"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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!
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?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
