[Feel-good power fantasy + ruthless and decisive + no female lead + face-slapping and crushing opponents]
In the Age of Dharma Decline, the saints have vanished.
Humanity has fallen into decline, and demons run rampant.
Zhao Han transmigrated into this world, only to discover that his good brother had betrayed him and made him a sacrificial offering to the demon race.
Fortunately, he awakened an Emotion System. Whenever he stirred someone else's emotions, he could earn emotion points to upgrade his techniques. The more intense the reaction, the more points he gained.
After transmigrating to another world, Zhao Han wanted only to live as he pleased and do whatever he wanted.
So Zhao Han kept manipulating other people's emotions, going further and further down the road of reckless upgrades.
“What? You're saying I have a useless body for cultivation and was born with a trash spiritual root?”
“Doesn't matter. I'll train my body!”
“What? You're saying that in this world, natural treasures are scarce, spellcasters are the elite, and body cultivation is the lowest of the low?”
“That's hilarious! What if I instantly add thirty thousand years of arduous cultivation and a hundred thousand years of body tempering?”
“What? You're saying the only way to become a saint is to accumulate enough merit and attain a sacred rank?”
“Funny! Take a look at what's right in front of me!”
With that, Zhao Han smashed the Three Corpses with three punches, then threw another straight punch toward the sky.
His punch roared like a gale, clearing the heavens and earth. Golden lotuses sprang from the ground, rosy clouds filled the sky, and auspicious signs came to celebrate!
The path to sainthood appeared right beneath his feet!
Messy
That's it at best