A tempest of emotions raged within Shi Lei's heart.
Suppressing his astonishment, he continued the movements.
Chest expansion.
The Source Energy flowed obediently into his thoracic cavity, nourishing his heart and lungs.
Turning his body.
The Source Energy spiraled up along his spine, circulating through his entire being.
Each motion acted like an exquisitely crafted comb, untangling the once-chaotic "energy" within him, smoothing it into perfect harmony.
The bottleneck at the peak of the Sixth Stage, which had remained as unyielding as stone for so long, now showed the faintest signs of loosening under this gentle refinement.
"This... this..."
Shi Lei trembled with excitement.
He understood now!
He finally understood!
This set of calisthenics was no mere physical exercise!
It was "Order"!
A supreme method to align one's energy with the resonance of the Heavenly Dao!
Teacher Su hadn't lied to him!
Teacher Su had spoken the truth!
This set of exercises truly could elevate him to the pinnacle of power!
Overwhelming ecstasy consumed him.
Below the stage.
The jeers had gradually faded into silence.
Every pair of eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at Shi Lei on the platform.
Though they couldn't grasp the profound principles at work, they could sense it—
Shi Lei's aura was skyrocketing at a terrifying pace!
Growing denser, more formidable by the second!
An invisible pressure radiated from him, turning the faces of the front-row students pale, their breath catching in their throats.
"What the hell... what's happening?"
"Shi Lei's presence... how did it get so strong?"
"He... he's just doing calisthenics, right? Why does it feel like... a breakthrough?"
The brawny youth's smirk froze completely.
He felt like a fool.
A complete and utter clown.
At the back.
The observing teachers could no longer remain seated.
They shot up from their chairs, necks craned, faces etched with shock.
"Source Resonance!"
"He's triggered it! Source Resonance!"
"How is this possible? Just from a set of calisthenics! This defies all logic!"
Only Zhao Hong remained seated, but his hands clutched the armrests with bone-white knuckles.
His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
He saw it—
He saw it with absolute clarity—
With every motion Shi Lei made, the energy in the entire lecture hall grew restless, forming a tiny vortex, its center fixed on Shi Lei!
And this vortex was expanding!
This meant Shi Lei was forging a connection with the world itself through these movements!
Once that connection solidified...
Zhao Hong dared not dwell on the thought.
He whipped his head toward the instigator of it all—the man who had sat quietly through the chaos, engrossed in his phone.
His eyes held nothing but boundless reverence.
Who...
Who was this man?!
"Boom!"
An intangible thunderclap exploded in everyone's minds!
On the platform, the once-small energy vortex around Shi Lei suddenly surged outward!
The raging energy of heaven and earth, like a flood bursting through a dam, poured violently into his body!
The lecture hall was engulfed in a howling gale!
Textbooks flapped wildly, pages torn loose and sent spiraling through the air!
Students' hair and clothes whipped about as if caught in a storm!
"Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"He's really breaking through! He's actually breaking through!"
"Reaching the Seventh Stage by doing calisthenics?! Am I dreaming? Someone punch me!"
"A miracle! This is a goddamn miracle!"
The students below lost their minds.
They clung to their desks, bracing against the torrential energy currents, yet their eyes remained glued to the radiant figure on the stage.
Awe.
And... fanatical fervor!
They had witnessed the birth of a legend!
A miracle that shattered every convention of cultivation they knew!
The brawny youth, who had laughed the loudest earlier, collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Not from the storm's force—he knelt of his own volition.
Not a trace of mockery remained on his face, only regret and terror.
His gaze darted between Shi Lei and the unfazed Su Qi, still scrolling on his phone at the eye of the storm.
Then he slapped himself hard across the face.
"I was wrong! I was so wrong!"
"I'm an idiot! The biggest fucking idiot alive!"
"Teacher Su! I beg your forgiveness!"
His voice cracked with desperation, drowned out by the roaring winds.
At the back.
The teachers fared even worse than the students.
Pale-faced, they strained against the energy storm, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief.
"That... that's the energy signature of the Seventh Stage!"
"He actually broke through from the peak of the Sixth Stage!"
"Dear heavens! This violates the laws of energy conservation!"
An elderly professor specializing in energy theory trembled violently, adjusting his glasses with shaky hands.
"No! No! It doesn't violate anything! This is the true 'Dao'! Our theories were wrong! All wrong!"
"We've been forcibly seizing power! But he... he's communing with the world! The world is willingly bestowing its strength upon him! The levels are incomparable!"
Zhao Hong stared at Shi Lei, feeling the pure, vast energy of the Seventh Stage radiating from him. His mind reeled.
It had taken him a full year to break through from the Sixth Stage's peak to the Seventh.
Yet here was Shi Lei—his student—crossing that insurmountable gap in less than ten minutes.
Just by following a set of calisthenics!
As effortlessly as breathing!
The contrast was devastating.
Every ounce of pride and knowledge Zhao Hong had built over a lifetime crumbled to dust, trampled underfoot and spat upon.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was parched, incapable of speech.
All he could do was gaze at the eye of the storm—at the architect of this upheaval.
Su Qi.
Still seated. Still scrolling.
Untouched by the chaos unfolding around him.
Like a deity lounging upon an eternal throne, idly plucking the strings of mortal fate.
And the world...
...bowed in reverence.
The storm came swiftly.
And left just as fast.
As Shi Lei's energy stabilized, the torrent of heavenly energy subsided.
The classroom lay in ruins.
The classroom was in complete disarray—chairs and desks toppled over, books scattered everywhere like a typhoon had swept through. Students and teachers alike stood frozen in place, their clothes disheveled, faces blank with shock. The only sound piercing the silence was the crisp chime of a mobile game.
"Victory!"
Su Qi finally won a match. Satisfied, he turned off his phone, stretched lazily, and looked up. His gaze landed on Shi Lei, who was still standing at the podium.
Shi Lei was no longer the same person. The arrogance and sharp edge he once carried had been replaced by a profound, restrained aura—one that only those who had truly ascended to the ranks of high-level power could possess. His face was flushed with excitement, his eyes blazing with intensity. He could feel the unprecedented, surging yet docile energy within him, as if he had been reborn.
This was the Seventh Tier!
Was this what it felt like to stand at the pinnacle of strength?
It was overwhelming!
He felt like he could now defeat ten versions of his former self with a single punch.
Thud!
Unable to contain his gratitude and exhilaration, Shi Lei’s knees gave way, and he dropped heavily to the floor, kneeling before Su Qi.
He didn’t speak.
Instead, with all his strength, he kowtowed three times, his forehead striking the cold ground with dull, resounding thuds.
These were not reluctant gestures—they were offered with absolute reverence, with his entire being pressed to the floor.
How could he ever repay such a life-changing favor?
"Enough, enough," Su Qi waved a hand dismissively. "A man’s pride is worth more than gold. Stop kneeling—the floor’s dirty."
"Just remember to pay your tuition on time."
Shi Lei stiffened, then abruptly raised his head, his eyes instantly reddening.
Teacher… He…
He’s still worried about my knees getting cold… Still finding a way to remind me to work hard…
Teacher, I could cry!
"Yes! This student understands!" Shi Lei’s voice boomed, filled with boundless gratitude. He rose to his feet and respectfully stepped aside, standing like a loyal guard beside Su Qi.
Su Qi ignored him and scanned the room, taking in the dumbfounded students and teachers. He cleared his throat.
"Everyone see that clearly?"
His voice shattered the suffocating silence.
The class jolted awake as if electrocuted.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped—
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
One after another, the sound of knees hitting the floor echoed through the classroom.
Apart from Lin Jing and a few teachers still standing in the back, every single student had dropped to their knees.
Their eyes, fixed on Su Qi at the podium, burned with fanaticism, worship—and a trace of deep-seated fear.
They finally understood what kind of being stood before them.
This wasn’t just a teacher.
This was a god walking among mortals.
"Teacher Su! I was wrong!"
"Teacher Su, please guide me too! I’ll do anything!"
"Teacher Su, I’ll give you everything I own! Please take me as your disciple!"
Pleas and confessions erupted like a fervent religious gathering.
Only Zhao Hong remained rigid at the back.
He hadn’t knelt.
Not because he didn’t want to—but because he didn’t dare.
His legs felt like they were weighed down with lead.
As he watched the surreal, awe-inspiring scene unfold, his soul trembled.
The system he took pride in, the principles he had upheld his entire life—they had been utterly shattered in this moment.
Teaching?
Evaluations?
Standards?
In the face of such absolute, incomprehensible power—of god-making—those things seemed laughable, pitifully fragile.
He felt like a fool trying to hold back a tsunami with a handful of sand.
"Principal…"
Zhao Hong’s lips moved, his voice barely a whisper.
"I… think I understand now…"
He finally grasped Principal Xiao Ya’s wisdom.
And realized just how foolish and blind he had been.
This young man—his arrival wasn’t meant to challenge Tianxing Academy’s system.
He was here to…
Overturn the entire supernatural world!
Su Qi massaged his temples, exasperated by the sea of kneeling, wailing students.
"Get up."
He frowned, impatience lacing his tone.
"This is a classroom, not a funeral hall."
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried clearly to every ear.
The kneeling students stiffened, exchanging uncertain glances.
But none dared disobey.
They scrambled to their feet, hastily straightening their clothes, then stood like guilty schoolchildren, heads bowed, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Silence reclaimed the room.
"You there—the one laughing the loudest earlier."
Su Qi’s finger lazily pointed toward a burly young man in the crowd.
The young man flinched as if struck, nearly collapsing to his knees again.
"T-Teacher… I… I…"
His face turned ghostly pale, lips trembling too much to form words.
I’m done for.
Teacher’s going to punish me now.
I laughed so hard… even accused him of running a scam…
I’m dead!
His mind conjured images of Su Qi disintegrating him into molecules with a flick of the wrist, his remains scattering in the wind.
"Come up here." Su Qi crooked a finger.
The young man’s legs gave out. He had to be half-carried to the podium, where he stood before Su Qi, shaking like a leaf.
"T-Teacher Su… I… I was wrong…"
"I know I messed up, I’m an idiot, a moron… Please, have mercy, just let me go…"
He babbled tearful apologies.
Su Qi ignored his groveling and studied him briefly.
"Decent talent, good physique. Just a bit slow upstairs."
A fair assessment.
The young man blinked, unsure if he was being complimented or insulted.
Is he… praising me?
"Stop crying," Su Qi waved him off. "Since you’ve got so much energy, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself."
"Stand next to Shi Lei and follow his lead."
"Huh?" The young man’s head snapped up, disbelief written all over his face.
Teacher… isn’t punishing me?
He’s giving me a chance?
The sudden turn of events left him dazed.
"What, not interested?" Su Qi arched a brow.
"No! No! I’ll take it! A thousand times yes!"
The young man snapped out of it, ecstasy flooding his features.
Bowing deeply, as if in worship, he stammered,
"Thank you, Teacher! Thank you!"
Then, practically bouncing with joy, he scurried to Shi Lei’s side, standing ramrod straight, face alight with anticipation.
The students in the audience turned red-eyed at the sight.
Envy!
Jealousy!
Resentment!
Why him?!
Just because he’s loud and laughs a lot, he gets personal guidance from the teacher?
If only I’d laughed like that too!
Su Qi watched the scene unfold.
But inside, she felt nothing.
Lately, she’d been tired.
Maybe she’d just sleep for a while.
The rest of the story could wait until she woke up.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
