"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?"
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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 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.
