"Although there's no portrait of Jiang Che's master, I have a strong feeling... Jiang Che's master must be some top-tier big shot within our Destiny Seekers Association."
"That's why Young Master Jiang didn’t go all out against us! Otherwise, wouldn’t it be like the dragon king’s own family fighting each other?"
Lin Chong had already mentally classified Jiang Che as one of their own.
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed!!!
"By the way, I’m planning to send Jiang Che a gift. Any ideas what would be good?" Lin Chong rubbed his hands together.
Even in the world of cultivation, social etiquette still mattered!
"A gift? With a Heaven Pavilion-level master backing him, Jiang Che probably lacks nothing in terms of resources. Even if we sold ourselves, we couldn’t afford anything worthy!"
Xu Rong frowned slightly.
He’d been wanting to give Jiang Che something too, after all, it was Jiang Che who had helped upgrade his system.
"Ah, you’re right. We’re all just a bunch of broke losers..."
"Broke losers?" Chen Hao, who had been picking his nose nearby, latched onto a key word!
"Listen, I know Jiang Che well. Instead of thinking about gifts, you’d be better off considering whether you have any pretty sisters, cousins, or daughters. That beast has a thing for them!"
Chen Hao declared himself the authority on this matter.
His own younger sister, Chen Ningshuang, had fallen into Jiang Che’s clutches. Just thinking about her still made his heart ache.
It had been over a year since Ningshuang followed Jiang Che, and they hadn’t seen each other since. He had no idea if she was being mistreated.
"Oh? Brother Chen Hao, what are you implying? Offering sisters as concubines to Jiang Che?"
Lin Chong frowned.
"What? You got a problem with that? Getting connected to a Heaven Pavilion big shot’s disciple—if Jiang Che weren’t such a horndog, would you even have this chance?"
"You—"
"What? My sister’s already one of Jiang Che’s women. I may not be doing great, but at least I’ve got a solid backer now!"
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Lin Chong fell silent.
He didn’t have any sisters or daughters—just a beautiful wife.
Was he supposed to offer his own wife as a concubine to Young Master Jiang?
Damn... that was too bitter to swallow!!!
"I... I only have a wife, but she’s still up in the Nine Heavens..."
"A wife? Then you’re out of luck! Jiang Che may be a horndog, but he’s got standards—no interest in married women. Too bad."
Just as Lin Chong was agonizing over this, a sudden idea struck him.
"Wait! I could summon a few Destiny Maidens down here!"
Xu Mo blinked. "Destiny Maidens?"
That was an unfamiliar term. The Destiny Seekers Association was mostly male-dominated. Before the spiritual revival... out of the 400-plus Destiny Seekers in their Human Pavilion, women were few and far between.
Of course, they had encountered Destiny Maidens before, but the damn problem was... these women were all busy entangled in cliché romance dramas with domineering CEOs—full of tragic love, chasing, escaping, and no way out.
What use were such Destiny Maidens?
After all, no matter how "destined" they were, mortal-world Destiny Maidens couldn’t escape the script of love.
"Exactly! Just within my Human Pavilion alone, there are over a dozen talented Destiny Maidens, most of whom should still be virgins..."
"Pavilion Master Lin, do you really have that much authority in the Destiny Seekers Association? Even the quota for descending to the mortal world is limited, isn’t it?"
Lin Chong: "..."
Why was this guy always undermining him?
But Xu Mo wasn’t wrong.
The Destiny Seekers Association’s influence in the Nine Heavens was vast, with millions of Human Pavilions... Lin Chong had just been lucky to be chosen this time. Next descent? He’d have no say.
This kind of decision wasn’t something a mere Human Pavilion master could make—not even an Earth Pavilion master had that authority.
The Nine Heavens were too vast, with 360 domains per Heaven, equivalent to 360 Earth Pavilions!
"Ahem, even if I don’t have direct authority, I can still relay the request to the higher-ups to send more Destiny Maidens down. At least I can pass the message."
As the conversation continued, they inevitably circled back to Jiang Che.
"Wait, seriously? His name is Jiang Che... not ‘Jiang’ as in the surname?"
"No way! A once-in-an-era lightning tribulation??? And he just sailed through it? He can’t just be a Saint Physique—must be the legendary Immortal Physique."
"As expected of a disciple handpicked by a Heaven Pavilion big shot. Absolute legend!"
Under the combined influence of Xu Mo, Chen Hao, and the others, Lin Chong’s group had fully transformed into Jiang Che’s fanboys!
"The Human Emperor Scripture??? Jiang Che actually possesses the Human Emperor Scripture? And he’s spreading it to the entire mortal world?"
"Hold on, are you saying... everyone in the mortal world is cultivating the Human Emperor Scripture now? What about the Bridal... er, the Preaching Scripture? No one’s practicing that?"
Xu Mo looked puzzled. "Preaching Scripture? Brother Lin, how did you know about people cultivating the Preaching Scripture?"
Since the Human Emperor Scripture could only be practiced by those of Yan-Huang bloodline, foreigners were almost exclusively cultivating the Preaching Scripture.
The only catch? The Preaching Scripture’s efficiency was far inferior to the Human Emperor Scripture!
"Ahem, let me be honest with you. This so-called Preaching Scripture was actually created by one of our Destiny Seekers Association’s big shots. Its original name was the Bridal Demon Art!"
Xu Mo’s eyes widened. "Bridal Demon Art?"
That name didn’t sound like anything good.
"Exactly. The Bridal Demon Art is quite infamous even in the Nine Heavens. Despite knowing it’s a demonic technique—where cultivators ultimately become sacrifices for others—countless people still flock to it."
"And the creator of this art is one of our Heaven Pavilion masters, known as the Demon Emperor."
"Don’t worry, though. Many Destiny Seekers Association members practice the Bridal Demon Art. The Demon Emperor never turns on his own people... so cultivate without fear!"
Lin Chong chuckled. Though he was just a lowly Human Pavilion master—a nobody in the grand scheme of the Nine Heavens—he knew more secrets than many Earth Pavilion elites.
"But this Preaching... Bridal Demon Art was obtained by some guy named Lin Fan after the severing of heaven and earth. How did he get his hands on it?"
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes, sensing critical intel. He made a mental note to report this to his brother-in-law later.
"No idea. But the Bridal Demon Art, terrifying as it is, is technically safe for us to practice."
"Then... Pavilion Master Lin, dare I ask, have you practiced this peerless demonic art yourself?"
"Nope!" Lin Chong answered without hesitation.
Chen Hao, Xu Rong, Xu Mo: "..."
You damn coward, you won’t even touch it yourself, yet you’re pushing others to try?
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.
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...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
