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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
