Guo Wenmo is also a senior cleaner, his status and strength are slightly inferior to Wei Jingzhi's.
But if Wei Jingzhi is not here, he is undoubtedly the most senior in qualifications.
"All those participating in this martial arts contest for marriage have no relation to these two gentlemen. I invited them here for fairness, so no one can accuse me of favoritism."
Jiang Sheng looked around and continued, "This competition is divided into three rounds. The first round is combat, also the most important, with a full score of eighty points. The second place gets seventy-nine, and so on in descending order."
The expressions of several talented experts below showed no change, as they were already informed about the format in advance.
"In combat, there are no shortcuts. Winning is winning. After the competition, everyone will have one chance to challenge a higher-ranked opponent, to prevent anyone from facing a top expert right at the start."
"The second test is traditional Chinese painting, with a full score of ten points. I believe everyone knows my fondness for traditional painting."
Jiang Sheng turned to look at the people on the high platform. "I want to find someone with a talent for traditional painting, is there anything wrong with that?"
"None at all."
The people on the platform waved their hands in unison.
Almost everyone among them possessed paintings gifted by Jiang Sheng.
After all, it's his granddaughter, Jiang Huihui. It's quite normal for him to want someone who shares his interests.
If it accounted for too many points, they would have something to say.
But with only ten points, it doesn't affect the overall outcome much.
"For the final ten points, everyone should rely on their own abilities, showcasing your strongest skill besides combat. The three of us will score it."
Jiang Sheng said with a smile, "This is my granddaughter's idea. She hopes her future husband has other impressive skills besides fighting."
Whether it was the experts on the platform, or the contestants and spectators below, everyone understood Jiang Sheng's intention. To put it bluntly, they want a true genius.
Someone who, besides combat, possesses other formidable skills, is certainly no ordinary person.
Because there are many people with powerful backgrounds but mediocre talent, who rely on consuming rare treasures to forcibly elevate themselves to expert level.
This method helps avoid encountering such individuals.
"There's one more thing. I will pass down the Heaven-grade cultivation technique inherited from our Jiang family ancestors to my granddaughter's child."
Jiang Sheng naturally knew the real purpose of many here, so he brought this matter into the open.
Of course, by doing this, he is also indirectly protecting his granddaughter.
Many present already have wives, but the sects retain ancient traditions allowing concubinage.
Jiang Sheng cannot demand they abandon these traditions.
However, in the future, Jiang Huihui's child, possessing a Heaven-grade technique, would surely be highly valued.
Jiang Huihui's status and position would naturally be different as well.
Hearing this, almost everyone present gasped in astonishment.
It's important to know that ordinary sects typically have only Earth-grade techniques as their strongest.
Sects possessing Heaven-grade techniques are, without exception, all top-tier.
Jiang Sheng is actually willing to pass a Heaven-grade technique to someone outside the family surname.
Jiang Huihui is to be married; her future child would not bear her surname.
To put it bluntly, isn't that just giving the technique away?
The enthusiasm of the crowd below was ignited.
A Heaven-grade technique, plus such a beautiful wife—isn't this much easier than risking life and limb searching for treasures in ancient ruins?
"I must win!"
Zhao Gang whispered to himself. Their Tianjian Sect originally had only three Earth-grade techniques, later losing one, the Fire Phoenix Sword.
For the remaining two Earth-grade techniques, the three mountain elders had fought their whole lives.
But here was a Heaven-grade technique. If he could obtain it, he could directly become the sect leader.
Lv Pinlong's eyes also gleamed. His pursuit of Jiang Huihui had always been for this Heaven-grade technique.
He had originally been thinking about how to acquire this treasure after marrying Jiang Huihui.
He never expected Jiang Sheng to simply give it away.
Xue Kaixuan thought the same. In his view, as long as one has power, women are never lacking.
Obtaining a Heaven-grade technique would make women even more beautiful than Jiang Huihui easily attainable.
Xu Mu, sensing the surroundings, observed from their expressions that perhaps they were all beginning to fantasize about the wonderful life after obtaining the Heaven-grade technique.
"Are you Chen Xuan?"
Just then, a woman in a long dress actively approached Xu Mu and Chen Xuan.
Xu Mu looked up, examining the woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with a somewhat chubby, round face that looked very cute.
"You are... Fang Kui?"
Chen Xuan's expression changed immediately. Why was this woman here?
Xu Mu used his Divine Eye to observe the woman before him.
Name: Fang Kui
Identity: Kunlun Mountain disciple, female lead of "The Master Descends the Mountain, My Seven Senior Sisters Are Nation-Toppling Beauties."
Favorability: 0
Destiny Level: 7 (Max 10)
Holy crap?
Xu Mu didn't expect to encounter another female lead, and a Kunlun Mountain disciple at that.
"That's right! Chen Xuan, what are you doing here?"
Fang Kui pointed at Chen Xuan, angrily puffing out her cheeks.
"Me? I'm here to participate in the martial arts contest for marriage, of course."
Chen Xuan said with a calm expression.
"What? You're shameless! My grandfather and your master already arranged a marriage engagement for us. Why are you participating in someone else's martial arts contest for marriage?"
Fang Kui questioned fiercely.
"Old Chen, what's going on?"
Xu Mu asked from the side.
"Brother Mu, come with me first."
Chen Xuan grabbed Xu Mu's arm and walked towards a distant, deserted area.
Fang Kui followed closely behind.
"You wait here, I'll explain in a moment."
Chen Xuan signaled for Fang Kui to stay put, then quickly led Xu Mu away.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Mu stopped behind a tree, full of curiosity.
"Brother Mu, this woman is from Kunlun Mountain. Her grandfather once brought her to see my master. We've met a few times."
Chen Xuan explained to Xu Mu, "Although there's no formal marriage contract, an engagement was agreed upon."
"Your master is really good to you."
Xu Mu gave Chen Xuan a thumbs up.
"Brother Mu, can you take this one too?"
"No, I refuse."
Xu Mu shook his head. "Old Chen, I have very strong principles. Women you haven't met or had any interaction with, I can help with. But she clearly has feelings for you. I would absolutely never do such a thing."
One should not covet a friend's wife.
Even if this woman's affection for Chen Xuan is unrequited, Xu Mu would not make a move.
Chen Xuan said helplessly, "Brother Mu, then what should I do? I don't like her."
"How about you just play the villain this time? I'll teach you a few moves."
Xu Mu whispered a few sentences into Chen Xuan's ear.
"Brilliant! As expected of Brother Mu."
Chen Xuan nodded secretly, then walked back towards Fang Kui.
"Chen Xuan! What exactly is going on with you?"
Fang Kui asked coldly.
"What's going on with me? As you see, I'm here for the martial arts contest for marriage. I want to take on my thirteenth wife."
As he spoke, Chen Xuan looked Fang Kui up and down. "Are you interested in being my fourteenth?"
"You... Chen Xuan! You've changed."
Fang Kui's eyes turned slightly red.
"I haven't changed. I've always been shy, especially when I see someone like you. It makes me want to be shy... down there."
After saying this, Chen Xuan didn't forget to glance at Xu Mu.
As expected of Brother Mu, you really have a way with words. That line is sure to make her storm off in a huff.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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?"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”