"All done! Another Son of Destiny saved. I really am a good person."
In the Mortal Realm, a smile curled at the corner of Jiang Che's lips.
It's just that while Lin Yu was probably about to soar, well... the other male prodigies in the Nine Heavens were likely in for a rough time.
After all, the system's functions were indeed a bit of a pain.
Of course, Lin Yu wasn't the first little cash crop Jiang Che had planted in the Nine Heavens.
Although the barrier between the Mortal Realm and the Nine Heavens still existed, Jiang Che could still send his sub-systems across the dimensional divide.
By now, Jiang Che had several hundred such little cash crops sown throughout the Nine Heavens.
...
In a side hall of the Dragon Palace.
The Dragon Maiden dragged her weary body back. Jiang Che had long since arranged a room for her, complete with an independent spirit-gathering array. On the table in the room even lay a Saint-grade spirit stone, and the pills started at Emperor-grade!
"Hah... such extravagance!" Long Qianqiu gave a self-mocking laugh, but then still reached out and picked up an Emperor-grade restorative pill from the table.
"A Six-Revolutions Heaven-Mending Pill? How generous. I haven't eaten many of these even in the Dragon Palace."
An Emperor-grade Heaven-Mending Pill held potent effects even for Great Emperors, capable of remedying innate deficiencies and making one's cultivation more complete.
Without hesitation, Long Qianqiu placed the pill into her mouth and quietly closed her eyes.
[A beating first, then a big, sweet date? Hah... Is this your method?]
Silently, Long Qianqiu also pocketed that Saint-grade spirit stone before finally taking out the Ancestral Dragon Pearl she carried close to her chest.
The excitement in her eyes bordered on a kind of sickly fervor.
The Dragon Pearl!!!
After enduring untold hardships, she had finally obtained this peerless Dragon Pearl!
She had searched through countless records, even reading the ancient histories of the Dragon Clan, learning of the Dragon Clan's glory in antiquity and the great calamities they had suffered. She knew of ancient histories that even the Dragon Palace itself hadn't fully deciphered!
She had even deduced alone that the Ancestral Dragon Pearl contained a great secret of the Dragon Clan!
"The 'True Dragon Method'! As long as I obtain the True Dragon Method, even if my bloodline purity is insufficient... I can still become one of the top-tier powerhouses of the Nine Heavens! The True Dragon Method, the origin of the Supreme Dao, the True Dragon bloodline—as long as the Dragon Pearl contains any one of these... it won't be a loss!"
Long Qianqiu's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her whole being on the verge of eagerly opening the Dragon Clan inheritance.
As long as... as long as she could obtain the Dragon Clan inheritance, everything, everything, would be worth it!!!
Her current humiliation, descending from the Nine Heavens, abandoning her proud dignity to fawn over a man—all of it... was now about to receive its due reward.
She was proud, and ambitious, even looking down upon her own fiancé who possessed an Immortal Physique!
She wanted to become... the one and only god of the Dragon Clan!
What damn Immortal Physique? Once she mastered the great secret of the Dragon Clan, even an Immortal Physique would be left in her dust.
Long Qianqiu slowly closed her eyes, gently cradling the Dragon Pearl in both hands. The draconic aura emanating from the Pearl could only be sensed by dragons with extremely pure bloodlines.
"Huu—" Long Qianqiu let out a long exhale, then began to slowly recite an obscure and complex incantation from her lips. It sounded like some eerie, low chant yet carried a profound, mysterious feeling.
This was the ancient Dragon Tongue of the Dragon Clan from antiquity, which she had spent a thousand years searching for and combing through tens of millions of ancient texts to learn!
No one else in the entire Dragon Palace knew it! Because the current Dragon Clan pursued ultimate bloodline purity... almost no one would spend such long years studying the ancient Dragon Tongue.
And the primary requirement for activating the Dragon Pearl's inheritance was the Dragon Tongue!
For this moment, she had planned for over a thousand years!
If not for these thousand-plus years, she could have long since stepped into a higher realm. Yet even so... she still ranked 36th on the Prodigy Leaderboard!
"Dang—"
A tremendous ringing sound vibrated in Long Qianqiu's ears, shaking her soul out of her body.
Then, when she opened her eyes again... she had arrived in another world!
A vast, boundless sky stretched above, beneath her feet was an endless ocean, and above the ocean was a white firmament, seeming to stretch on infinitely.
At the farthest edge of the firmament, one could see a... True Dragon skeleton!
When Long Qianqiu's gaze fell upon this immense True Dragon skeleton, countless images abruptly flooded her mind: scenes of a heavenly judgment descending, a doomsday-like spectacle of myriad dragons perishing.
There was even the image of a dragon body so massive it could span a galaxy being severed and pierced through, letting out a mournful cry!
But soon, these visions dissipated into nothingness. Then, a translucent dragon soul drifted over from the distance. Though it was merely a departed spirit, Long Qianqiu still knelt down with utmost reverence.
"True Dragon Senior, this junior is Long Qianqiu!"
"Your heart is not sincere!" The True Dragon, having taken human form with hair reaching its waist and a face vague and indistinct, had long since lost its consciousness. This was a dragon soul already extinguished.
Long Qianqiu was stunned for a moment. Heart... heart not sincere?
What did that mean?
How was her heart not sincere???
She had spent a thousand years to obtain the Dragon Clan inheritance. No one in the Nine Heavens Dragon Palace had a more sincere heart than hers!!!
"Why does Senior say this? To unlock this inheritance, I have spent a thousand years searching across tens of thousands of territories. No one's heart is more sincere than mine!" Long Qianqiu raised her eyes, her expression utterly serious.
"If your heart is sincere, why do you carry killing intent?" the dragon soul spoke. "You are not the Chosen One selected by the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan will not endure long in your hands. The inheritance cannot be given to you."
Upon hearing this, Long Qianqiu's entire body stiffened, as if she had heard the most laughable joke in the world.
"Ch-Chosen One? The inheritance... still needs a Chosen One? And... how do you know the Dragon Clan won't endure long in my hands?"
"You harbor hatred for the Dragon Clan! And your bloodline purity is insufficient!"
"Leave!"
Long Qianqiu's face twitched, forcibly pulling out an ingratiating smile. "S-Senior, I can change. I don't hate the Dragon Clan. I... my bloodline purity can also be improved. C-Could you give me a chance? Just one! I will definitely pass your trial!"
Yet even so, the True Dragon's departed soul remained unmoved.
"Leave. The one I await is not you!"
These words seemed to be the final straw that broke the camel's back.
"WHY?!!!" Long Qianqiu shot up from the ground, her gaze venomous as she stared at the True Dragon soul before her. Even though the other's bloodline purity far surpassed her own, she still refused to accept it!
"Why am I destined to be unworthy of recognition? I've worked harder than anyone, I've sacrificed so much..." Long Qianqiu's emotions were on the verge of collapse.
The Chosen One? Could it be her... brother?
Wandering outside for hundreds of years before being found and brought back by the clan, only to be immediately installed as the Dragon Crown Prince upon his return, his status instantly surpassing hers! All clan resources were prioritized for him!!!
WHY?!!
She refused to accept it! She had ambition! Capability! And more perseverance than anyone!
Now, with her goal just one step away, she was being told... all her efforts were in vain?
Ha... how utterly ridiculous!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
