Within the Nine Heavens' Jiang Clan.
Many imperial heirs could no longer sit still.
"Jiang Che? A mere ant from the lower realm—what right does he have to demand 20% of our cultivation resources from each of us?"
A young man clad in a brown robe spat out bitterly.
He sat atop a white jade qilin, his body wreathed in immortal energy, exuding an aura of terrifying might.
"Not just that. I heard Patriarch Jiang Hong has already taken him as a disciple and even imparted the 'Palm Scripture' to him."
Normally, these Jiang Clan imperial heirs rarely interacted, each too proud to openly engage in their power struggles.
But Jiang Che's sudden rise had left them all dumbfounded.
"Let’s not forget, Jiang Che possesses an immortal physique—a supreme-grade Chaos Immortal Physique at that. It’s only natural the clan values him."
From atop the Immortal Cliff, a white-robed youth descended slowly on a white crane.
The moment he appeared, the other imperial heirs' gazes flickered with wariness.
"What’s so special about a Chaos Immortal Physique? An untrained one barely counts as one!" scoffed one of the heirs.
"Really? Jiang Che has not only awakened his immortal physique but also condensed an Immortal Mark. Tell me, which of you achieved that during the Divine Awakening stage?"
Jiang Chen, the youth on the crane, smirked faintly.
"An Immortal Mark..."
The heirs fell silent.
They had long since transcended the Divine Awakening tribulation, with the weakest among them already at the Martial God stage.
But precisely because of this, they understood how difficult it was to condense an Immortal Mark.
Even a high-grade Emperor’s Martial Mark was beyond most—let alone an Immortal Mark.
Jiang Chen continued, "The Nine Heavens are now in an era of golden prosperity. Immortal physiques, once rare even over millennia, have emerged in numbers across the celestial domains. Surely, you grasp the weight of such a physique?"
"But Jiang Che, a mere lower-realm native, is only at the early Divine Awakening stage! I’ve already reached Nirvana!"
"Oh? And you think Nirvana is impressive? An immortal physique can bridge that gap in mere decades!"
"Do you recall Patriarch Jiang Hong’s Chaos Fruit? He’ll undoubtedly gift it to Jiang Che to help him forge a Chaos Heart. And if I’m not mistaken... Jiang Che carries the fate of the lower realm itself!"
"The lower realm’s Heavenly Dao is withdrawing its essence. Soon, the Nine Heavens and the lower realm will merge, ascending into a true Immortal World. When the Heavenly Dao unites, destiny will favor the lower realm!"
"With the lower realm’s fate upon him, Jiang Che’s future is boundless..."
Jiang Chen, too, was an imperial heir of the Jiang Clan!
His Heavenly Vault Physique—a supreme-grade Saint Physique—was paired with a high-grade Emperor’s Martial Mark. Moreover, he ranked...
27th on the Heavenly Pride List!
"So, my advice? Choose your side early. Aligning with Jiang Che... means embracing a radiant future."
The other heirs narrowed their eyes at Jiang Chen.
After a long pause, the leading gray-robed heir spoke slowly, "Jiang Chen... has your Investment System chosen Jiang Che?"
Jiang Chen remained silent, but his gaze said it all.
The other heirs stiffened. Every Jiang clansman knew—Jiang Chen had been born with an innate system: the Investment System, allowing him to place bets on potential.
And he had never been wrong!
Rumor had it—just a rumor—that Jiang Chen had begun investing even as a mere drop of liquid. The moment his mother conceived him, his father was chosen as the Jiang Clan’s patriarch, now wielding supreme authority with a cultivation at the Third-Life Emperor Realm—a true pinnacle of the Nine Heavens.
After birth, his bets only grew bolder. At auctions, he’d buy a cheap rock, only to slice open a divine-grade spirit stone—until auction houses banned him outright.
He once tossed scraps to a beggar, who turned out to be a crippled immortal, taking Jiang Chen as a disciple.
Simply put—the man never lost!
Such was the terror of an innate system.
"But our Jiang Clan also has a True Immortal’s daughter, sealed away for 100,000 years. Word is she’s about to emerge... with an Immortal Spirit Root and an Immortal Mark. She might not lose to Jiang Che."
Another heir revealed a critical secret.
Though the Jiang Clan stood as a titan among the Nine Heavens, its dominance was limited—supreme only in the Eastern Azure Heaven.
The Nine Heavens were vast. Other celestial domains housed their own titans, especially the Central Heavenly Realm, home to ancient immortal clans with million-year legacies.
With the lower realm’s spiritual revival, the golden age had arrived. Immortal physiques, once unheard of, now appeared in numbers.
Under pressure, the Jiang Clan prepared to unseal their hidden trump card—the True Immortal’s direct descendant.
A genuine Immortal Spirit Root, a peerless genius from 100,000 years ago!
Even their emperor fathers would kneel and call her "ancestor" in her presence!
"What? Are you doubting my judgment now?"
Jiang Chen, seated atop his crane, grinned and pulled out an ancient silver coin, twirling it between his fingers.
"Jiang Chen, are you pledging allegiance to Jiang Che? He’s just a lower-realm bumpkin who got lucky!"
Another heir’s face twisted with unwillingness.
To these proud imperial heirs, Jiang Che was little more than a beggar. Bowing to a beggar?
They’d rather die.
Jiang Chen wagged a finger. "No, no. This isn’t allegiance. It’s a wager. I’m betting that destiny will crown Jiang Che."
Arrogant confidence flashed across his face. "And I... never lose."
......
[Ding! Host has scammed Jiang Clan heir ‘Jiang Chen,’ gaining 10 million Scam Points.]
Jiang Che: "???"
In mere moments, his mind buzzed with the names of six or seven so-called Jiang Clan heirs.
Points exploded like crazy—another few dozen million in the blink of an eye.
Ever since Jiang Che installed his Scam System, he’d been fleecing his own family. It was downright absurd.
"Not bad. Just three billion more points, and I can trade for the Chaos Immortal Physique."
Jiang Che rubbed his hands. The points came fast—just days after his tribulation, he’d already racked up over 200 million.
Once he saved enough, his fake Chaos Immortal Physique would evolve into the real deal.
After all, Patriarch Jiang Hong’s Azure Dragon Ring held a priceless Chaos Fruit, capable of forging a Chaos Heart.
Young Master Jiang embodied the creed of "pay-to-win" to perfection.
With enough money, even a dog could be turned into a cultivation prodigy.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
