Waiting for Gains Without Pains, the Powerful in the Lower Realm Were All Scared Pissless

"Boom—"

Another earth-shaking tremor, and then the altar fell silent.

A profound, ancient spatial gate suddenly swung open!

In the next moment, hundreds of terrifying auras emerged at the altar, their cultivation levels far surpassing the current peak of Blue Star.

Hundreds of high-level Divine Comprehension cultivators—if not for Jiang Che, this would have been an absolute massacre. Only Chu Yuan, the Chosen One of Destiny, might have been able to hold his own, barely surviving in the cracks.

But... with Jiang Che here, Blue Star was safe!

"Oh? So this is the mortal realm?"

"The spiritual energy here is so thin... The Heavenly Dao's rank must be pitifully low..."

Several nameless deep-sea clan experts began murmuring among themselves.

A massive humanoid figure stepped forward. "I am of the Demon Whale Clan. I heard this lower realm is controlled by a Celestial Physique. Where is this so-called Celestial Physique?"

Many of those who descended had their own missions—some were here to search for the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, others, like the Crimsonflame Gold Serpent Clan, sought revenge. There were even disguised assassins aiming to kill Jiang Che, the Celestial Physique, and even mermaid maidens from the Jialan Clan sent for a political marriage.

Yet, the atmosphere suddenly turned bizarre.

Around the altar stood many figures, some even from their own clans.

"Huh? Descendants of the Demon Whale Clan? Why are you just standing there? By cultivation, I’m your senior. Why aren’t you greeting me?"

The newly descended demon whale, a towering ten-meter-tall figure, shifted slightly, causing the ground to tremble.

The younger Demon Whales: "......"

Dare they move???

There was a literal demon king standing right beside them! They frantically tried to signal their kin with widened eyes.

"What’s wrong with you all? Are your eyes malfunctioning? I asked you a question... Are you deaf?"

Jing Bi huffed impatiently.

Meanwhile, the others who had just descended also noticed the odd tension.

Among the Jialan Clan, several stunningly beautiful mermaids wrinkled their noses in disdain.

"Your Highness, the spiritual energy here is worse than the garbage dump back home. How could a so-called Celestial Physique even exist in such a place?"

A petite, doll-like mermaid flicked her tail and crossed her arms, pouting. "Exactly! Your Highness, this place reeks of decay. How could a Celestial Physique emerge from this dump? I might as well claim to be one myself!"

Jia Ling'er stood at the center, disguised as an ordinary-looking mermaid under the illusion of a royal artifact. She had secretly descended earlier but maintained her cover for safety.

The mermaid maidens naturally drew the attention of other sea clans, their gazes laced with greed.

After all, these mermaids were megastars in the Southern Abyss, each with fanbases in the trillions. While their combat prowess was mediocre, their beauty and status made them irresistible.

Jia Ling'er noticed the lecherous stares and immediately glared back.

"What are you looking at? Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!"

Her fiery temper nearly ignited the powder keg, but the sea clansmen backed down—no one dared provoke the Jialan Clan.

...

Amid the crowd, a petite figure cloaked in black robes stood silently, strands of hair peeking out.

Chi Nai’s serpentine pupils darted around, scanning for her target. As the sole representative of the Crimsonflame Gold Serpent Clan, her mission was to assassinate Jiang Che.

But with so many descending at once, her short stature made it impossible to assess the situation. She’d have to improvise.

The same went for the five half-step Martial God assassins from the Immortal-Slaying Alliance, all lurking in the shadows.

The atmosphere grew increasingly surreal. Hundreds of high-level Divine Comprehension experts stood frozen on the altar, exchanging bewildered glances.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A slow applause broke the silence. All eyes turned to Jiang Che, who stood calmly in the air, flanked by the horned Qiu Lin and dozens of guardian cultivators—most of whom were actually illusions Jiang Che had conjured to intimidate the newcomers.

As Jiang Che clapped, his "guardians" unleashed their Martial God-level auras, with some even exuding half-step Nirvana pressure.

And above them, hidden within the ocean’s depths, colossal shadows loomed, their presence far surpassing even Martial Gods.

The intimidation factor was maxed out.

"W-what’s happening? Martial Gods???"

The ten-meter-tall deep-sea demon whale broke into a cold sweat, collapsing onto his rear and nearly crushing Chi Nai, who barely dodged in time.

"How can there be so many Martial Gods? Is this really the lower realm? Did the altar malfunction and send us to some desolate wasteland?"

"It must be! I’ve heard of barren zones where spiritual energy is scarce... and where races devour each other!"

"Damn this ancient teleportation array! It’s a scam! We’re doomed—!"

Jiang Che: "......"

He hadn’t even spoken yet, and some were already crying in fear?

Especially that shark-headed demon whale—looking like some knockoff Sharky the Robot—now sitting on the ground, trembling.

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Jiang Che smirked. He’d expected formidable enemies, but this was just a bunch of cannon fodder.

Stepping forward, he floated effortlessly, Mo Lianxing by his side. Though still in spirit form, she had replenished her energy with a top-grade Soul Nourishment Pill and could fight a few more rounds if needed.

"You didn’t come to the wrong place. This is the mortal realm. And I am Jiang Che."

His voice was calm, his gaze imperious as he looked down upon the crowd.

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Life was tough, so Young Master Jiang had to put on a show.

"What?! This is the mortal realm???"

Instantly, all the newcomers from the Nine Heavens gaped in disbelief.

How?

How could Martial Gods exist in the lower realm? And those terrifying presences in the sky—were those Nirvana-stage experts?!

This was nothing like the intel they’d received before descending!