Jiang Che only needed a single drop of True Dragon’s Essence Blood and a few Dragon Blood Crystals to make all ten Divine Transformation Realm dragon descendants defect!
Qiu Lin’s True Dragon’s Essence Blood was an exception—this guy had been performing well and could be entrusted with greater responsibilities.
Besides, in any large corporation, there’s always that one ordinary employee who keeps getting promoted, all to motivate the others to work harder, right?
As for the rest? Jiang Che would at most toss them a few Dragon Blood Crystals.
True Dragon’s Essence Blood? That was nothing more than an empty promise from Jiang Che.
"BOOM—"
Just as these people fully surrendered, Qiu Lin’s heavenly tribulation was also reaching its end.
With the descent of a massive thunderbolt into the depths of the sea, Qiu Lin successfully weathered the Divine Transformation Tribulation!
The aura of the Divine Transformation Realm radiated outward.
"Young Master Jiang!"
Qiu Lin’s booming voice echoed through the air.
A massive crimson dragon, wreathed in flames and stretching hundreds of meters long, emerged—its appearance alone far surpassing that of the previous monstrous dragon.
Now bearing the true form of a dragon, it was a far cry from the hideous serpent it had once been.
With a shake of his body, Qiu Lin transformed into a towering two-meter-tall man, his hair now a blazing red.
With a loud THUD, he dropped to his knees before Jiang Che.
"Young Master Jiang, from this day forth, you are my one and only master!"
Jiang Che glanced at Qiu Lin, slightly surprised.
This guy had just broken through to the Divine Transformation Realm, yet he had already reached the Sixth Revolution of Divine Transformation!
Had he just become the strongest cultivator on Blue Star?
Well, given the complete metamorphosis of his bloodline, such a drastic power surge wasn’t entirely unexpected.
And Jiang Che had no reason to worry about Qiu Lin betraying him after gaining strength—his loyalty was already maxed out at 100.
His form of address for Jiang Che had also evolved from "Martial God Sovereign" and "Young Master Jiang" to simply "Master"!
"Master! There’s no need for you to deal with these dragon trash—leave them to me!"
Qiu Lin slowly rose to his feet, his gaze locked onto the dragons before him.
Though he was once one of them, he was no longer the Qiu Lin of the Dragon Palace.
"Qiu... Qiu Lin! What do you think you’re doing?!"
"Young... Young Master Jiang, save me!"
"Qiu Lin, we’ve surrendered to Young Master Jiang too! We’re on the same side now—no need to turn on your own!"
Qiu Lin: "???"
Before his tribulation, these guys had been waving the Dragon Palace’s banner with pride. How had they become traitors so quickly?
...
"Young Master Jiang, this old dragon must advise you—it would be best if you did not set your sights on the Dragon Maiden."
The Old Dragon spoke cautiously.
"Oh? Are you unaware that I am the Progeny of the Nine Heavens’ Jiang Clan?" Jiang Che reclined lazily in a wicker chair, flipping through a photo album of the Dragon Maiden with an air of indifference.
Why sit? Because standing would make it hard to keep his AK under control.
"Ah... Of course, this old dragon knows of your esteemed status as the Jiang Clan’s Progeny and your prowess as a Sacred Body cultivator. But you must understand... the Dragon Maiden is already betrothed!"
Betrothed...
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, slowly lifting his gaze to meet the Old Dragon’s.
Betrothed? How cliché. Next thing you know, there’ll be a breakup arc, right?
"Young Master Jiang, this old dragon has lived for over fifteen hundred years. Though my cultivation is lacking, I’ve heard many secrets within the Dragon Palace."
"Rumors say the Dragon Maiden’s fiancé is the disciple of an immortal. Even with your status as the Jiang Clan’s Progeny, you may..."
Jiang Che tapped his fingers lightly, as if weighing his options.
An immortal’s disciple?
This plot sounded way too familiar!!!
Most likely, the Dragon Maiden was a destined heroine, tied to some ultra-high-tier Chosen One. They’d meet, fall in love, and then the Chosen One would be discovered and humiliated by the villainous fiancé.
Cue the training montage, the Chosen One’s rise to power, the epic showdown where he slays the immortal, and finally, the happily-ever-after with the rich and beautiful Dragon Maiden?
A textbook power fantasy if there ever was one.
Just this revenge arc alone could easily stretch over a thousand chapters.
But... just how overpowered would this Chosen One have to be to kill an immortal?!
[Ding! The Chosen One ‘Chu Yuan’ has defeated the Shattering Heaven Realm tree demon ‘Lin Mu,’ earning 800,000 Ironhead Points. You have received 8 million points.]
[Ding! Your points have accumulated to 500 million. Would you like to exchange them for the ‘Chaos Immortal Body’?]
!!!
Chu Yuan!
Exactly. The Dragon Maiden would descend to the mortal realm in search of a dragon treasure, and Chu Yuan would inevitably benefit from it.
If not for Jiang Che’s interference, Chu Yuan would undoubtedly be the Chosen One—blessed with the Chaos Immortal Body and heaven-defying opportunities, the darling of the Heavenly Dao itself.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Chu Yuan... Well, since you already have the Ironhead System, I’ll just take your future wife off your hands ahead of time."
[Ding! Host successfully scammed the Chosen One ‘Chu Yuan,’ earning 5 million Scam Points.]
Just as expected! Chu Yuan was the Dragon Maiden’s destined partner.
Meanwhile, Chu Yuan, who had just defeated Lin Mu, suddenly shuddered, his breathing turning ragged as if he had been marked by something sinister.
...
"An immortal’s disciple? I’ll cut him down all the same."
Jiang Che’s tone was indifferent as he spoke.
At the same time, he spent 500 million points to purchase the Chaos Immortal Body.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully exchanged 500 million points for the Chaos Immortal Body. Would you like to fuse with it now?]
His points balance instantly zeroed out.
"Fuse. Let’s see what a real Immortal Body feels like."
Immortal Bodies were exceedingly rare even in the Nine Heavens, yet Jiang Che only needed a few months of point accumulation to buy one. He never doubted the system’s supremacy.
Did they really think he relied on the so-called Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens?
From the very beginning, his true backing had always been the System Mommy.
After all, even the mightiest backers could become obsolete—only the system’s authority remained ever-evolving.
In an instant, the power of Jiang Che’s bloodline surged as a wisp of Chaos Qi flowed into his heart meridian. The terrifying Dao Rhyme of Chaos radiated outward.
Everyone present was stunned!
"The Dao of Chaos?! You... You... You possess the Chaos Body?!"
The dragons nearly dropped their jaws in shock.
They recognized the Chaos Immortal Body—having lived for centuries, their discernment was sharp.
The Old Dragon, who had just been cautioning Jiang Che, was now utterly dumbfounded.
An Immortal Body... and the Chaos Immortal Body at that?
No wonder he was so confident!
With an Immortal Body, even an immortal’s disciple wasn’t necessarily an unbeatable foe.
Moreover, the Jiang Clan would undoubtedly go all out to protect him. While the Jiang Clan publicly claimed to have no immortals... being hailed as an Eternal Immortal Clan spoke volumes.
The difference between a Sacred Body and an Immortal Body was like night and day.
Jia Yue of the mermaid tribe, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt his scalp go numb.
Chaos Immortal Body?!
Holy shit, the intel was wrong!
He wasn’t a Sacred Body cultivator—he was an Immortal Body!!!
Jia Yue gulped hard. Now that he thought about it... those indecent requests he’d made earlier might actually be acceptable?
Maybe... he should contact the elders of the Jialan Clan and explain the situation?
When the next batch of cross-realm teleportations arrived from Nanming Heaven, they could send a bunch of peerless beauties for Young Master Jiang’s enjoyment?
When other clans teleport down hundreds of powerful immortal cultivators, the Jialan Clan will stand out by sending down hundreds of breathtakingly beautiful mermaid maidens instead. Now that... would be quite a sight to behold!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
