Martial God Realm!
Though the white-haired elder hadn't actively made a move, the sheer pressure of his aura alone was enough to suffocate everyone present.
A true Martial God!
In an instant, everyone—including Jiang Yunhuang and the members of the Jiutian Jiang Family—tensed up.
"How is this possible? How could a Martial God emerge in the mortal realm now? And the spatial rifts shouldn’t even allow Martial Gods to descend!"
A bald Buddhist cultivator's voice trembled slightly.
As for the group of Chosen Ones from the Destiny Association, they were even more bewildered.
Being part of the Destiny Association, they had a deeper understanding of these inter-dimensional altars. These altars were constructed with the power of the Heavenly Dao—even Great Emperor-level experts couldn’t force their way through. Descending from the Upper Realms was out of the question. Could it be due to the spiritual energy resurgence... a native Martial God from the mortal realm?
That sounded even more absurd!
"G-Greetings, Senior!"
Facing a Martial God, even those backed by the Destiny Association couldn’t help but feel intimidated.
Though they were all blessed with great fortune, encountering countless opportunities in their lives and escaping ordinary calamities unscathed...
Fortune had its limits. Unless their Destiny Rank was truly high, even Chosen Ones would meet their end in certain inescapable situations.
Like right now—facing a hostile Martial God in the lower realm. Given their Human Pavilion’s Destiny Rank, death was the only possible outcome.
"Hmph... I’m not doing well at all! This old man despises bullies the most."
The white-bearded elder stroked his beard lightly, his robes fluttering with an aura that was seventy percent celestial and thirty percent domineering, pressing down on everyone so hard they didn’t dare lift their heads.
"W-We weren’t bullying anyone!"
"Martial God Senior, we were merely discussing the Dao of cultivation with these fellow practitioners!" Even the previously arrogant Buddhist cultivators had lost their bravado.
This old man was clearly here to back the Jiang Family.
They had no idea where the Jiang Family had dug up a Martial God as their supporter, but for now, submission was the only option.
At that moment, a young voice rang out again.
"Martial God Senior, don’t listen to their nonsense—just kill them all!"
Everyone’s gaze shifted to the horizon, where a youthful figure slowly appeared, riding a sword with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully pulling off a domineering act. Reward: 3 million points.]
Ahem. Since it was Jiang Che making his entrance, of course, the white-robed Martial God was fake.
That’s right—this Martial God-level elder was just a special effect conjured by him.
Truthfully, with Jiang Che’s current strength—his fully awakened Chaos Immortal Body, the True Immortal Mark, and mastery over the Space Dao—slaughtering these low-level Divine Transformation cultivators would’ve been effortless.
But he didn’t bother killing them one by one. A single Martial God’s presence was enough to silence them.
And in the future, even if Martial Gods or Nirvana-stage prodigies descended, this trick would still work. Sorry... but the mortal realm was Jiang Che’s territory.
"Hahaha... Perfect timing. This old man could use some exercise."
With that, the white-robed elder slowly raised his hand, smiling at the group of bald monks.
"W-Wait, Senior! You’re a Martial God—how could you take orders from some brat?!"
The lead Buddhist cultivator panicked, desperately trying to sow discord.
"Hah! This old man was sealed in divine ore, and Young Master Jiang happened to stumble into the secret realm and release me. I’ve sworn a Heavenly Dao Oath to serve as his protector for a hundred years..."
"Got a problem with that?"
The elder narrowed his eyes, a flash of killing intent passing through them.
Everyone: "......"
They were utterly dumbfounded.
What kind of absurd luck was this? Stumbling into a secret realm was one thing, but freeing an ancient Martial God from sealing?
And not only that—the Martial God had to serve as his protector for a century?
How was that fair?!
Especially Chu Yuan, whose face twisted in frustration.
[Why?! Why does Jiang Che get a Martial God as a protector when he unseals one, while every old monster I free tries to possess me?!]
[Heaven, this isn’t fair!!!]
Indeed, as the Chosen of Destiny, Chu Yuan had explored countless secret realms and encountered many ancient beings sealed within. Just when he thought his destined opportunity had arrived, every single one of those old monsters tried to take over his body!
Of course, he ended up killing them all and looting their treasures.
But it still stung. Why such a huge difference in treatment? Was it just because Jiang Che was better-looking than him?
......
"Young Master Jiang! T-This humble monk was actually here to deliver gifts!"
Seeing the situation turn dire, the lead monk immediately changed his tune, hurriedly pulling out all the treasures from his spatial ring with a fawning smile.
"Hah... Foolish. If I kill you, your treasures will be mine anyway!"
Jiang Che laughed. Beside him, the white-robed elder raised his hand.
The aura of a Martial God expanded, condensing into sword energy with a casual flick of his wrist. The slash carried earth-shattering momentum, causing every sword cultivator’s blade to hum in resonance.
Especially Yu Chengkong, the Chosen of Destiny—the two swords at his waist seemed to come alive.
"M-Martial God! Young Master Jiang Che, spare us—!"
One slash.
The group of bald monks was obliterated like withered grass under the sword’s might.
Silence. Deathly silence.
The remaining Chosen Ones from the Destiny Association collectively lost their nerve.
This... was the power of a Martial God?!
"Well done, Senior." Jiang Che landed gracefully, beginning his performance.
Of course, the elder was just an illusion with no real abilities—but Jiang Che could assign him skills as needed.
[Martial God’s Slash: One-time use item card. Unleashes a devastating sword strike at the Martial God level. Truly terrifying.]
[Cost: 500,000 points.]
Special effects alone weren’t enough—what if some reckless fool tested their luck?
A bloody example had to be made. From then on, all descending cultivators would fall under Jiang Che’s control.
And if a real Martial God descended? No problem—Jiang Che’s bodyguards would simply "level up" accordingly.
Martial Gods descend? He’d summon a few Nirvana-stage guardians.
Nirvana-stage experts arrive? He’d bring out Creation Realm protectors.
Always one step ahead. How’s that for intimidation?
"Young Master Jiang! We surrender!!!"
Lin Chong, leader of the Destiny Association, dropped to his knees.
Against Jiang Yunhuang, a Fifth Revolution Divine Transformation expert, and the dozens of Jiang Family elites, the Destiny Association hadn’t been afraid. After all, they were Chosen—working together, they could hold their own.
But damn it... they hadn’t accounted for a cheater like this!
A Martial God? Unless experts from the Earth Pavilion descended, they were all doomed.
Immediate surrender was the only option!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
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
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
