A quaint gate plaque.
On it, a single character was clearly engraved.
Chen!
This character "Chen" was evidently written by a master, exuding an indescribable aura.
The Ancient Martial Arts Chen Family.
In Dragon Country, they were considered a second-tier Ancient Martial Arts family. Only those with a grandmaster-level expert could ascend to the ranks of the first-tier families.
Chen Hao, once a prodigy, made a name for himself at a young age. He reached the Dark Force stage at the age of 9 and attained the mid-level Dark Force by 11, earning the Chen Family's boundless expectations.
"Our Chen Hao has the potential to become a grandmaster!"
But fate played a cruel trick. Chen Hao's cultivation stagnated, and the once-revered genius fell from grace, becoming a mere shadow of his former self.
Instead, his younger sister rose to prominence, replacing him as the family's shining star.
"This Chen Hao, he's getting worse and worse? How come every time he goes out... he keeps causing trouble?"
A bearded old man grumbled angrily.
"Ha... I heard he got into a fight with some street thugs? A disciple of an Ancient Martial Arts family, mingling with hooligans in the secular world? It's utterly ridiculous!"
"Not just that! After entering the secular world, Chen Hao even took a job as a security guard? A Dark Force practitioner working as a guard? It's laughable!"
Clearly, many within the Chen Family were dissatisfied with Chen Hao. If he weren't the son of the previous family head, given his recent behavior... he would have been beaten to death long ago!
Now, the family head had entered seclusion in an attempt to break through to the grandmaster level, and it was uncertain whether he would even survive the ordeal.
Just as the murmurs continued, a young woman in white training attire stepped forward.
Tall and slender, with a neat ponytail and a frosty expression, she was the epitome of a cold beauty.
Chen Ningshuang!
Chen Hao's younger sister, a prodigy who reached the Transform Force stage at the age of 18. Her position within the Ancient Martial Arts Chen Family was unshakable.
"Uncle, do you think our family's lineage is weakening? Is that why you're plotting to take over?"
Chen Ningshuang carried a Tai Chi sword on her back, her presence blending seamlessly with her surroundings.
The Chen Family had no shortage of Transform Force experts—there were at least five or six—but Chen Ningshuang, even at the early Transform Force stage, demanded their respect.
Moreover, she was only 18 years old. Barring any unforeseen accidents like Chen Hao's, she was certain to become a grandmaster within a decade!
If Chen Ningshuang were a man, they wouldn't dare entertain such thoughts.
But she was a woman, and the position of family head could never be held by a woman.
"Ningshuang, Chen Hao is no longer the prodigy he once was. Moreover, the old family head is plagued by hidden injuries, and his chances of breaking through to the grandmaster level are less than 20%. It's time to make a decision regarding the family headship."
Chen Daoguan, one of the Chen Family's key figures, stood his ground, meeting Chen Ningshuang's gaze head-on.
A bead of sweat formed on Chen Daoguan's forehead. He was also at the early Transform Force stage, yet facing this 18-year-old girl, he felt a sense of fear.
Had Chen Ningshuang's strength improved again?
In the end, Chen Ningshuang reined in her aura and turned to leave.
"Please bear with my brother a little longer, Uncle. I believe he... will make a triumphant return."
The young woman lowered her gaze, the weight of her responsibilities pressing heavily on her. Unless she broke through to the advanced Transform Force stage and became a grandmaster immediately, she could only buy time...
"Brother... I believe in you!"
She remembered the days when her brother was still a prodigy, full of vigor and ambition. But now, he had become a shadow of his former self.
Yet, she still believed... that her brother would not remain in obscurity forever. One day, he would rise again.
"Brother, once I reach the mid-level Transform Force stage, I will come to the secular world to help you."
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting strands of her hair as a leaf fluttered before her.
With two slender, jade-like fingers, she plucked the leaf from the air and flicked it with a sharp motion.
"Whoosh!"
The leaf shot toward a tree trunk over ten meters away. Despite its softness, it pierced straight through the thick trunk, leaving a chilling aura in its wake.
......
After being released from the police station, Chen Hao was fired from Shilan School.
Shilan School couldn't employ someone with a criminal record as a security guard.
And so... Chen Hao found himself unemployed once again.
"That damn Jiang Che, I swear I'll kill you one day!"
Chen Hao blamed all his misfortunes on Jiang Che.
And truth be told, he wasn't entirely wrong.
"Qin Qiaoqiao... once I reach the Transform Force stage and regain control of the Chen Family, I will come back for you."
Chen Hao clenched his fists tightly.
Just then, he noticed a job advertisement.
["Overseas company 'LingChe Group' is returning to Dragon Country and establishing a branch in Hangcheng. We are currently hiring temporary security guards..."]
Security guard?
Chen Hao's eyes locked onto the keyword, as if an unseen force was compelling him.
Security guard! He had to become a security guard!
If he couldn't work as a school guard, then joining a multinational corporation as a security guard would do just fine!
......
In the hospital.
Lin Yu, Chen Hao's companion in misfortune, was also going through a tough time.
He had completely lost contact with his "little brother."
"Why? I'm a descendant of the Ghost Doctor! Why can't even my Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles work?"
He had tried many methods, but it seemed he was truly... impotent.
"Mr. Lin, your epididymis is also atrophying. It's possible that in the near future, you will no longer produce sperm. We recommend that you visit a sperm bank to preserve your sperm. It only costs a few thousand dollars per year."
"The preservation process is very effective. Your sperm can remain viable for at least seven or eight years."
The doctor's words were another heavy blow to Lin Yu.
Not only was he impotent... he was also facing the risk of infertility!
Are you kidding me?
He was supposed to build a harem! He was supposed to marry a wealthy heiress!
He was a master who had descended from the mountains to play the field, and in just over two months, he had become a eunuch? Infertile?
"No way! Why isn't my acupuncture working?"
"My master deceived me! He said the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles could cure any ailment!"
The doctor sighed as he watched Lin Yu's despair. The young man was clearly delusional.
"Mr. Lin, your reproductive system's functionality has completely deteriorated. Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine can help you now. You need to come to terms with this."
"Why don't you come to terms with it? I'm only 20 years old!!!"
Lin Yu was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was only 20! All he wanted was to flirt with girls—what was so wrong about that?
"Mr. Lin, please calm down. You can still visit a sperm bank... If your other epididymis atrophies, it will be too late."
Lin Yu fell silent. Despite his anger, he knew he had to seriously consider this option.
"Fine!"
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!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
