"We are a martial arts family, and martial prowess is the foundation of our lineage."
"Very well. Whoever among you can defeat Youxi,"
"I will entrust this family to them."
At that moment, the three grandsons immediately grew eager.
They all knew Jin Youxi had been deemed unfit for martial arts due to her poor bone structure.
Now, they stepped forward one after another, challenging Jin Youxi to prove themselves as the true pillars of the family.
Before the grandsons could speak,
the eldest son of the Jin family took the initiative:
"As her uncle, I’ll test my niece’s skills myself."
His declaration silenced the younger generation.
Most present knew that the eldest Jin was an advanced martial artist.
The guests couldn’t help but murmur among themselves.
"Who would’ve thought the Jin family would fall so low, with elders fighting juniors for inheritance?"
"What is Grandpa Jin thinking, handing the family to a good-for-nothing?"
"Once the old man passes, the Jin family is finished."
"A martial arts family without a true master is nothing."
"Grandpa Jin might as well hand the family to his disciples instead."
...
In truth, Grandpa Jin had considered exactly that.
Originally, he had planned for his fourth disciple—also the second young master of the Park family—to marry Jin Youxi in a political alliance.
Then, he would pass the family to his granddaughter and this disciple.
He had never intended to leave it to his two worthless sons.
Seeing his eldest son shamelessly challenge his niece for inheritance,
Grandpa Jin’s expression darkened.
He had hoped his mediocre grandsons would step up, allowing Youxi to demonstrate her strength.
That way, everyone would see the Jin family wasn’t entirely without successors.
But now, his eldest son had intervened.
Jin Youxi’s father felt conflicted.
Though he was also an advanced martial artist, his elder brother’s qi-blood surpassed his by over 200 points.
He stood no chance against him.
His daughter being chosen as heir should have been a blessing,
but as a father, his pride stung.
Still, his status in the family would rise above his brother’s.
Better that than letting his elder brother take control.
He stood and protested:
"Brother, as an elder, how can you compete with a junior?"
The eldest Jin retorted stubbornly:
"I’m doing this for the family’s sake."
"As a martial arts family, the strongest should lead."
Grandpa Jin wished he could slap his eldest son back into the womb.
The disgrace was unbearable.
He whispered to his granddaughter:
"Youxi, don’t hold back. Beat him to death if you have to."
Jin Youxi wanted the inheritance badly—
it meant the Crimson Fruit would be hers.
But with little combat experience,
she was nervous.
Leaning close to her grandfather, she whispered:
"Grandpa, can I really defeat Uncle?"
Grandpa Jin’s eye twitched.
"If you go all out, one slap might erase your uncle from existence."
"His qi-blood is barely over 600. Yours is 749—almost at the peak martial artist level."
Jin Youxi’s eyes widened in shock.
"Am I really that strong?"
Grandpa Jin nodded.
She thought to herself:
"My master’s martial arts techniques are incredible."
"I never imagined I’d be close to peak-level already."
Soon, the crowd gathered in the Jin family’s training hall.
Truthfully,
if not for Grandpa Jin’s reputation,
no one would bother watching such a farcical duel.
Many guests murmured among themselves:
"A big loser fighting a small loser—what’s the point?"
"Wasn’t his granddaughter supposed to be talentless in martial arts?"
"Has Grandpa Jin lost his mind too?"
"Could she have learned some powerful technique in Xia, like the old man did?"
"Impossible. I studied in Xia for twenty years, mastered the Dog-Beating Staff, and still got bitten by a dog."
...
One person was even more anxious than Jin Youxi—
her father.
He hurried to Grandpa Jin’s side and pleaded:
"Father, Youxi is still young. It’s unfair for her to fight Brother."
"You know her bone structure is poor."
"And she’s only just recovered from a serious injury. This match is too risky."
Grandpa Jin responded with a sharp slap.
He couldn’t be bothered to explain to his foolish sons.
The second son clutched his swollen cheek and fell silent.
The eldest Jin smirked.
The grandsons dared not speak either.
They knew Grandpa Jin’s temper—
he preferred action over words.
In the training hall,
the eldest Jin said with a patronizing smile:
"Youxi, don’t worry. Uncle will go easy on you."
Jin Youxi snorted.
"I won’t hold back."
"I’ll show everyone the power of the Buddha’s Palm!"
With that, she raised her small hand and swung at her uncle.
The eldest Jin nearly laughed at her childish motion.
But in the next instant,
a massive golden palm phantom materialized,
its center emblazoned with a radiant swastika symbol.
His eyes bulged.
Reacting instinctively, he countered with Iron Sand Palm.
The moment their palms met,
he was sent flying,
blood spraying from his mouth midair.
The crowd was stunned.
Grandpa Jin didn’t even check on his son.
He was too awed by his granddaughter’s power.
His eldest son’s qi-blood was 683—
a genuine advanced martial artist, albeit with mediocre technique.
Yet Jin Youxi had defeated him in one move.
The spectators buzzed with shock.
Though they looked down on the eldest Jin,
he was still an advanced martial artist.
Yet he couldn’t withstand a single strike from Jin Youxi.
"The gap is enormous!"
"Is Jin Youxi already a peak martial artist at her age?"
"Does anyone recognize that palm technique?"
"That strike was on par with my own strength!"
...
The most astonished was Grandpa Jin’s disciple—
the second young master of the Park family.
A thrill ran through him.
He could tell Jin Youxi’s strength surpassed his own.
Originally, he had reluctantly agreed to marry her under pressure from his master and family.
Though Jin Youxi was beautiful,
everyone knew she was a talentless waste.
Now, realizing her power exceeded his,
he felt like he’d stumbled upon a priceless treasure.
The Park family patriarch exclaimed excitedly:
"It seems I misjudged Grandpa Jin."
"I thought he was taking advantage of us."
"Turns out, we’re the ones climbing high!"
"Quick, put on your qi-blood monitor. Check your fiancée’s level!"
"A genius! An absolute prodigy!"
The young master hurriedly donned the glasses.
The reading left him breathless.
749!
He had barely reached 504 himself, yet Jin Youxi surpassed him by over 200 points.
What’s more, she was several years younger than him.
The second young master of the Park family trembled with excitement, his eyes glistening with emotion.
Such a peerless genius—and she was his fiancée.
"Master, I misjudged you," he thought.
"I never realized how highly you regarded me."
"I must repay your kindness in the future."
Overwhelmed with gratitude, the Park family’s second son felt his heart swell.
Meanwhile, the three Jin grandchildren stood speechless.
They were utterly outmatched.
Especially the eldest grandson.
The so-called "top genius of the Jin family" now felt like a complete joke.
Though, truth be told, he always had been.
Jin Youxi’s parents were first stunned, then ecstatic.
The vast Jin family empire would one day belong to their daughter.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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...