"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!"
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!
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?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?!
