The Dragon Soul slowly said:
“Although the half-demon’s bloodline is impure, its strength is in no way inferior to that of a divine beast.”
“Compared to pure beast clans or demon clans, a half-demon can walk a longer path.”
“A half-demon doesn’t need to seek recognition from humans when undergoing tribulation.”
“Moreover, a half-demon can also cultivate certain special human techniques.”
The Dragon Soul’s guidance cleared the Flood Dragon’s mind.
It recalled that day when it fought Yin Hu.
The opponent had used a technique that boosted strength,
causing it to suffer a great loss in raw power.
For every new technique a beast learned, it was like gaining an additional innate skill.
Yin Hu itself possessed the common size-enhancing talent, Heaven and Earth Transformation,
as well as the Taotie talent, which allowed it to continuously consume things to strengthen itself.
On top of that, a human technique was added, pushing its strength to an even higher level.
As for the Flood Dragon, it could only rely on its innate skills—calling wind and rain, summoning lightning—
and its powerful physique to clash head-on with Yin Hu.
If it had mastered some formidable human technique back then,
perhaps it wouldn’t have lost so badly,
with even half its body devoured.
The Flood Dragon once again prostrated itself on the ground, earnestly pleading:
“Please show me a clear path.”
The Dragon Soul’s majestic and resonant voice echoed once more in the Flood Dragon’s mind:
“Transform into human form and integrate into human society.”
“Seek out martial arts techniques of the mortal world that you can cultivate.”
“Mimic the human way to reshape your meridians, and train using the path of humankind.”
After speaking, the Dragon Soul slowly merged back into the Dragon Vein.
The Flood Dragon pondered in place for a long time before beginning to control its body,
attempting to morph into a human form.
The result was merely a crude shortening of its body, standing upright on two legs.
Its limbs remained dragon claws,
and a tail still hung behind.
Even the barely human-shaped face was covered in purple scales.
On top of that, its horns could not be willed away.
The Flood Dragon hadn’t expected that even the seemingly simple act of taking human form would be so difficult.
Its respect for Yin Hu grew even greater.
Still, Yin Hu had human blood in its veins.
In terms of shape-shifting into a human,
it was naturally easier for him than for her.
The Flood Dragon began to sit cross-legged in place,
slowly fading the scales on its body little by little.
Yet the progress was extreme slow—
several hours passed before it could barely fade one scale.
But once it set its mind on something and had a goal,
no matter how hard it was,
it would persevere.
After all, it had patience enough to spend thousands of years waiting for a snake to transform into a dragon.
Compared to that, the task of taking human form
was nothing in the face of its endurance and determination.
While the Flood Dragon was transforming,
the martial arts tournament in Tiandu had come to a close.
As expected,
Chen Shuangshuang and Jin Youxi both secured first place at the city level.
Chen Feng thus gained two hundred additional health points.
As for Zhao Bing’s National Martial Arts Competition, it had only just begun.
The competition started at the provincial level.
The master and his disciples watched the matches together as a group.
For the first time, Chen Feng felt what it was like to be wealthy.
He sat in a premium VIP box, observing the fights in the arena,
though he couldn’t help feeling that sitting in the public audience would provide a better atmosphere.
But given his current status,
if he sat outside, it would inevitably cause quite a commotion.
"Senior Brother Zhao Bing won way too easily,"
Chen Shuangshuang said, a bit disappointed.
"The opponent couldn’t even touch his clothes.
When will I ever reach Zhao Bing’s level with my Drifting Cloud Step?"
She had been hoping to see Zhao Bing locked in a fierce, evenly matched struggle.
Then, just like in the videos online,
at the last moment, he was supposed to shout, “Master, I’ve attained enlightenment!”
and then defeat his opponent with a single sword strike.
But Zhao Bing didn’t even draw his sword.
With a casual flick of his sword aura,
he defeated his opponent.
As for this?
Shuangshuang wasn’t the only one disappointed.
Many in the audience had splurged on expensive scalped tickets,
all to witness Zhao Bing’s “Master, I’ve attained enlightenment!” moment.
But Zhao Bing’s opponent was just too weak.
A lot of people felt they had wasted their money.
By the time the provincial qualifiers of the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament ended,
Zhao Bing had effortlessly secured the top spot in his province.
No one had even forced him to draw his sword.
Zhao Bing immediately became the biggest favorite in the tournament.
Nearly ninety percent of people bet on him to win the championship.
As a result, Chen Feng earned five hundred points of Vitality.
Adding the two hundred points from Shuangshuang and Jin Youxi,
his Vitality had grown to 41,559 points.
At that moment, Wang Zun was also watching Zhao Bing’s match.
He couldn’t help but praise inwardly:
“Once this young man becomes a Martial Saint, his swordsmanship might rival that of the Dugu Sword Demon.”
“And in the future, he might even surpass him.”
“In this World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament, the title of the strongest under the Martial Saint level will undoubtedly be his.”
During this period,
Wang Zun had been sparring with Zhao Bing almost every day.
Even though he was now a peak Martial Saint,
when using only swordsmanship—without Tai Chi—
he was no match for Zhao Bing.
Zhao Bing’s sword techniques, combined with his Floating Cloud Footwork,
made each move and strike impossibly fast, nearly invisible,
and so unpredictable it was impossible to defend against.
Next, Jin Youxi and Shuangshuang’s provincial matches also ended in effortless victories.
Chen Feng earned another four hundred points of Vitality.
Meanwhile, Jin Youxi had also unlocked the qualification for a Technique Imbuement.
Following the examples of Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing,
before Chen Feng could even ask,
Jin Youxi blurted out the martial technique she wanted:
“Master, I want the Northern Dark Divine Art.”
Chen Feng was a little surprised.
“I’d suggest you pick the Dragon-Elephant Vajra Art or the Floating Cloud Footwork.”
“The first can boost your attack power.”
“The second can increase your mobility.”
Jin Youxi shook her head.
“I really want the Northern Dark Divine Art!”
“I want to reach the Martial Saint level as fast as Weiwei did.”
“Otherwise, at my current cultivation, I don’t deserve to be the senior disciple.”
Chen Feng was speechless.
“You’ve got some nerve saying that.”
“It’s all because you’re lazy!”
Jin Youxi stuck out her tongue.
Chen Shuangshuang’s eyes sparkled as she asked expectantly:
“Dad, when are you going to teach me my second technique?”
“Sister Senior said that with the second technique, you don’t have to train—you just reach unity between heaven and man instantly.”
Chen Feng thought for a moment.
Going by Shuangshuang’s current progress,
the earliest she could complete six tasks to earn the title of Master of Apprentices wouldn’t be until next year.
“You need to train hard, and not slack off like your senior sister.”
“Hopefully by next year at the earliest, I’ll teach you your second technique.”
Shuangshuang nodded eagerly with anticipation.
The next round, the national tournament,
proceeded without surprises.
Jin Youxi claimed the championship in the Grandmaster division.
And Chen Shuangshuang, relying on her incredible speed and that metal baseball bat of hers,
battered her way into first place.
Chen Feng happily collected another six hundred points of Vitality.
As for Zhao Bing’s matches in the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament,
he didn’t have time to watch.
Time passed,
and it was already July.
The Martial Arts Association had gradually started deploying personnel to fortify the Kunlun Mountains.
During this time…
No one is allowed to enter.
At the same time, Chen Feng and Wang Zun led a total of thirteen martial saints from around the world.
They stationed themselves in different areas guarding every corner of the Kunlun Mountain Range.
To Chen Feng’s surprise,
Aiden showed up uninvited as well.

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.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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...