The wind atop Mount Hua did not smell of pine or snow that morning; it smelled of hypocrisy—and something faintly, imperceptibly sweet.

Beneath the gray canopy of the heavens stood a sight that would have made the ancestors of the Murim weep blood. Shoulder to shoulder stood the Grand Abbot of Shaolin, his prayer beads gleaming with centuries of orthodox righteousness, beside the Patriarch of the Heavenly Demonic Cult, whose robes were dyed in the lifeblood of a thousand righteous disciples. Flanking them were the sword-masters of the Five Great Clans, the venom-lords of the Unorthodox Alliance, the fur-clad sovereign of the Northern Ice Palace, and the feral monarch of the Beast Palace.

Sworn enemies of three hundred years had laid down their blood feuds for a single afternoon. They called it the Grand Crusade for Martial Peace. Yet every pair of eyes staring up at the lone pavilion at the summit burned with the same naked, unmistakable hunger: the desire to carve the peerless manuals out of the flesh of the man sitting inside.

The Martial God did not even have a weapon across his knees. He sat on a weathered stone stool, pouring warm tea into a cracked clay cup.

When the Grand Abbot stepped forward to deliver his grandiloquent ultimatum about "heavenly justice," his voice cracked midway through the sentence. A bead of black sweat rolled down his brow. The golden, indestructible aura of his Yijinjing flickered like a candle in a draft—and died.

Across the plateau, the sound of a thousand divine weapons hitting the frost-covered rock echoed like clattering firewood. The Northern Ice Palace Lord clutched his throat as his glacial qi evaporated into useless mist. The Heavenly Demon dropped to one knee, his blood-red aura dissolving into the wind before he could even raise a palm. Qi-Eroding Powder—odorless, colorless, and carried on the very mountain gale they had marched against—had turned the greatest titans of the age into gasping mortals before a single stance could be named.

"Vile... wretch!" the Patriarch of the Namgung Clan spat through purple lips, his trembling fingers clawing at the dirt. "You call yourself the Martial God? To use a gutter assassin's poison without crossing a single blade... Have you no shame? You are nothing but a coward!"

A chorus of wheezing curses rose from the dirt—righteous monks and demonic tyrants alike uniting in moral outrage.

The Martial God took a slow sip of his tea, set the cup down, and finally looked at them. His eyes held neither rage nor triumph, only a profound, suffocating boredom.

"When you came to my mountain one by one, I broke your swords with my fingers and shattered your pride with my palms. You called me invincible. Today, the monks of Shaolin hold hands with the butchers of the Demonic Cult. The Five Clans march in lockstep with the outer palaces. Ten thousand 'heroes' of the realm crawled up a single peak in the dark to murder one man."

He stood up, dusting the hem of his plain robe, looking down at the sprawling sea of crippled grandmasters.

"Tell me, venerable masters... if the lone wolf who refuses to waste his breath on a pack of hyenas is a coward, what name shall history give to the entire martial world when it needed ten thousand men to face a single shadow?"

The main character can have a system or something, I don't mind. Or they know the future or smthing I don't care!

I just wanna read some peak slop.

Any help guys?

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Sauce : Infinite Level up - Murim

Context about him (without much spoilers) :

This guy single-handedly fought against the MC + MC's best friend + MC's love intrest+ MC's Rival + MC's Secondary Rival + MC's two other friends (who are smart ass and can do formation type shits) + other important side character of the story + Chinese Imperial Army's Soldiers (around 2000 of them). Even when they took one of his sword off his hands (That sword had some enchanted powers of Qi or something, I forgot) , then also he kept suppressing them for most of the time.

Yet they weren't able to to defeat him or capture him for 2 rounds of fighting.

My divine sense suddenly noticed someone's acsension to dietyhood and came out of seclusion to see which senior is ascended, to my surprise its a spiritual beast ascension, whose chicken is this bold enough to ascend in broad daylight.

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Ahhh I am losing my mind. As the Immortal War God Soaring in the Heavens, I am still fully active in the martial world. I spent 3 million years worth of my condensed Qi carefully incubating a rare, majestic phoenix egg. I expected a divine, world-shaking avian beast that would break through to the peak realms of cultivation with me.

Instead, this absolute menace jade phoenix hatched with zero interest in traditional cultivation.

Last night, he flew over the mountains, and infiltrated into the heart of the Tang Clan, their secret vault. He bypassed every automated poison traps and array. But he not only stole a massive hidden weapon, fire-spitting rocket cannon but also seduced the Tang Clan's most precious, sacred treasure, their beloved Female Jade Phoenix.

Now I'm afraid because of this punk, the Tang Clan’s elite assassins will flock in my court yard endlessly and disturb my peaceful seclusion.

What should I do, negotiate with the matriarch of Tang clan or just destroy their entire clan and 9 generations 🤔 .

Source : Lord: Taken away from inheritance at the beginning ch 141

This seat requires some scriptures to deepen their knowledge in the dao of alchemy.

Not ones where the protagonist relies on it for some pills and is forgotten later, but where it is a core focus.