The two people shuffled their steps.
Zhen Hu entered the room, glanced at the row of cultivators at the door again, with his brows deeply furrowed, always feeling that Chen Xia was walking at the forefront of fashion.
He steadied his posture and said to Chen Xia in his mind: “The Great Sects Conference has been brought forward by ten years, starting after that.”
Chen Xia lifted his toes lightly, kicked up the overturned stool, and sat down on it, asking, “Why has it suddenly been brought forward?”
“It was Triumphant Mountain’s and some major sects’ idea.” Zhen Hu replied, glancing at Chen Xia again, and continuing, “You have to be careful now, I feel they may be targeting you.”
“I can see that.” Chen Xia nodded, propping up his head with one hand, and changed the topic, “Have you prepared the medicinal ingredients for refining the Cycle of Reincarnation Dan?”
“They should be just about ready, later on...” Zhen Hu replied.
“No ‘should bes’.” Chen Xia directly interrupted, “This is the only thing, I need a definite answer, and don't give me any mistakes.”
Zhen Hu was stunned for a moment, never having heard Chen Xia speak in such a serious tone before, and nodded, “Alright, I will handle it properly.”
Chen Xia nodded at this, and then asked, “We’ll gather at Starry Sky Pill Sect in ten years, right?”
“No need, I’ll have Bai Jie come to pick you up when the time comes.” Zhen Hu replied, and also said in his mind, “You have to be careful at that time, if Triumphant Mountain joins forces with other sects to make things difficult for you, there may be some trouble.”
“Mm.” Chen Xia nodded, with some subtle impatience in his eyes, not because of Zhen Hu, but because of the trouble Zhen Hu mentioned.
There was nothing more to say after that, and Zhen Hu got up to bid farewell.
“Awoo!”
A sudden, unexpected howl.
Zhen Hu turned to look, only to see a large yellow dog convulsing incessantly.
“It’s nothing, it’s just doing exercises, feeling excited.” Chen Xia explained.
Zhen Hu pursed his lips, feeling that this kind of art was still a bit beyond his comprehension, and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, “I’ll take my leave now.”
Chen Xia lightly nodded, not saying any words to keep him there, just a simple, “Goodbye.”
When Zhen Hu stepped out of the room, the row of cultivators at the door saw him off again.
“Farewell, Zhen Master, come again when you’re free.”
“Goodbye, Zhen Master, I won’t see you much further, wish you blessings as vast as the sea, and longevity greater than the mountains, may you live forever.”
“...”
Zhen Hu really couldn’t hold it in anymore, didn’t dare to look back, and quickly left.
Chen Xia tilted his head, took out a pill scripture, and started carefully reading through it again.
Zhang DaoMing walked out from the room, hands clasped behind him, wrinkled face frowning as he asked, “That was Zhen Hu, right?”
“Mm.” Chen Xia nodded, “Do you know him?”
“I recognize him, but he doesn't recognize me. When I was a child, Zhen Hu was already the successor of Starry Sky Pill Sect. At that time, he had the cultivation realm of Inverse Sea, and made a name for himself with his unparalleled mastery of lightning spells. His talent could also be ranked in the top twenty of the realms.”
“Although not quite top-tier, he was still a formidable figure. Even in Blue Sky Sword Sea, he should be able to hold an Elder position. Though of course, he still wouldn't compare to those at the Heaven Mending Realm.”
Zhang DaoMing recounted, a smile hanging from the corners of his mouth, and continued.
“It's quite funny when you think about it. When I was young, I already viewed people like Zhen Hu as my rivals, always thinking about how I would cross hands with them when I grew up in the future.”
“After growing up, I realized I was a fucking nobody, no one would even look at me properly.”
“Well, at least you fantasized about it back then.” Chen Xia consoled.
“That’s true.” Zhang DaoMing ha-ha laughed at that one line of comfort.
He turned to look at the row of cultivators on the wall again, “When are you planning to let them go?”
“In a few more years, they’ll leave with me then.” Chen Xia said.
“Noisy day in and day out.” Zhang DaoMing shook his head. “Everyday it’s just idle chatter, the color of the Fairy Li’s panties, which senior sister of Menshan Sect has the perkiest figure...”
Chen Xia shot him a glance, “You sure know how to grasp the key points.”
Zhang DaoMing shook his head, “Mainly because they go on about it so often.”
“Brother Zhang, how about a drink!”
“Brother Zhang, the herbs in your yard are wilting, want me to go fertilize them for you?”
The row of cultivators on the wall started calling out again.
They were quite cheerful, also partly because of Chen Xia.
Chen Xia really had just strung them up there, without beating or scolding them, just like he said, letting them watch their fill, and occasionally chatting with them.
But they were still very afraid of Chen Xia.
Because in Chen Xia’s gaze at them, there would occasionally be some indifference, and sometimes even inexplicable hostility.
At these times, the row of cultivators hung up would be frightened, always feeling as if they were being stared at by a vicious demon.
But oddly, Chen Xia wasn’t that kind of person!
They really couldn’t figure it out, and didn’t dare think too much about it, because remembering would bring fear.
Fortunately, every time hostility appeared, Chen Xia would give his head a knock, calling it physical therapy.
Seemed quite effective upon observation.
Zhang DaoMing went to water his medicinal fields, and as he turned, suddenly paused, gently saying in an aged voice.
“You’ve been tired recently, rest more, this isn’t like you.”
Chen Xia’s body quivered slightly, putting down the pill scripture in his hands, lightly nodding.
“Mm.”
Something wasn’t quite right with him.
Little Cinnabar Hall in the past.
The woman in white faced the vast ocean, expression unmoving, lifting her steps and walking straight towards the sea.
Four hundred years had passed.
She had moved mountains, but wanted to cross the sea.
Her footsteps held no hesitation at all, her skirt entering the water as she walked into the sea.
In the distance, waves rushed forth, seeming to want to swallow up her tiny figure.
Even further away, a figure suddenly shouted over.
The aged Little Cinnabar Hall Master anxiously yelled, “My lady, do you truly want to abandon Little Cinnabar Hall?!”
The white-clothed figure was half submerged in the sea, slowly turning back, her misty green eyes reflecting the sunset, carrying blurred rays of light. She did not speak, her voice coming out of nowhere.
“Four hundred years ago, he told me to ask the sea. Today, I’ve finally decided, I will get a one, two, three answer out of it.”
“But...but Little Cinnabar Hall cannot be without you!” The Little Cinnabar Hall Master lamented.
“No one is irreplaceable.” Qiu Yi replied plainly.
The sea had already submerged over half her body.
“Will you come back? Little Cinnabar Hall will always wait for you!” The Little Cinnabar Hall Master knelt on the ground, crying out.
Qiu Yi shook her head, expression tranquil.
“No need to wait for me, I’m going to ask the sea.”
After she finished her last words, she sank into the waters.
Twilight shone on the sea's surface.
Nothing whatsoever.
No one had ever been there, and no one knew who would walk far away.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
