Jiang Che's current strength had only reached the Martial God stage. As is common in many cultivation novels, the higher the realm, the harder it is to advance.
From the moment he stepped into the world of cultivation to reaching the Martial God stage, Jiang Che had taken only two short years—a speed that was already astonishingly fast.
According to Jiang Che's knowledge, the youngest Martial God in the Nine Heavens was only 15 years old. But one had to consider that this so-called youngest Martial God had begun cultivating from the womb. In terms of efficiency, he was far inferior to Jiang Che.
Jiang Che didn’t even have to undergo the Martial God Tribulation—the power of his Void Immortal Body was now fully on display!
His divine-level special effects could simulate strength three major realms above his actual cultivation, allowing him to project the might of a Quasi-Emperor-level expert at his peak.
The abilities of a Quasi-Emperor-level expert were already enough to pluck stars from the sky and seize the moon. A single strike could obliterate an entire planet like Earth.
"But... what does a secret realm even look like?"
Jiang Che was stumped.
After all, he had never explored a secret realm or ancient cave abode before, so he had no idea what one looked like. He could only rely on his imagination, drawing from his fantasies about xianxia novels to create one from scratch!
"This thing... is such a damn brain drain."
Jiang Che threw his hands up and decided to call for backup.
[Scene Free Planning Blueprint (One-time Use): The user can input keywords to automatically generate corresponding scenes. All created scenes are projections of the real world and will vanish once the scene ends.]
[Price: Determined by the scale and duration of the scene.]
The system was always the most omnipotent—there was nothing it didn’t have, as long as you could think of it.
"Forget it, I’m not wasting brainpower on this. System, you handle it!"
Humans were inherently lazy. Freeing his hands wasn’t enough—now he wanted to free his mind too.
[Ding! Recommended five secret realm templates: Dream Within a Dream, Frozen Throne, Ruins of the Evil God, Graveyard of the Ancient Gods, Crumbling Celestial Court.]
Jiang Che: "......"
He glanced at the descriptions of these secret realm templates. Each one was more grandiose and spectacular than the last—these weren’t just secret realms anymore... they were fragments of broken worlds!
Filled with all kinds of "dangers" and "opportunities"!
In other words, they were hyper-realistic naked-eye 3D illusions. Everything was fake, but they were perfect for bluffing!
"If I bring out these secret realms... and even livestream them, would the powerful figures in the Nine Heavens go crazy with greed?"
Jiang Che frowned. Originally, he had just wanted to use special effects to fake an Emperor-level secret realm, toss in a few Quasi-Emperor puppet guardians, and collaborate with Jiang Ruoxu to livestream some showboating to harvest some "pretentious points."
At that time, countless experts from the Nine Heavens would surely be watching. Once they realized he had Quasi-Emperor puppets as bodyguards, they’d be too afraid to act recklessly.
But now...
Jiang Che had a bold idea!
He was planning to go all out!!!
"Crumbling Celestial Court... If rumors of the Celestial Court spread in the mortal world, countless Emperors and Immortals would covet its treasures and try to extend their reach into the mortal realm... Could I seize this chance to rake in a massive wave of 'scamming points'?"
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes and lightly licked his lips.
It wasn’t like he could keep milking the Jiang family ancestors forever, right?
To be honest, this was an incredibly bold—even insane—idea.
Based on Jiang Che’s understanding of the ancient Celestial Court, it had once unified the Ten Heavenly Realms, standing as the supreme force with countless Immortals under its banner. It was a transcendent power from millions of years ago!
But after a great calamity, the entire Celestial Court vanished overnight. Yet, legends of its treasures persisted in later generations.
If the ruins of the Celestial Court were to appear... it would be second only to the descent of the Immortal Realm itself. The Nine Heavens would be thrown into chaos, with everyone trying to reach into the lower realms to fish in troubled waters.
"Never mind. Tall trees catch the wind... Better play it safe."
Though using the "Celestial Court ruins" as bait would definitely lure swarms of big fish, who knew if a shark might bite?
If Jiang Che were alone, he’d definitely stir up trouble, turning the Nine Heavens upside down and sitting back to reap the rewards.
But now, he couldn’t. With so many women and children around him, even the Heavenly Dao was probably keeping an eye on him. There were surely many powerful figures watching him in the shadows. If he caused more chaos... things could go south.
The only option was to let the true Child of Destiny, Chu Yuan, take the fall.
A promising seedling like Chu Yuan was wasted with just a "Hardheaded System." If he were given a Pretentious System too and sent to train with his little cousin for a few days, the two of them could livestream their showboating together... The future would be bright!
...
In the end, Jiang Che only created an Emperor-level illusory secret realm—a puppet-themed challenge dungeon where clearing the stages would reward participants with puppet guardians.
Then, Jiang Che couldn’t be bothered to show up himself.
"Wha—what? Fake??? Bro... isn’t this just scamming people?"
When Jiang Ruoxu heard Jiang Che’s explanation, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
What had he just heard? The Emperor-level secret realm was fake? Wasn’t this a complete disaster?
"Bro, don’t joke around. I’ve already announced it—tonight, there’ll be trillions of viewers waiting to watch us conquer an Emperor-level secret realm..." Jiang Ruoxu’s smile froze, his expression awkward and flustered.
Not letting him show off was worse than killing him.
"You misunderstood. What I mean is... I have a top-tier immortal artifact that can create illusions indistinguishable from reality. I’ll use it to simulate an Emperor-level secret realm, then toss you in... You just need to go in and livestream!"
Jiang Che was an old fox—he loved telling little white lies.
"An immortal artifact?!" Jiang Ruoxu wasn’t stupid. He instantly grasped Jiang Che’s meaning.
"Bro, won’t people see through the fake illusion? I’ll be livestreaming the whole thing... There might even be Emperors watching. What if the act falls apart..."
"They won’t. Just go in with confidence. I’ll use the immortal artifact to simulate multiple dungeon stages for you, crank the difficulty to the max, but without any real harm. Just endure it..."
"What about the rewards? Didn’t you say the secret realm would give Quasi-Emperor puppet guardians?" Jiang Ruoxu asked eagerly.
"Hah, the secret realm is fake, and you still want Quasi-Emperor puppets? What are you thinking? But since it’s an illusion... you can have whatever you want, right?" Jiang Che chuckled.
"Ah? But... wouldn’t that still be fake? You can’t take illusionary puppets out of the realm!" Jiang Ruoxu was disappointed.
Thwack! A knock on the head!
"If trillions of people see you obtaining them... even if they’re fake, they become real, got it?"
"Even if some powerhouse from the Nine Heavens descends in the future, would they dare attack you? Would they dare take that gamble?" Jiang Che said irritably.
This little cousin was hopeless—utterly impossible to carry!
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?!
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...
. 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!"
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.”
