With Jiang Che's resounding slap, the entire underwater world fell into stunned silence.
What kind of joke was this?
"Are you all part of this guy's clan?" Jiang Che asked with a grin, his tone carrying the ominous vibe of a butcher eyeing his next prey.
"I... I'm not! I barely know Chi Fen!"
"Young master, I’m just a passerby! What even is a Crimson Flame Gold-Devouring Python?"
The group shook their heads frantically. Clan honor?
Their lives came first!
"Heh—" Jiang Che chuckled lightly, sweeping his gaze across the crowd.
"Let me introduce myself. I’m Jiang Che, from the Jiang Clan of the Nine Heavens!"
The moment these words left his mouth, the sea tribes collectively gasped.
No wonder his cultivation was so terrifying—he was the rumored Prodigy of the Jiang Clan!
"Hahaha, so it’s Young Master Jiang! What an honor to meet you!" A middle-aged man at the fourth level of Divine Transformation fawned as he stepped forward.
"How honored?" Jiang Che countered flatly.
"..."
"Ahem, Young Master Jiang, this old man has long heard of your legendary exploits in the Nine Heavens. Truly a peerless genius..."
"Such as?" Jiang Che pressed.
"..."
If I don’t feel awkward, the awkwardness belongs to someone else.
"Listen up. The mortal realm is currently my domain. Anyone who dares to cause trouble with their cultivation... well, Chi Shi and Chi Fen’s fate will be yours!"
Jiang Che’s tone remained calm, but his words carried an unshakable threat.
Under normal circumstances, after the spiritual revival, the world would descend into chaos. Foreign races would invade, and danger would intertwine with opportunity.
In such turbulent times, only those blessed with heaven-defying luck—the Chosen Ones—could rise above the rest. The ordinary? Just bones paving the golden age.
But Jiang Che was different. He sought to control the era of spiritual revival, to prevent the world from collapsing into disorder.
Ah, this world was in tatters, but Young Master Jiang was stitching it back together.
How heartbreaking.
It wasn’t just the underwater races. Across the mortal realm, all nine altar gates had awakened, even the Kunlun Mountains connecting to the Central Imperial Heaven. Countless Divine Transformation experts had already crossed over.
Maintaining order was like trying to scale the heavens.
The spiritual revival was accelerating. The next wave of descending experts would be high-level Divine Transformation cultivators, followed by Martial God-level prodigies.
These were all elites from the top races of the Nine Heavens. The Jiang Clan alone couldn’t shield him.
Fortunately, Jiang Che had plenty of aces up his sleeve.
......
Southern Abyss Heaven.
Jialan Sea, core territory of the Jialan Clan.
"What? That Jiang kid is an Immortal Physique? Are you sure?"
"And a Chaos Immortal Physique at that? Impossible! The Chaos Immortal Physique hasn’t appeared in 300,000 years. How could it emerge in the lower realm?"
The mermaid elders of the Jialan Clan were floored.
As a top-20 power in the Southern Abyss Heaven, the Jialan Clan’s strength was undeniable. These elders were all at least at the Creation Realm.
"I think it’s plausible! A friend of mine mentioned that Emperor Jiang Hong of the Jiang Clan took in an exceptional disciple named Jiang Che!"
"Emperor Jiang Hong’s standards are sky-high. He wouldn’t even glance at a Saint Physique. For him to take a disciple... an Immortal Physique makes sense."
"But a Chaos Immortal Physique... Could Jia Yue have misjudged?"
As the debate raged, several more mermaids approached.
"What’s all this noise? It’s giving me a headache."
A stunning mermaid glided forward, her figure draped in sheer veils. Her wavy, azure hair cascaded like the ocean, and her enormous tail shimmered with perfection. Her eyes, adorned with exotic markings, held the depth of the sea itself.
Every movement exuded grace, a vision of unparalleled beauty.
"Princess! Why have you come?"
The other mermaids bowed deeply.
The mermaid princess was the only daughter of the Jialan Queen.
The queen’s bloodline was sacred. To preserve its purity, the royal lineage was inherited solely by female mermaids, who could reproduce asexually, ensuring the royal blood remained untainted.
And this was none other than the Jialan Clan’s princess—Jia Ling'er!
"What’s this about an Immortal Physique or Saint Physique? Tell me!"
Jia Ling'er crossed her arms, curiosity piqued.
"Your Highness, our scouts in the mortal realm reported an Immortal Physique... a Chaos Immortal Physique, no less..."
Jia Ling'er narrowed her eyes.
A Chaos Immortal Physique... She herself had no supreme physique, but she had inherited the ancestral mermaid bloodline, a lineage rivaling the gods. Though young and not yet ranked among the prodigies, her strength had already reached the peak of Divine Transformation.
By human standards, she was barely 18.
"How fascinating. A Chaos Immortal Physique unseen for millennia, appearing in the lower realm?"
Jia Ling'er’s smile was so radiant it seemed to freeze the air around her.
"Y-Your Highness, this Chaos Immortal Physique’s personality is... utterly depraved," an elderly mermaid at the Quasi-Emperor Realm interjected.
Jia Ling'er frowned. "Explain."
"According to Jia Yue’s report, this prodigy is a shameless lecher. They say he already has over 3,000 lovers. Jia Yue even suggested we send only the most beautiful young mermaids in the next crossing... for... for his pleasure!"
Clearly, Jia Yue had embellished Jiang Che’s reputation when reporting to the clan.
Jia Ling'er’s gaze turned icy.
"For his pleasure?"
"Ha! Does he think our Jialan Clan is here to supply his harem? No... Logically, someone with an Immortal Physique should be the one bearing the fate of the mortal realm. Such debauchery doesn’t add up."
Her frown deepened. "Jia Yue might have betrayed us. We can’t take her words at face value."
"As for whether he’s truly an Immortal Physique... I’ll consult Mother. She has ties to Emperor Jiang Hong and might know more."
Jia Ling'er’s thoughts settled. She refused to believe someone with an Immortal Physique could be so vile.
But the truth remained uncertain. Only her mother could provide answers.
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?!
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
