High Martial: Choose Three of Six from the Start, and I March Straight into the Imperial Palace

Zhang Jing transmigrates to a parallel world. An orphan since childhood, he grew up in an orphanage.

Today is the day every citizen of Great Xia draws a talent.

Zhang Jing gains an A-rank talent: each time he levels up, his attribute points increase by 10%.

At the same time, a cold voice sounds in his mind.

[One: Gain 300 years of lifespan.]

[Two: Receive one billion Great Xia dollars every year, until the Host dies.]

[Three: Be surrounded by admirers. Every year, you are guaranteed to win the favor of an unparalleled beauty.]

[Four: Prestigious family. The System will bind the Host to one of the most prestigious families in Great Xia.]

[Five: Ten-thousandfold diligence. Whenever the Host practices any cultivation technique or martial skill, its proficiency and rewards are multiplied by ten thousand.]

[Six: Permanent bonuses. Any temporary bonus the Host receives can be placed in the bonus slot and made permanent.]

"System, I choose four, five, and six."

The era's prodigies: I trained hard for ten years, and still can't match one of his punches? That's not fair!

The old ancestor of a great family: What's going on with him? Why does the Blood-Burning Secret Art have no side effects on him, and how can he stack it infinitely?

The peerless Valkyrie: Zhang Jing, just how many trump cards do you have? Where is your limit?

Years later, when the myriad races invade and gods and demons descend,

billions of auras revolve around Zhang Jing, each one a permanent divine-level buff.

He takes one step, and the universe falls silent.

"I am the one and only rule!"