"Young Master Jiang, Chi Shi was a powerful figure from the Crimson Molten Gold Serpent clan. That race is especially vengeful. Since you killed Chi Shi... the others must have already sensed his demise..."
"Given your immense strength, why not strike first? Wipe them all out before they come for you," Jia Yue goaded from the side.
"Heh... not a bad attempt at using me as your blade," Jiang Che remarked coolly, casting a sidelong glance at Jia Yue. Did this old woman really take him for a fool?
She probably had some personal grudge against the Crimson Molten Gold Serpents.
"Young Master, how could I possibly harbor any ill intentions?"
The old woman showed no trace of panic, her expression perfectly composed.
"This descent to the lower realm—every top-ten faction from the Southern Abyss Heaven has sent their people. Aside from our Cerulean Clan, there are many others..."
"They’re all busy establishing their own territories, scouring for relics left behind... and all those treasures rightfully belong to you!"
Currently, the altar could only transport cultivators up to the Fourth Revolution Divine Transformation realm. Yet Jiang Che had just casually slapped Chi Shi—a peak Fourth Revolution expert—to death. His true combat power likely reached the Sixth or even Seventh Revolution.
To put it bluntly, with Jiang Che’s abilities, wiping out these interlopers would be child’s play.
"After all that talk, you’re still just trying to use me as free labor, aren’t you? Clear out the competition so your clan can monopolize everything?" Jiang Che yawned. Did she really think he was that easy to manipulate?
Did he look like some pushover who’d dance to her tune?
"Young Master Jiang, I’ve already reported your situation to the Nine Heavens Cerulean Clan. The higher-ups are deeply impressed. When the next batch descends... the elders will handpick the most beautiful young maidens of our clan—guaranteed to surpass even the quality of your mermaid attendants!"
Jiang Che: "!!!"
When he typed three exclamation marks, it wasn’t out of shock—it was because he’d "stood at attention."
Damn it all. She’d ruthlessly exploited his weakness.
Ahem... "Now that you mention it, those Crimson Molten Gold Serpents and sea demons do deserve to die. Eliminating them would be a righteous act."
Jia Yue’s lip twitched.
How could someone embody shamelessness so flawlessly?
As for her claim... of course it was a lie. There was no way she could casually contact the upper realm like that.
Establishing a connection required elaborate rituals—like making a phone call, except this wasn’t just an international long-distance call. It was like dialing from Earth to Mars, with each second costing a fortune.
Jia Yue: "..."
"Old Woman Senior, I’ve heard your Cerulean Clan is one of the Nine Heavens’ top celebrity clans. Your mermaid maidens have produced many A-list stars who’ve taken the heavens by storm. Mind sparing a few for me?"
Jia Yue: "..."
Old Woman Senior? What kind of title was that?!
And did he just say "spare a few"? The Cerulean Clan’s elite mermaid celebrities were artists, not commodities. Even an Imperial-level figure could only admire them from afar.
But no matter how infuriated she was, she had to remain polite to a prodigy like Jiang Che.
"Young Master, I’ll... try to negotiate with the clan."
What a hopeless lecher.
"Many thanks, Senior!" Jiang Che smiled like a spring breeze.
With his divine hearing, he was well aware of Jia Yue’s inner monologue—but it didn’t matter. She’d already made her promise. Once the contract was sealed, he’d have every right to take what he wanted.
Besides... he did have a score to settle with these interlopers from the sea clans.
......
Atlantis Empire.
Beneath the Dragon Pearl Altar.
"My heavens... is this really our dragonkind’s sacred treasure—the Ancestral Dragon Pearl? It’s enormous!"
"I feel like this pearl might even dwarf the one in our Nine Heavens Dragon Palace. A ten-thousand-meter-wide dragon pearl... This must be the relic of a True Immortal-level Ancestral Dragon!"
"Who knows what kind of draconic legacy lies within? We might even uncover the legendary Immortal Dragon Arts!"
Several Fourth Revolution Divine Transformation experts from the Dragon Palace gaped in awe at the colossal pearl hanging above them like a second sun.
After the decline of the Post-Atlantean civilization, the dragon descendants’ bloodlines grew increasingly diluted, devolving into mere flood dragons, then sea demons—until they could no longer recognize their own sacred relic.
So the Atlanteans had repurposed the pearl as a glorified nightlight, suspended high in the abyssal sky.
"Contact the Nine Heavens Dragon Palace immediately! We’ve found the dragonkind’s sacred treasure—the Ancestral Dragon Pearl!!!" a young dragonkin exclaimed excitedly.
"Already done. The clan is taking this very seriously... This pearl holds the key to our race’s revival!"
Dragonkind’s revival—just hearing those words sent a thrill through the dozen or so Dragon Palace experts.
"Her Highness the Dragon Maiden has taken personal charge. She’s preparing to descend and investigate."
"What? Her Highness is coming down herself?" another horned cultivator blurted out.
"Her Highness is currently in seclusion. She won’t descend in person, but rumor has it she’ll send an avatar across realms..."
The group chattered excitedly, their eyes alight with reverence whenever they mentioned the Dragon Palace’s elite.
Among dragons, bloodline was everything.
The purer one’s draconic heritage, the greater their potential.
Figures like the Dragon Maiden were purebloods—some even exhibited ancestral reversion. She ranked among the most renowned prodigies on the Heavenly Genius Leaderboard.
"Keep going! How strong is this Dragon Maiden’s avatar? Don’t leave us hanging!"
An unfamiliar voice cut in from beside them.
"What’s your hurry? Even if Her Highness’s avatar arrives, she wouldn’t spare you a glance—" A young dragonkin started to snap, then froze mid-sentence.
That voice... wasn’t one of theirs.
A dozen draconic experts whipped their heads toward the source—only to find a human youth standing among them, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
!!!
Instantly, every scale on their bodies stood on end as if they’d seen a ghost.
When did this guy get here?!
How did none of us notice?!
Every one of them was at least a Second Revolution Divine Transformation expert, with four at the Fourth Revolution. Not even a speck of dust could evade their spiritual senses.
There was only one explanation: this person’s cultivation far surpassed theirs.
"Who are you?!"
"Stay—stay back!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
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.”
