Chapter 1: The Weakest Disciple

Chapter 1: The Weakest Disciple

The Heavenly Sword Sect stood tall atop the Cloud-Piercing Mountain, its grand pagodas piercing the sky like blades unsheathed. The sect was known far and wide, a place where prodigies gathered, where geniuses carved their names into history. Yet, not all within its walls were destined for greatness.

Jiang Chen knelt on the cold stone floor, his body bruised and bloodied. Around him, laughter echoed, cruel and mocking.

"Still alive, trash?" sneered Liu Feng, a senior disciple known for his viciousness. He flicked his wrist, and a burst of spiritual energy whipped through the air, slicing Jiang Chen's cheek. Blood trickled down, but Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.

"Know your place, Jiang Chen. You're just a worm who got in through pity. Talentless, spineless… you're nothing but dirt beneath my feet." Liu Feng's eyes gleamed with malice as he kicked Jiang Chen's chest, sending him tumbling down the stone steps.

Pain seared through Jiang Chen's body as he rolled down, his vision blurring. When he finally came to a stop, he lay motionless, his body broken, his pride shattered.

Whispers surrounded him.

"Pathetic. How did he even get accepted into the sect?"

"I heard his father was once an elder. They probably took him in out of respect."

"What respect? His father was a coward who died running from battle. Like father, like son."

Jiang Chen's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but his body refused to move. They were right. He was the weakest disciple. No talent. No strength. A stain on his father's name.

Memories surfaced—his father, once a respected elder, accused of cowardice and treason. Disgraced. Executed. Jiang Chen was taken in as a form of pity, but pity did not translate to respect. In the Heavenly Sword Sect, power was everything. Without it, one was less than a dog.

His body ached, his spirit even more so. Why? Why was he so weak? Why did fate curse him to such humiliation?

His vision darkened, the sky above blurring into shadows. Just as consciousness began to slip away, a cold, metallic voice echoed in his mind.

[System Initialization…]

[Heavenly Domination System Activated.]

Jiang Chen's eyes snapped open, his pain momentarily forgotten.

"What… what is this…?"

[Welcome, Host. The Heavenly Domination System has chosen you.]

[Objective: Dominate all who stand before you. Rise to the peak or be trampled beneath it.]

[Reward System: Power is obtained through victory, influence, and domination. Arrogance is your weapon. Conquest is your destiny.]

The words echoed, their weight sinking deep into his soul. Domination? Arrogance? Was this a dream, a cruel illusion before death?

But the voice continued, cold and emotionless.

[Initiating First Mission: Defeat Liu Feng.]

[Reward: Instant Advancement to Foundation Establishment Realm.]

Jiang Chen's heart pounded. Foundation Establishment? He had been stuck at the Qi Gathering stage for years, mocked and ridiculed for his lack of progress. But to leap directly to Foundation Establishment…

A surge of power coursed through his veins, hot and wild, revitalizing his broken body. His wounds healed, his muscles strengthened, and his vision cleared. He could feel his Qi swirling within him, more potent than ever before.

He stood, his body steady, his gaze cold. The whispers ceased, shock replacing scorn. Liu Feng turned, his eyes widening.

"You… you're still standing?"

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a smirk, arrogance seeping into his voice.

"Did you think a worm like you could keep me down?"

Liu Feng's face twisted with anger. "You dare—"

Before he could finish, Jiang Chen moved. Faster than Liu Feng could react, Jiang Chen appeared before him, his fist connecting with Liu Feng's chest. There was a sickening crack as bones shattered, and Liu Feng's body flew back, crashing into the stone wall.

Silence. The crowd stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief. The weakest disciple… had just defeated Liu Feng with a single blow.

Jiang Chen stepped forward, his aura dominating, his eyes cold.

"You called me trash. You mocked my father. Yet here you are, groveling beneath my feet." He looked down, his voice dripping with disdain. "Who's the worm now?"

Liu Feng coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. "I… I won't accept this… You… you cheated…!"

Jiang Chen laughed, a cold, arrogant sound that sent shivers down the spines of those watching.

"Cheated? In this world, power is truth. Strength is justice. If you are weak, then you deserve to kneel."

His words were harsh, but they carried undeniable authority. He felt it—the system's influence, feeding his arrogance, amplifying his dominance. And it felt… exhilarating.

[Mission Complete. Reward Granted: Advancement to Foundation Establishment Realm.]

[New Ability Unlocked: Heaven's Suppression – Crush weaker opponents with pure aura.]

Jiang Chen felt his cultivation surge, his power growing exponentially. He could feel the strength coursing through him, a force that made him invincible.

He turned his back on Liu Feng, his voice carrying over his shoulder.

"Remember this day, Liu Feng. The day you were humbled by the one you called trash. If you dare challenge me again… I'll bury you myself."

The crowd parted as he walked through, their eyes filled with fear and awe. The weakling they once mocked was gone. In his place stood a monster—a tyrant who would rise to the peak with arrogance and power.

And this… was only the beginning.