take it anymore—he had to step in.
"Jiang Ruoxu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Che’s voice descended from the sky like a ghost, instantly making his little cousin’s heart skip a beat.
He genuinely loathed his older cousin but was powerless against him—he couldn’t win in a fight, couldn’t out-talk him, and even his own master had been poached by Jiang Che.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.
"B-Bro... what brings you here?"
All of Jiang Ruoxu’s imposing aura instantly crumbled.
Many in the livestream recognized Jiang Che.
Though he usually kept a low profile, staying behind the scenes, who hadn’t heard of Young Master Jiang’s reputation as a playboy?
"Holy shit! It’s Jiang Che! Why is he here?"
"Who’s Jiang Che? Why is Jiang Ruoxu shrinking in front of him? Isn’t he the Dao Ancestor spreading the teachings?"
"You don’t know? 95% of the spirit stones and elixirs in the world come from Jiang Che’s company. I once found a rare spiritual herb in a secret realm and traded it at his merchant house for a whole bottle of Qi-Blood Pills and even a Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"No idea where he gets so many spirit stones and elixirs from."
"Honestly, compared to cultivation resources, the most legendary thing about Young Master Jiang is his harem. What man doesn’t envy him?"
"Psst... I heard Young Master Jiang is a lolicon. A lot of his women are cute little lolis."
"Hey, that’s slander! He’s not a lolicon—he just happens to like girls who are lolis!"
Jiang Che didn’t need to defend himself—his loyal followers would do it for him.
Meanwhile, within the Cultivator Academy, the divine senses of elders like Jiang Chusheng swept over Jiang Che.
"Old Master Jiang, is this your grandson... Jiang Che?"
Jiang Chusheng sipped his tea, his gaze filled with admiration.
"Indeed, this is my grandson. What kind of Saint Body does he possess?" Jiang Yunhuang asked slowly.
"Ahem... Best not to speak of such things. Just know that it is a Saint Body," Jiang Chusheng replied helplessly. How could he admit that even he didn’t know?
After all, the elders of the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens were well aware—Jiang Che wasn’t just any Saint Body, but the legendary Chaos Immortal Physique!
To prevent leaks, they even deceived their own family!
"Still, reaching the Half-Step Divine Transformation Realm at such a young age, and in a lower realm with such sparse spiritual energy... truly befitting a Saint Body."
Though Half-Step Divine Transformation was nothing compared to the young emperors of the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens, in the barren mortal world, it was already astonishing.
...
Once Jiang Che appeared, he effortlessly stole the spotlight from Jiang Ruoxu.
"My little cousin was just joking earlier. If your cultivation talent is lacking, it’s no big deal... you can always rely on elixirs!"
"And how do you earn elixirs? It’s simple!"
Jiang Che’s words reignited hope in many.
"Cultivation is like studying—some are naturally gifted, while others struggle. Just like how I aced the imperial exams effortlessly, while others toiled for years only to get into some no-name college."
"So accept your mediocrity. Not everyone can be a cultivation genius. Some are destined for ordinary lives!"
Then, Jiang Che’s tone shifted.
"Of course, we’ll still give ordinary people plenty of opportunities—like elixirs! My merchant house regularly releases large quantities of Foundation Establishment Pills, Qi-Blood Pills, Longevity Pills... so even commoners can rise!"
[Ding! Host successfully deceived 54 million livestream viewers. Reward: 3 million points.]
Jiang Che: "..."
Seriously? When did I deceive anyone?
It was practically charity! Sure, he had ulterior motives, but he genuinely helped the common folk!
A gentleman is judged by his actions, not his intentions!
He was a villain, yes—but one with principles. If he truly acted on impulse, the moment he met Yu Wan’er, that little loli would’ve been dragged into a dark room and turned into a cream puff. By now, she’d probably be on her third kid.
When dealing with Children of Destiny, he’d crush them first, humiliate them, then finish them off!
What campus belle? Ice-cold CEO? Aloof academic genius? Just take them all by force, transform into the ultimate badass, and crush anyone who dares to stand in your way. The so-called "Chosen Ones Association"? Wipe them out completely, turning them into nothing more than little loot boxes.
Going down the dark, villainous path—wouldn’t that make you even more invincible?
But did he actually do it?
No!
Sure, he’s bound to the villain template, but he’s still got a shred of conscience left, okay?
Even if it’s not much.
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.”
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?
