...
Half an hour later, after several rounds of drinks.
Qin Ning stood up and walked into the courtyard. Under the gazes of Elder Zeng, Elder Liu, and the others, he leaped up, and his entire body instantly vanished from where he stood.
Meanwhile.
Country Y.
Around a certain castle, a large number of heavily armed soldiers had completely surrounded the area. They were on full alert around the clock, and no one was allowed to enter or leave freely.
Inside the castle, Richard's son, Richard Jr., was eating lunch.
They had been besieged in their home for three days. All mobile phone signals were blocked, making it impossible to communicate with the outside world.
"Is there any news about my father?"
After taking a couple of bites, Richard Jr. put down his cutlery and asked the butler beside him.
"Young Master, ever since the master was taken away by them, we haven't received any news, and we absolutely cannot contact the outside world," the butler said.
Hearing this, Richard Jr.'s expression turned somewhat ugly. "Our York family has a history of nearly a thousand years, and we have never been treated like this. It's simply a disgrace! What exactly do the higher-ups want to do? Are they really going to wipe out our family completely?"
"It might be because the master had been traveling frequently to Huaxia recently and made massive investments there, which dissatisfied the higher-ups. Now that the master has been captured by them, the only one we can rely on is that lord from Huaxia. I hope he has a way to help our York family," the old butler said.
Richard Jr., however, sighed. "Although I rarely heard my father mention that lord and don't know exactly how capable he is, given the current situation, I'm afraid even he is powerless. Look out the window."
A large number of heavily armed soldiers, and even several armored vehicles were parked there. In Richard Jr.'s eyes, this situation was simply beyond salvation.
This time, their York family was truly doomed.
"Young Master, you shouldn't be too pessimistic. I believe that lord from Huaxia might not be without a solution. Didn't you see the changes in the master after he returned from his trip to Huaxia this time? A few days ago, a soldier fired a gun at him, yet failed to kill him."
The old butler had served the York family for many years and trusted Richard deeply. If that lord from Huaxia didn't truly possess astonishing methods, the master would absolutely not have traveled back and forth so frequently a while ago.
However, trust was one thing; he genuinely couldn't fathom how that lord could save their York family under the current circumstances.
In the face of a dense mass of gun barrels and armored vehicles, I'm afraid whoever came would be of no use, right?
"Wasn't it because my father was wearing a bulletproof vest?" Richard Jr. asked.
The old butler shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Are you saying that my father caught the bullet entirely with his bare body?"
Richard Jr. laughed out of anger. "Even if you want to make up some lies to comfort me, you don't need to make them so outrageous, do you? Could such a thing actually happen in this world?"
Although he also felt that the lord from Huaxia might indeed have some skills, and his father probably learned something while being by his side, the idea of bullets not being able to penetrate the body was, in Richard Jr.'s view, utter nonsense.
"Buzz!"
And just as his voice faded, the space inside the dining room trembled slightly.
A young figure appeared out of thin air right in front of them.
"Who is it?"
Richard Jr. was immediately startled and shielded the old butler behind him.
"Are you... Young Master Qin? That lord from Huaxia?"
The old butler was the first to react. Seeing Qin Ning's Oriental face, he seemed to associate it with something, and joy instantly appeared on his face.
"It's me."
Qin Ning nodded gently, then pulled out a chair and sat down. "Tell me, what exactly is the situation."
Richard Jr. and the old butler exchanged a glance, feeling exceptionally shocked in their hearts.
They simply couldn't figure out how Qin Ning had arrived here.
He had appeared out of thin air right in front of them.
Is this even human?
After swallowing hard, Richard Jr. proceeded to explain everything in detail.
"Where did they take Richard?" Qin Ning asked.
The old butler shook his head. "We don't know either. This place has been locked down, and all signals are blocked. We simply cannot make contact with the outside world."
"Lord, how did you get in just now?" Richard Jr. really couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked.
Qin Ning smiled faintly. "I just came in like this."
Like what?
Richard Jr. and the old butler were completely baffled.
In their understanding, Qin Ning must possess an extremely high-level movement technique, with a speed so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly. Otherwise, there was no reason he could evade the patrols outside.
"Who's there? Put your hands up!"
Just then, outside the dining room door, two armed soldiers seemed to have heard the commotion and rushed in.
Seeing that an extra person had inexplicably appeared in the dining room, they immediately aimed their dark gun barrels at Qin Ning.
"Bang!"
However, Qin Ning only snorted coldly and raised his eyes to glance at them.
The next moment, the bodies of these two soldiers instantly exploded into a mist of blood. Their bodies and souls were completely destroyed right on the spot.
Witnessing such a scene with their own eyes, Richard Jr. and the old butler were instantly horrified.
They didn't understand at all what Qin Ning had done.
He killed two people with just a look?
How is this possible?
Could his eyes shoot laser beams like Superman?
But they didn't seem to notice anything unusual just now.
Those two people just died inexplicably, and not even their bones remained!
"Swoosh!"
While the two were still in shock, they saw Qin Ning leap up. When he reappeared, he was already in mid-air outside the window, floating there out of thin air, like a god descending from the heavens.
"My God!"
"No! It's an Eastern deity!"
Richard Jr. and the old butler were so frightened that they fell to their knees directly, while their faces were filled with excitement.
Because they understood that with the help of a figure like Qin Ning, the York family's crisis could definitely be resolved with ease.
Up to now, they finally knew why Richard had frequently traveled to Huaxia.
It turned out that the ancient Eastern powerhouse truly had deities in existence!
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Immediately after, a series of muffled sounds reached their ears.
Richard Jr. and the old butler witnessed the entire process from the window.
Under their incredulous gazes, they saw Qin Ning standing in thin air. He gently raised his hand, and instantly, all the soldiers surrounding the castle outside turned into a mist of blood, their bodies and souls completely obliterated on the spot.
Even the heavy armored vehicles were directly flattened into thin sheets of iron by a slap from Qin Ning out of thin air.

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?"

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?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”