Jiang Ruoxu did not turn off his live stream while enduring the heavenly tribulation, so his pitiful state was witnessed by over a hundred million viewers in the broadcast.
Because Jiang Ruoxu had preached the "Human Emperor Scripture," his prestige in the cultivation world of Dragon Country was immense, even surpassing Jiang Che's reputation. Some had even begun revering him as the "Ancestor of Dao."
In the past, whenever the young master appeared in a live stream, he always carried an air of grandeur—after all, showing off required proper flair. Even when facing the Thousand Tribulations of Immortality earlier, he remained calm and composed, as if the heavenly punishment was nothing to him.
But now, he had been utterly broken by the thunder.
[Holy shit, streamer, hang in there! Don’t let the lightning kill you! Who else are we supposed to learn cultivation from?]
[Do you really have to endure such terrifying lightning tribulations just to reach the Divine Passage realm? If that’s the case, maybe I’ll just skip this realm altogether.]
[If you’re not cultivating it, then neither am I.]
[Ahem, sounds like you guys just lack the talent to reach Divine Passage, huh?]
[But was what he said earlier true? The streamer is still a virgin? Damn… Compared to his brother, that’s just sad. Young Master Jiang has a harem full of beauties!]
[I also heard… Old Master Jiang Yunhuang was quite the playboy in his youth, with over a dozen wives and concubines. Young Master Jiang Che has clearly surpassed his ancestor. So why is Jiang Ruoxu… Could it really be that he’s as “weak” as his name suggests?]
[Let’s just say… maybe Jiang Ruoxu isn’t actually a blood descendant of the Jiang family? How did he miss out on inheriting the playboy gene?]
[Yikes… The more you think about it, the more plausible it seems! The grandson might not be a real grandson, you know…]
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxu, who was desperately enduring the tribulation, accidentally glanced at the live stream comments and nearly had a stroke from rage.
Thanks to his system, he could instantly read all the comments with just a thought.
[You bastards are the illegitimate ones!]
Just as Jiang Ruoxu was losing his composure, another bolt of lightning struck him squarely on the head, blasting his soul right out of his body!
"Soul-Nourishing Pills! Soul-Nourishing Pills! Thank god I still have some system points left!"
Jiang Ruoxu quickly accessed the system shop, but the moment he entered, he froze in shock.
[System Shop Flash Sale! Everything at 10% off! Only 10% of the original price!]
10% off?!
Instantly, Jiang Ruoxu’s nearly shattered soul reignited with excitement.
He had always complained about the system’s ridiculously high prices, but now… with a 90% discount, the possibilities were endless.
[Premium Soul-Nourishing Pill: Heals soul injuries. Original price: 300,000 Pretend Points. Now: 30,000 Pretend Points.]
[Supreme Spirit Stone: Original price: 10 million Pretend Points. Now: 1 million.]
Without hesitation, Jiang Ruoxu bought ten Soul-Nourishing Pills and swallowed one immediately. His scattered soul instantly reformed.
"No time to think—I’m splurging! Even if I die, I’m spending every last Pretend Point!"
Jiang Ruoxu went on a shopping spree.
He refused to die a poor man!
[Lightning-Warding Talisman: Can block one heavenly-grade lightning strike. Original price: 1 million Pretend Points. Now: 100,000.]
A Lightning-Warding Talisman?!
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes lit up, and he immediately bought one.
"BOOM—" Another bolt of Heavenly Dao’s Eternal Thunder struck him, but this time, the talisman absorbed 90% of its power. The remaining 10% was nothing he couldn’t handle.
"I’m saved! Heaven hasn’t abandoned me!"
Grinning from ear to ear, Jiang Ruoxu spent 3 million Pretend Points to buy 30 Lightning-Warding Talismans.
He had saved up a fortune—nearly 30 million Pretend Points.
Originally, he had planned to save 10 million to buy a Supreme Body-Refining Pill for his master, Mo Lianxing. But now, she had already been whisked away by Jiang Che.
"Damn, even the Celestial Body is on sale? 10% off and it’s still 300 million?! Still can’t afford it! What a scam!"
After cursing for a while, Jiang Ruoxu settled for purchasing power-boosting treasures. Unlike Jiang Che, he didn’t splurge on disposable items—he had to be frugal.
His attention then turned to Martial Dao Imprints.
"My master said… surviving the Divine Passage Tribulation would allow me to condense a Martial Dao Imprint." Jiang Ruoxu clenched his fists.
For him, a Martial Dao Imprint was the most valuable treasure right now.
[Immortal-Grade Martial Dao Imprint: Condenses a True Immortal’s Martial Dao Imprint. Original price: 1 billion Pretend Points. Now: 100 million.]
Nope, way too expensive!
[Emperor-Grade Martial Dao Imprint: Condenses a Supreme Emperor’s Martial Dao Imprint. Original price: 150 million Pretend Points. Now: 15 million.]
Sold!
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who knew when the next 90% discount would come?
He knew his limits—at best, he could only condense a top-tier King-Grade Martial Dao Imprint. An Emperor-Grade one? Practically impossible.
It was a shame. Jiang Che had condensed the highest-grade Immortal Imprint, while he was once again… one step behind.
......
The Lightning-Warding Talismans were incredibly effective, shielding Jiang Ruoxu from most of the tribulation’s damage.
Even the legendary Heavenly Dao’s Eternal Tribulation couldn’t kill him.
Of course, 30 talismans weren’t enough to survive the entire ordeal. The young master had to buy every healing pill he could find, emptying his entire fortune… just to barely cling to life.
When the tribulation clouds finally dispersed, all that remained was a charred, motionless body.
But soon, the burnt shell cracked and fell away, revealing a terrifying aura surging from within.
Having survived the Heavenly Dao’s Eternal Tribulation, he had forged an Eternal Body—a Quasi-Immortal physique.
"I… What’s happening to me?"
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes widened as overwhelming power flooded his body.
"My physique… has evolved?"
Meanwhile, high above the thunderclouds…
Jiang Che yawned. Though he had played a trick on Jiang Ruoxu, he had also given him plenty of opportunities.
He had practically handed him a Quasi-Immortal Body and an Emperor-Grade Martial Dao Imprint. Even his survival of the Heavenly Dao’s Eternal Tribulation was thanks to Jiang Che’s behind-the-scenes meddling.
Did he really think a few talismans could defy the Heavenly Dao’s wrath?
[My lord, it seems you do have a soft spot for family. To bestow such fortune upon that boy…]
Mo Lianxing wasn’t foolish. Though Jiang Ruoxu had talent and a Pure Yang Saint Body, that physique was considered low-tier even among Saint Bodies—let alone capable of triggering a Heavenly Dao Tribulation.
There was no way he could have survived without Jiang Che’s intervention.
"Oh? So you’re saying I was heartless before?" Jiang Che side-eyed Mo Lianxing.
[Of course not! I’ve been by your side day and night, and the treasures you’ve given me are beyond count. How could you ever be called heartless?]
"Ah, so I’m only a good husband when I shower you with riches? Otherwise, I’m just a scoundrel?"
Jiang Che couldn't hold it in anymore—how could someone be this shamelessly greedy for money?
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
