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!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
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.”
