The royal house of Great Zhou has a decree: no one may be made a prince unless they reach the Grandmaster realm.
And I, Zhou Mo, the ninth prince, was born with crippled meridians and rank at the bottom of the ninth grade in the martial arts.
At fifteen, I was sent to impoverished Ningzhou to serve as an “idle marquis.” The entire court said my life was over before it had begun.
Then I bound myself to the Mad King Development System.
Killing earns experience, massacring cities drops equipment, and frightening the people builds fear.
Three years later, at the Ningzhou martial arts tournament, I blew the head off the top-ranked “Genius List” prodigy with one punch. My imperial father issued an order summoning me back to the capital that very night.
I sent back a reply: Your son is breaking through to the Grandmaster realm and cannot travel.
You said back then that someone with crippled meridians wasn't worthy of a title as prince.
What about an Earthly Immortal? Does that qualify?
Great. The whole text is full of calm voices and cold eyes.