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.
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!
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?
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
