On the bus from Crane City to Goat City.
Lin Mo jolted upright.
“Did I… reincarnate?!”
Most passengers on the intercity bus were dozing off.
Gazing at the setting sun outside the window, Lin Mo’s initial panic gradually settled.
He pulled two phones from his pocket and took a deep breath.
One was a PHS (little smart), the other a SIM-less Nokia N95.
Both were relics of the past.
Yet Lin Mo caressed them fondly before powering on the PHS. The orange-tinted screen was hardly inspiring.
“August 25, 2012… summer after the high school entrance exams. This bus is headed back to Goat City.”
Memories of this timeline resurfaced.
“Hah… Reincarnation isn’t so bad. My old life was already in ruins anyway.”
Nothing had ever gone smoothly for him.
His parents died during middle school, leaving him an apartment in Goat City and some compensation money.
That money could’ve secured him a stable college education.
Instead, Lin Mo spiraled—unrestrained by parental guidance, he squandered his youth in high school, chasing frivolities.
The funds vanished within years, and he never made it to university.
His life became a haze of regret.
In short, he’d been trash.
Later, in the dead of night, he’d often drown in remorse—why hadn’t he studied harder? Why wasted time on nonsense?
Drunk, he’d ask himself: Given another chance, would he choose differently?
Now, that chance was here.
“This time, I’ll study hard. Even if I can’t rise above others, I won’t stay a worthless loser!”
Ding~
[Invincible Cultivation System Activated]
[The world of cultivation operates by one law: strength reigns supreme. Since ancient times, cultivators have sought the Dao, tempering their bodies with spiritual energy to pursue eternal life.
This system will guide the host to the pinnacle of immortality.]
Wait—
Wasn’t this a reincarnation trope?
Did I transmigrate instead?!
Lin Mo glanced outside again.
No flying swords—just four-wheeled vehicles on the highway.
What, did the cultivation world modernize too?
“System, where exactly are we right now?”
[This is the ‘Nine Heavens Realm,’ a world of cultivation where spiritual energy permeates all living things.]
Seriously? The road sign clearly read “Goat City – 10km ahead.”
Was this truly an immortal cultivation world… just with advanced technology?
Lin Mo remained wary. With no way to confirm the world’s nature, he pressed the system further.
“Cultivation System, how do I start cultivating?”
[It’s the Invincible Cultivation System.]
Wow. This system’s got attitude.
"May I ask, Invincible Cultivation System, how do I cultivate to immortality?"
[Task issued: Complete 100 push-ups within today (0/100)]
Lin Mo: "Alright, alright, so this is how you cultivate?"
[Host’s physique is too weak to meet Qi Refinement standards. Physical training is required.]
He had been reborn, and now he even had a system, but Lin Mo couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
Yes, he hadn’t even gotten off the bus yet.
The bus was still moving.
Lin Mo held his phone, scrolling through the messages inside.
The texts gradually aligned with memories from his past life.
"So, did I transmigrate or just reincarnate?"
With this question lingering, Lin Mo fell into thought.
Lin Mo was born in Crane City.
At four years old, his parents took him to Goat City.
After that, he spent all his school years in Goat City.
Two years ago, his parents died in a car accident, leaving him with a substantial compensation payout.
His grandfather and grandmother had passed away long ago, and his father’s relationship with his uncles wasn’t exactly harmonious.
Their family was actually closer to his Grandmother’s side.
The only problem was, his uncle was still in prison, and Grandmother was already struggling to raise his Elder Cousin alone.
So, Lin Mo chose not to return to Crane City for school, opting instead to stay in Goat City by himself.
In the end, he could only ask his Third Uncle, who also lived in Goat City, to act as his guardian.
But Third Uncle had his own family to care for, and Lin Mo never bothered him much afterward.
Or rather, Third Uncle didn’t pay him much attention either—just inviting him over for meals during holidays.
To Lin Mo, this was already more than enough.
Besides, back then, he didn’t want to live under someone else’s roof. He preferred to study and live alone, especially since he still had money saved up.
Staring at the messages on his old flip phone, tears welled up in Lin Mo’s eyes.
Because this phone held the last texts his parents had ever sent him.
And in his past life, he had accidentally dropped it into a pool one day, ruining it beyond repair—losing those final messages forever.
"If only I could have gone back two years earlier…" Lin Mo sighed.
The intercity bus slowly pulled into the provincial station.
During summer break, Lin Mo naturally stayed at his Grandmother’s place. With her and his Elder Cousin around, life wasn’t so suffocating.
But now that summer was over, he had to start his first year of high school.
So, in the end, he could only board the bus back to Goat City, waving goodbye to his Grandmother and Elder Cousin.
After getting off, Lin Mo grabbed his large backpack from the overhead luggage rack.
Then, he followed the crowd toward the exit.
It was late August, sweltering hot, and intercity buses were still the main mode of travel for most people in the province.
Stepping out of the station, he saw the nearby train station was just as packed.
But there was no sign of any immortal cultivation world—no flying swords streaking across the sky.
"System, are you messing with me?"
[Host, please do not doubt this system. This is undoubtedly a world of cultivation.]
Fine, if you say so.
With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Lin Mo headed for Metro Line 5.
Taking the bus would take an hour, but the subway would cut the trip by half an hour.
The only catch was, the train ride home cost five yuan, while the bus only cost two.
Lin Mo remembered how, in his past life, he always chose the bus to save those three yuan.
But today, he was in a hurry to get home.
Maybe because it was a weekday afternoon, the subway wasn’t too crowded.
After getting off, Lin Mo still had a ten-minute walk ahead before he reached home.
Still, it was much faster than taking the bus.
Pushing the door open, tossing his backpack aside, Lin Mo sank deep into the couch.
"Rebirth, huh?" Muffled by the soft cushions, he murmured to himself.
Just as he was about to linger a little longer, the little PHS phone in his pocket rang.
Startled, Lin Mo scrambled upright.
Seeing the caller ID—Grandmother—he quickly answered.
"Hello, Grandmother."
"Hey, sweetie, have you arrived yet?"
"You’ve got perfect timing, Grandmother. I just got home when you called..."
Hearing that long-missed voice again, Lin Mo’s eyes welled up.
After chatting with Grandmother for a while, he finally hung up.
Sinking back into the couch, he couldn’t help but shout,
"This rebirth thing is just too damn good."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
