Chapter 1: The Ultimate Useless Genius of All Time

Even though he was rudely interrupted by Su Chen, the system still responded calmly.

[May I ask what kind of disciples the host is looking for?]

[These individuals may lack talent, but with a bit of cultivation, they can still be useful.]

“Perfect.”

“Huh?”

“Give me the worst ones. If they’re not terrible, I don’t want them.”

“Make sure they’re all cute girls. What am I supposed to do with a bunch of burly guys taking care of me?”

After a brief silence, the system spoke again, its tone low and slightly exasperated.

[Ding! Friendly reminder! This system is the Imperial Master System, not a brothel manager.]

[Host, are you out of your mind? Might I recommend getting a new brain? I have a selection of…]

Boom!

Suddenly, a distant mountain exploded, and the system was violently smashed into it.

“Talk nonsense again and I’ll replace you.”

Su Chen calmly withdrew his right fist, clearly dead serious.

He was already invincible in this world.

What good would talented disciples do him?

Disciples weren’t for fighting.

They just needed to stand behind him, cheer him on, and look cute.

Oh, and they had to be able to cook and clean—take care of him properly.

Besides, how could he showcase his brilliance as a teacher if the disciples weren’t trash to begin with?

If you already knew everything, why would you need me?

“Playing dead now? Get over here.”

At Su Chen’s prompt, the system scrambled back nervously, heart pounding.

‘Damn it, why does he hit first and talk later? Can’t we just have a civil conversation…’

“Can you do it or not?”

“Yes~!”

“Begin the scan. The worse, the better. Otherwise…”

Su Chen flashed a mischievous smile, eyes full of ill intent.

[Scanning in progress…]

The system shivered, mustering all its strength like its life depended on it.

This time, the scan took far longer than before.

***

Just as Su Chen was starting to lose patience, a sudden alert rang out:

[Warning! Warning! Detected an individual abandoned by the heavens. Aptitude ranked as the worst in the past thousand years. Recommended to ignore…]

The system was about to skip past it out of habit—until it saw the look in Su Chen’s eyes and immediately stiffened.

[Uh… Specific details as follows:]

[Name: Ruo Ximeng, Age: 16, Female, currently located in the Tenth Level of the Infernal Prison in the Great Flame Empire.]

[Born with a forsaken body, shackled by the Heavenly Dao. No hope of ever cultivating.]

[Currently bound by Dragon Shackles, over a hundred fractures in her spiritual roots. Suspected to have been frequently subjected to blood extraction—bloodline nearly depleted.]

[Soul is damaged, origin incomplete. Likely incapable of comprehending any techniques or skills.]

[Evaluation: The most worthless in all of history. Weaker than a newborn chick. Nickname: Trash of the Trash.]

At first, Su Chen had been intrigued by the idea of such a pitiful disciple.

But as he listened to the full report, his expression grew cold.

This wasn’t just cruelty—it was torture.

Who could be so heartless as to inflict such pain on a young girl in the prime of her life?

It wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t known.

But now that he did—

“System, lock on to the location! We’re moving out immediately!”

The system twitched at the corner of its mouth.

‘Was he really going?’

***

The Great Yan Dynasty — Hell Demon Prison!

This was the most terrifying prison in the entire empire, used to confine the most notorious criminals.

It sat atop the dread mountain known as Demon Prison Peak.

The atmosphere here was filled with death and decay—nothing could grow.

The air was laced with countless web-like threads, each one part of a vast formation that spanned the entire prison.

Without an official token, even a Ninth Heaven powerhouse at the Fate Palace Realm would perish on the spot.

Deep within Demon Prison Peak, in front of a weathered, ancient hall, a dozen powerful Split Soul Realm cultivators stood watch.

At that moment, a man in black armor approached.

He was a Sky Patrol Officer, holding a token in hand.

“Open the hall. Routine inspection.”

One of the guards took the token and placed it into a groove on the hall’s surface.

A ripple of green light spread out, and the doors slowly began to part.

The Hell Demon Hall had opened.

The Sky Patrol Officer entered, face calm and indifferent.

Inside, the prison was divided into ten spatial layers—the tenth level reserved for the most dangerous prisoners.

He entered the first level.

There, countless disheveled prisoners hung suspended in mid-air, bound by chains from the void.

Their eyes were hollow, their heads hung low, and their auras were barely detectable.

The officer pulled out an ancient book, wrapped in the power of laws.

As he flipped through its pages, the void chains trembled violently, and the prisoners let out blood-curdling screams.

“First layer—no abnormalities.”

He moved on without emotion.

***

Ninth level of the Hell Demon Prison.

The moment the officer stepped into this layer, a thunderous voice echoed through the space.

“Back again, Sky Patrol brat?”

The officer looked up.

Only three people were imprisoned here: an old man, a swordsman, and a woman.

All three emanated a terrifying aura.

Just one word from them made the entire space shudder.

They weren’t restrained by normal chains, but by chains forged from the power of laws.

Despite the crushing pressure, the Sky Patrol Officer maintained composure and said slowly, “As long as the three of you are still here, I can rest easy.”

“Hmph.”

The swordsman opened his eyes.

Within his pitch-black pupils, sword intent swirled—vast, destructive, as if capable of piercing the heavens and stirring the stars themselves.

But the law-forged chains flared with blinding light and forcibly suppressed his spiritual power.

“Very well, since you three—”

Just as the officer was about to close the ancient book, his expression shifted dramatically.

The prison began to shake violently, and an overwhelming aura descended upon Demon Prison Peak.

***

High above the mountain, Su Chen stood calmly in the sky, gazing down at the prison hall.

The mountain’s mighty formation had yet to activate when it was already wiped away with a flick of his hand.

He walked through the air, each step shaking the very fabric of space.

Wherever he passed, the prison’s barriers shattered, layer by layer.

The guards’ eyes widened in disbelief.

‘What kind of monster is this man?’

Su Chen’s eyes gleamed with black light.

He smirked, then clenched his fist and smashed it down toward the prison barrier.

Crack!

The space-restraining formation, reinforced a thousandfold, instantly crumbled under his blow.

Su Chen shot straight toward the tenth level.

The prison’s alarms screamed to life.

Inside the Great Yan imperial palace, a man in a golden dragon robe opened his eyes wide.

His voice, filled with alarm, echoed through the halls.

“Demon Prison Peak… has been breached?!”

***

Back in the ninth level of the Hell Demon Prison.

From the darkness, a figure slowly stepped out.

Her gaze was sultry, her hand gently brushing over her blood-red lips.

The allure in her eyes fell upon the Sky Patrol Officer like a net.

“Giggle… After hundreds of years, someone actually broke through Hell Demon Prison? How amusing.”

“Hmph! Regardless, you three will remain sealed in the ninth level!”

The officer’s face was pale, but he took solace in one fact: the intruder had only broken through the outer prison restraints.

The chains forged from laws and void essence were still intact.

Suddenly, the ancient book in his hand began to tremble violently.

A blinding light burst from the final page.

The officer’s eyes widened in horror.

“No! His target is… the tenth level?!”

***

Tenth level of the Hell Demon Prison.

Su Chen’s expression shifted as he took in the sight before him.

At the center of the ancient chamber stood a blood-red altar.

A girl, her body stained with blood, was tied to a crimson cross.

Two dragon-shaped chains coiled around her arms and legs, emitting low, menacing growls.