"Jiang Che~~~ Who is this 'Empress'? And who are these 'immortal maidens'?"
On the bed, Yu Wan'er straddled Jiang Che, her face scrunched in displeasure as she pinched and tugged at his cheeks.
Jiang Che frowned, slowly opening his eyes.
He hadn’t been asleep—merely retreating his consciousness into the Soul-Nurturing Ring for a... deep discussion with Mo Lianxing. His physical body, left unattended, must have muttered something in his sleep, and of course, Yu Wan'er overheard.
Now, waking up to find her perched on his face, he could already tell she was seething with jealousy again.
"Get off. What do you know? One day, I’ll bring home a sister with Emperor-level cultivation. Then you’ll get to share the same... straw as an Empress."
Yu Wan'er tilted her head, the unruly strand of hair on her crown twitching. Then she burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! You? Finding an Empress? Keep dreaming—no wonder you were babbling about her in your sleep!"
"Uh... Jiang Che, I was wrong. Onii-chan... Onii-chan~~~"
Daring to provoke Jiang Che at home had only one outcome.
Let’s just say it mirrored the fate of the Southern Dynasty.
......
After all the Gates on Blue Star awakened, the pace of spiritual energy resurgence accelerated dramatically.
Back then, Jiang Che had deployed Spirit-Gathering Arrays to concentrate all the energy within Dragon Country. But now, it was unnecessary—the entire planet had transformed beyond recognition.
Mountains and rivers revived; folded dimensions manifested, expanding the world’s landmass dozens of times over.
Chaos reigned globally.
Dragon Country fared better, thanks to Jiang Che and the Cultivators’ Association standing guard. With nearly a hundred Divine Transformation experts and the legendary 'Martial God,' no one dared act recklessly.
But other nations? Utter anarchy.
With power came disregard for laws.
For cultivators, reaching the Soul-Forging Realm unlocked formidable spells—flight included. By the Celestial Origin Realm, even artillery struggled to inflict meaningful damage.
And Divine Transformation experts? With nurtured souls and mastery over divine abilities, even nuclear strikes might not land.
Though foreign spiritual resurgence lagged far behind Dragon Country, someone was spreading teachings.
Lin Fan livestreamed daily, instructing foreigners in the Sutra of Dao Transmission—which was, of course, just the Sacrificial Demon Art.
His overseas fame skyrocketed; some even worshipped him as a true deity, amassing legions of devotees.
Naturally, foreign lands birthed prodigies too. Some, cultivating the Sutra, swiftly reached the Sky-Shattering Realm—a talent that would’ve marked them as Chosen Ones in Dragon Country.
Pity they were doomed to be mere sacrificial garments for others.
"Hahaha! My technique has finally reached the second layer!"
Lin Fan roared with laughter.
Just moments ago, his worldwide preaching bore fruit—10 million followers had stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage, propelling the Sutra to its next tier.
"Huh? Why’s the second layer so... bizarre?"
"If anyone cultivates the Sutra... I gain a fraction of their power? Seriously?!"
Lin Fan’s eyes bulged. His daily livestreams already drew over 100 million viewers. If even half followed his teachings, each contributing a sliver of strength... he’d skyrocket overnight!
"Hah! My time has come! With this divine art, Divine Transformation is within reach!"
He began cultivating fervently, sensing wisps of foreign energy merging into his core—unlike his hard-earned reserves, these felt donated, like droplets forming a stream.
"This speed is insane! A true godly technique! With all these workers... my progress has tripled!"
In his euphoria, Lin Fan failed to notice the sinister demonic flower now rooted deep within his dantian.
...
Nine Heavens’ Jialan Clan.
"P-Princess! You absolutely cannot descend to the lower realm! It’s perilous, and your cultivation hasn’t yet reached Martial God! If anything happens... Her Majesty will flay us alive!"
A young mermaid knelt, trembling. Before her stood a haughty girl, lips pursed in defiance.
Jia Ling'er crossed her arms. Her upper half was exquisitely human—azure hair like ocean kelp, features breathtaking, figure flawless.
Her lower half, however, bore the Jialan Clan’s signature fishtail, though its scales shimmered blue-gold, radiating nobility.
"I’m at the peak of Nine Revolutions! Plus, I have Mother’s life-saving talisman! Who dares kill me? Who can?"
The little mermaid shuddered harder.
"Your Highness, please! The next descent roster is finalized! Our clan secured eleven slots—six of which are our most celebrated mermaids!"
"The Elder Hall handpicked them to... befriend that Jiang scion. We’re sending our most beautiful, most curvaceous sisters! This is a political marriage—stay out of it, I beg you!"
The attendant was near tears.
Rumors of that Jiang heir’s notoriety had spread. The chosen mermaids were reluctant; some wept while drafting farewell letters.
Jia Ling'er only grew angrier, planting her hands on her hips. "Then I’ll descend and castrate that lecherous scoundrel! What ‘Imperial Scion’? Just a lousy Saint Body—why’s the Elder Hall groveling?!"
She couldn’t fathom it.
The Jialan Clan ranked among the Southern Abyss’ top twenty powers! Her mother alone was a triple-layered Emperor! They didn’t fear even the Nine Heavens’ Jiang Clan—so why throw their women into the fire?!
"Mother’s in seclusion. As her sole heir, don’t I have any authority?"
Jia Ling'er’s gaze turned glacial, faint imperial majesty radiating. Her tone brooked no argument.
"Tell those fossilized elders: Add me to the next descent. I carry Mother’s Emperor-grade artifacts—enough to dominate the lower realm."
"......"
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...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
