"Young Master Jiang! I challenge you!!!"
Chu Yuan's voice, amplified by spiritual energy, quickly spread across the entire plaza, echoing loudly.
In an instant, nearly all the chosen geniuses of the Cultivator Academy turned their attention toward him—including Jiang Yunhuang and others who had been observing from the shadows.
Jiang Ruoxu, who was still live-streaming, widened his eyes in disbelief.
This guy surnamed Chu really had a death wish!
Sure, Chu Yuan had formidable talent. Among the younger generation of the Cultivator Academy, only Jiang Ruoxu himself could still suppress him.
But the problem was... Chu Yuan could at most challenge someone at the early-stage Shattering Heaven Realm with his half-step Shattering Heaven cultivation.
Even if Jiang Ruoxu suppressed his own cultivation to the early-stage Shattering Heaven Realm, Chu Yuan wouldn’t stand a chance. They were both chosen by fate—fighting above one’s level was basic stuff. What was he even trying to prove?
And as Jiang Che’s cousin, Jiang Ruoxu knew him all too well. Jiang Che was the type who would never fight fair—if he could gang up on someone, he would; if he could bully others with his influence, he’d never bother with reason. Chu Yuan was about to get beaten to a pulp!
A trace of pity flickered in Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes as he looked at Chu Yuan.
...
Jiang Che slowly turned his head, gazing down at Chu Yuan from above.
[Ding! Host has successfully pulled off a mysteriously cool act, rewarded with 500,000 Pretend Points.]
Ah, this little bro system is so damn useful!
Chu Yuan shuddered under Jiang Che’s stare, but he forced himself to stand his ground.
[Hey, hey, hey! Why isn’t the system giving me any Ironhead Points yet? If you drop them now, I can surrender right away!]
[Hurry up! I can already sense killing intent. If you get me killed, you’ll never find another perfect host like me!]
Outwardly, Chu Yuan looked as steady as an old dog, but inside, he was panicking like crazy.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che chuckled inwardly.
This guy was so naive. Had he ever stopped to wonder who gave him that system in the first place?
The final interpretation of the system belonged to Young Master Jiang!
"Oh? You want to challenge me?"
"Fine, I’ll give you that chance. You’re a chosen one too—you must have your own great opportunities. Fighting above your level shouldn’t be hard for you, so I won’t suppress my cultivation!"
Jiang Che’s words left Chu Yuan speechless.
"Young Master Jiang—"
Chu Yuan’s eyes bulged, and alarm bells blared in his mind.
What the hell? Since when did Jiang Che play by the rules? He was a half-step Divine Transformation expert! Fighting a half-step Shattering Heaven cultivator without suppressing his realm?
That’s a whole major realm difference—how the hell was this fair?!
But Jiang Che didn’t give him time to protest. With a single motion, he raised his palm skyward, as if holding up the heavens themselves.
A mysterious Dao rhythm faintly emanated from him, as though the entire world had suddenly been clenched within Jiang Che’s grasp.
Then—he flipped his hand downward.
An overwhelming pressure crashed onto Chu Yuan.
[Oh no!!! I’m done for!!!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully being iron-headed. Reward: 300,000 Ironhead Points.]
[...]
A massive palm imprint was now clearly visible across the plaza, the ground deeply sunken beneath it.
"Palm Scripture"—the heavens and earth contained within a single palm.
This was a technique created by the Jiang Hong Ancestor of the Nine Heavens Jiang Clan. At Jiang Che’s current half-step Divine Transformation Realm, he could only unleash a minuscule fraction of its true power.
If a Great Emperor were to strike with full force, they could likely shatter a star with a single blow.
At this moment, Jiang Chusheng—who had been sipping tea with Jiang Yunhuang in the background—suddenly stood up.
"Palm Scripture? How does this kid know Ancestor Jiang Hong’s ultimate technique? Wait... unless..."
His mind raced, and after a moment, he let out a dry laugh.
So that was it. The Holy Body had already been secretly accepted as a disciple by Jiang Hong Ancestor. That explained all of Jiang Che’s cultivation resources and privileges.
Jiang Hong Ancestor was a genuine Great Emperor. Even among the complex hierarchy of the Nine Heavens Jiang Clan, his combat prowess ranked near the top. His "Palm Scripture" was so exclusive that even several imperial descendants of the Jiang Clan had been denied the chance to learn it.
...
"Cough, cough... Damn it, I almost died! You stupid system, I swear to god—"
Chu Yuan, being a 9th-level chosen one blessed by the heavens, naturally had plenty of life-saving tricks. Had the Heavenly Dao just bailed him out again?
Seeing Jiang Che about to deliver a second strike, Chu Yuan immediately dropped to his knees.
"Young Master Jiang, I admit defeat! I’m no match for you... I surrender!"
No way was he risking it—he had no more protective talismans left. Another slap would definitely obliterate this avatar of his!
"Holy shit, he’s still alive?" Jiang Ruoxu’s jaw dropped.
If Jiang Che had hit him with that palm, he’d be lucky to escape with just severe injuries. Yet Chu Yuan was still standing?
The live-stream chat exploded.
"Damn, salute to the legendary Slap Survivor!"
"Young Master Jiang, my little butt is feeling itchy too~ Can you give it a slap?"
"Shameless hussy, get lost! Young Master Jiang would slap the crap out of you!"
Jiang Che calmly withdrew his hand, holding back from delivering a fatal blow.
First, Chu Yuan was a chosen one—killing him might provoke the Heavenly Dao into madness.
Second, Chu Yuan was just... too profitable. A single act of recklessness from him could yield 300,000 Ironhead Points—which translated to 3 million points for Jiang Che!
One man was worth six. Where else could he find such an efficient punching bag?
Nearby, Wang Teng—who was bound to the "Hundred Defeats to Immortality" system—lowered his head.
For a moment, he had also considered challenging Jiang Che. Even losing would grant him valuable defeat experience to strengthen himself.
But after witnessing Chu Yuan’s miserable state, he quickly dismissed the idea. That palm strike from Jiang Che would probably annihilate him instantly.
Better not push his luck!
......
"Bro... Are you confident about the Heavenly Tribulation? I’ve heard the Divine Transformation Tribulation is the first and most crucial one on the immortal path. If you can condense a Martial Dao Mark, that would be ideal..."
Jiang Ruoxu spoke hesitantly.
Though he disliked his cousin, family was still family—important matters had to be addressed.
At the same time, Mo Lianxing sent a mental message to Jiang Che.
[Husband, the Divine Transformation Tribulation requires condensing your own Martial Dao Mark. Otherwise, your future path will be limited. There are ordinary Martial Dao Marks, King-level, Emperor-level, and even the legendary Immortal Mark.]
[You possess an Immortal Body—you must at least condense an Emperor-level Martial Dao Mark!]
For once, Mo Lianxing was serious. Despite her usual greed for wealth, she had long been spiritually intertwined with Jiang Che.
He had left an indelible mark on her heart. Even if she obtained the Body-Shaping Pill now, she knew she could never truly leave him.
She had chosen to overlook many of Jiang Che’s secrets.
Not long ago, he had been a Void Immortal Body—a constitution that shouldn’t even attract Heavenly Tribulations. Yet here he was, preparing to face one.
But she was smart. A woman who pried too much would only push a man away.
"Darling, is that concern I hear from you?"
"Tch, spare me the sweet talk. I just don’t want you struck by lightning—who’d repay my priceless Body Sculpting Pill then?"

] [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!"

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little 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.”

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...