The "Bind" incantation conjures spiritual chains to restrict the opponent's movements!
The "Fix" incantation suppresses an area of space, causing it to stagnate!
The "Divide" incantation creates multiple attack points, making it hard to distinguish illusion from reality!
The "Scatter" incantation explodes at the end, creating an area-of-effect outward pull!
With these four effects stacked, Zhang Gonglian, as a Celestial Master, could guarantee that no one could block it!
However, Lin Mo, who stood before him, was simply not human.
Lin Mo just stood there quietly, not even blinking an eye.
The golden talisman seal arrived in an instant, viciously striking his chest.
The expected earth-shattering shockwave did not occur.
The golden light was like a stone thrown into the Dead Sea; it merely rippled slightly on Lin Mo's clothes, and then... nothing.
The phantom of the binding chains shattered inch by inch.
The spatial stagnation of the fixing spell had no effect.
The illusory points of light vanished into thin air the moment they touched his skin.
The final "Scatter" incantation was completely annihilated without even making a sound.
Zhang Gonglian's spiritual energy bottomed out after this strike. He was panting heavily, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at Lin Mo, the color draining from his face at a visible rate.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
His all-out strike couldn't even wrinkle the other party's clothes?
"Nice moves, but a bit lacking in power. Strictly speaking, you could already be considered invincible among those of your level."
Lin Mo's voice rang out flatly. He cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp pops.
The next second, he moved.
No flashy footwork, just a simple step forward.
Boom!
The hard stone floor instantly cracked, and Lin Mo's figure disappeared from where he stood.
Zhang Gonglian's vision blurred as a vicious gust of wind hit his face.
He subconsciously raised his arms to block.
"Your posture is right, but you lack the strength!"
Lin Mo's voice sounded as if it were right next to his ear, and a palm pressed lightly onto his arm.
Bang!
Zhang Gonglian felt as if he had been rammed by a speeding bull. His whole body bowed like a shrimp as his feet left the ground and he flew backward.
While still in mid-air, before he could even register the pain, another figure appeared behind him like a ghost and kicked him squarely in the rear.
"Take my Hurricane Breathless Kick!"
"Aargh!"
Zhang Gonglian let out a miserable scream. His trajectory was altered, and he plummeted face-first straight toward the arena floor.
He used his last bit of strength to try and twist his body, but a foot was already planted on his back.
"Too slow to react. Your combat awareness needs improvement."
Crash!
Zhang Gonglian's face made intimate contact with the hard stone slab. He felt that the bridge of his nose might no longer be in its original place, and his mouth was filled with the taste of rust and lime.
How was this a spar?
This was clearly a one-sided, instructional beating!
A literal beatdown of the little Celestial Master.
The main thing was that the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Dojo were all thrilled watching it.
Even the elders were extremely happy. This was what true noob-stomping looked like.
The sense of immersion was maxed out!
The whole crowd cheered!
"Awesome! Do it again!"
"Encore! Encore! Encore!"
Zhang Gonglian couldn't take it anymore and passed out as a sign of respect.
--System: The Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain has already been molded into his shape.--
That night.
The stone-paved roads of the ancient Sanqing Town were washed bright by the moonlight. Occasional late-returning tourists strolled by humming little tunes, adding a touch of worldly warmth to the tranquility.
But inside a large courtyard deep within the town, the atmosphere was completely different.
The courtyard was brightly lit. Dozens of figures sat around a stone table, and the air was so heavy it felt like water could be wrung from it.
These people all wore various masks on their faces: ferocious evil spirits, naive fortune pigs, imposing fierce tigers, and so on. Beneath the masks, obscure auras probed one another before being forcefully suppressed.
They were all ruthless characters who lived by licking blood from the edge of a blade.
"Ghost Face, everyone is here."
A burly man wearing a black bear mask spoke in a muffled voice. He was heavily built, a full head taller than the others even while sitting.
"Stop keeping us in suspense. You called dozens of us here. If you dare play us, this Sanqing Town will be your burial ground."
The man called Ghost Face wore a green-faced, fanged ghost king mask.
He was exactly that mysterious man from the Cold Dew Bar.
Facing the threat, he merely chuckled softly.
It was because of his arrangements that these dozens of people were gathered here.
"Blind Bear, it's only been a few days, but your temper is still as explosive as ever." Ghost Face's voice sounded somewhat ethereal through the mask.
"If I were playing you, would I still be sitting here chatting peacefully?"
Whether these words were true or false, they left the burly black bear man momentarily speechless.
"Of course, otherwise would I have called you here to die?"
A sharp, thin female voice drifted over.
"Hmph, smooth talker."
The sharp, thin female voice rang out again as a woman wearing a nine-tailed fox mask gently fanned herself with a circular fan.
"Ghost Face, you said the newly appointed Celestial Master Zhang Gonglian had a mishap, do you have proof? I won't go into detail about how powerful the Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain is. How can you be sure he has truly become a toothless tiger? If your information is wrong, then this handful of us... I'm afraid we won't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth."
As soon as this was said, the trace of restlessness in the courtyard that Ghost Face had just suppressed began to spread once again.
Many people's auras fluctuated, clearly recalling the illustrious reputation of that newly appointed Celestial Master.
That was the Celestial Master, not some random nobody.
Ghost Face slammed his hand down heavily.
The courtyard instantly fell silent.
He looked around, a hint of amusement in his voice, "You are all correct. Under normal circumstances, every single one of us would just be offering ourselves up on a silver platter."
The crowd looked at each other in dismay.
"But what if..."
Ghost Face changed the subject, his voice dropping extremely low, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, "...what if that arrogant Celestial Master had his power sealed?"
The entire courtyard was dead silent for a moment before erupting into a buzz of discussion.
"Impossible!"
"How could the Celestial Master..."
"Ghost Face, are you trying to deceive us?"
Ghost Face ignored the crowd's doubts, letting them discuss until the voices gradually died down. Only then did he fiercely slam the table!
"Bang!"
All the noise abruptly stopped once more.
"To go or not to go, you choose for yourselves!" Ghost Face said coldly, "But let me make things clear upfront: if you lack the courage this time, then the supreme treasure of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Nine Heavens Divine Pill, will forever remain out of your reach!"
The words Nine Heavens Divine Pill seemed to carry some sort of magic.
The crowd, who had been harboring fear just a moment ago, instantly began breathing heavily.
Rays of greedy gazes pierced through the eyeholes of their masks, firmly nailed onto Ghost Face.
"That is not a pill meant for mortals to consume."
Ghost Face's voice was filled with bewitchment. "Why does Dragon Tiger Mountain have a powerful Celestial Master holding the fort in every generation? They rely entirely on it! In order to ensure that every generation's Celestial Master has enough power, they don't dare let the Celestial Master swallow it directly; they only dare let them inhale its pill aura!"
"Just the leaked pill aura alone can create a Celestial Master! Think about it, what kind of terrifying energy must the pill itself contain!"

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)