"This... this is a Demon Emperor!"
An Emperor's Son exclaimed. This barren land was originally a battlefield where a Demon Emperor of the Nine Heavens fought against several Evil Spirit Emperors from the Evil Spirit plane. A few days ago... the Demon Emperor fell here.
But looking at it now... that Demon Emperor must have been corrupted and fallen to the power of the evil spirits.
"Holy shit! He wants to kill us!" an Emperor's Son cried out.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, I'll protect you behind me!"
"Good thing I have a scapegoat puppet in hand. Everyone, I'm slipping away first!" an Emperor's Son of the Jiang family said. But in the next second, he saw the other Emperor's Sons around him taking out scapegoat puppets one after another.
"You're really fucking damned. A scapegoat puppet lets you choose someone else to die for you, right? And you fucking chose me? I saved your life when we were kids, and this is how you repay me?"
"Old Seven, you have the nerve to say that? He chose you as his scapegoat, so you chose me, right?"
Obviously, they were all taught by the same master, so no one could break the cycle.
A treacherous system, specializing in screwing over their own people.
"What a bunch of fucking griefers!" Jiang Ruoxu snorted coldly. He originally thought these Jiang family Emperor's Sons were peerless geniuses with both talent and grace, but now it seemed... they were just a bunch of useless bums.
Jiang Ruoxu's livestream had been running the whole time. He had now faintly become a top-tier entertainment streamer in the Nine Heavens, with viewers for a single stream numbering in the trillions.
"This Evil Spirit plane is too terrifying, isn't it? Even an Emperor can be corrupted?"
"Can't beat them, can't beat them. What's the point of fighting? Sir Evil Spirit... right this way."
"Actually, I don't quite get it. The Evil Spirit plane just wants to corrupt us, so why should we resist? At worst, we just let them corrupt us and fall. Maybe after being transformed by the evil spirit power, we'll even get an opportunity and achieve a breakthrough in our aptitude!"
"What a bunch of utterly stupid fools. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."
"But with this Emperor-level evil spirit, the streamers are probably really going to die this time. Knocking on the cyber wooden fish!"
"Knocking on the wooden fish +1"
...
Looking at the giant demonic claw that blotted out the sky and sun, vast as a galaxy, Jiang Ruoxu just chuckled.
A mere Emperor-level attack, he wasn't afraid at all!
At such a good opportunity, he had to show off big time.
So he bought an Invincible Item Card from the system, which could resist one instance of fatal damage.
"Boom—"
The fallen Emperor's attack struck, and the heavenly giant palm directly slammed down.
Invincible was instantly triggered!
A layer of golden light emerged on the surface of Jiang Ruoxu's body, like the sixteen-foot golden body of a Buddha.
[Beep! The host flexed invincibly, gaining 50 million Flex Points.]
Hearing the system's prompt, the corners of Jiang Ruoxu's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. He stood with his hands behind his back, striking an invincible pose.
However... suddenly, the hairs all over his body stood on end!
Oh no! He seemed to have forgotten something...
He instinctively looked back, only to see the ten Jiang family Emperor's Sons behind him, the scapegoat puppets in their hands all shattering.
And the target of the scapegoats—was entirely him!
"Son of a b*tch!"
Before he could finish cursing, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of lifeblood, and his whole body flashed with a burst of light.
Death, resurrection!
This group of Jiang family Emperor's Sons were really fucking griefers. They knew he wouldn't die... so they deliberately directed the disaster onto him.
Wasted an item card for nothing!
Jiang Ruoxu's heart was bleeding. Although a resurrection card in the system wasn't expensive, it still cost ten million Flex Points.
Although his cultivation was high now and he earned Flex Points faster, wasting a resurrection card for nothing... it was agonizing!
"Boss, we're sorry. We don't have any life-saving means. If we used the scapegoat puppets on each other, the other party definitely wouldn't be able to withstand an Emperor's attack, so we had to transfer it all to you!" a Jiang family Emperor's Son said with an apologetic face.
"I—" Jiang Ruoxu's mentality collapsed!
It was all his fault. Because he liked to show off too much, he had practically flaunted all the treasures in his system. These Emperor's Sons knew he had many life-saving means, which was why they were so unscrupulous.
[Beep! The host failed to flex, receiving a penal... The host flexed like a tough guy, gaining 100 million points.]
The system was just about to judge his flex a failure, but this guy forcefully endured it and slowly stood up. Everyone thought he had just tanked an Emperor's strike head-on!
"Holy shit! Truly the fucking King of Flexing, tanking an Emperor's strike head-on?"
"Is this an Immortal Body? Surviving an Emperor's attack head-on while only at the Quasi-Emperor realm?"
The ten Emperor's Sons behind him widened their eyes. Holy shit, that actually worked???
He deserved to earn those points!
"Heh... A mere Emperor, I only need to make a slight move to slay him!"
Jiang Ruoxu took out a crimson card. A Fatal Strike Item Card, capable of killing an Emperor!
Looking at the furious Evil Spirit Emperor in the sky above, he instantly crushed it!
[Fatal Strike Item Card: Can kill all experts below the Immortal level. One-hit kill.]
[Price: 500 million points]
This was his first time using a Fatal Strike Item Card from the red card group. He would definitely be able to pull off a massive flex.
But after the item card was crushed, countless starlights condensed in the void, eventually merging into a handsome figure wearing an imperial robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
"A mere Emperor dares to be arrogant? Die!"
The young man parted his thin lips slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in his cold eyes. Then, tens of thousands of order chains emerged in the void, instantly piercing through and tearing the fallen Emperor to shreds!
The moment the imperial-robed youth appeared, the entire world seemed to freeze, as if his very presence brought an aura that commanded everyone's attention.
"Bro... Brother?"
Jiang Ruoxu was numb. How did using a Fatal Strike Item Card end up summoning Jiang Che?
And bro, you're a bit too handsome. He originally used the Fatal Strike Item Card to make it easier to show off, but now it seemed... Jiang Che had completely stolen the spotlight.
"Holy shit, it has to be Mr. Jiang. This Mr. Jiang can actually conjure an avatar. Just a manifested avatar killed an Emperor so easily. Just how strong is his true cultivation level?"
"A heaven-sent talent indeed. Mr. Jiang bears five great immortal bodies, and rumors say he is the controller of the Supreme Dao origin. Being able to kill an Emperor in just a few short years, he has probably surpassed the many heroes on the genius rankings throughout the history of the Nine Heavens and Myriad Realms!"
"Even the Human Emperor back then took a full hundred years to become an Emperor. If I remember correctly... Mr. Jiang's soul age this year seems to be less than twenty-five, right?"
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
He tried very hard to listen for the system's reward sound, but obviously... the one flexing wasn't him, it was Jiang Che. Therefore, he didn't harvest any Flex Points.
Instead, he had lost fifty million Flex Points for nothing.
The joys and sorrows of humans are not connected.
[Beep! The host screwed over Jiang Ruoxu, gaining 1 billion points.]
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!
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?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
