The Cultivation Patriarch's Live-In Son-in-Law: With a System, I Crush Ten Thousand Clans

What a miserable fate it would be if humanity weren't at the top of the food chain.

The myriad races would only make you kneel, wait obediently for death, and prepare to be eaten.

But I want you to stand up!

In the eyes of a master cultivator like me,

what are werewolves? Just crispy snacks with fur.

What are vampires? Just crispy snacks that can't stand the light.

What are elves? Collectible figurines, that's all.

What are succubi? Living hot-water bottles, that's all.