She had thought that after losing the origin of her Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, the life force in her broken body would have long been extinguished. Even if she didn't die, she would be completely crippled.
However.
When she despairingly sank her divine sense into her dried-up dantian, her hollow eyes suddenly shrank to the extreme!
There was no exhaustion, nor were her meridians shattered.
In the abyss where her Exquisite Heart had originally grown, a miraculous spiritual seed radiating brilliant cyan and gold light had firmly taken root!
"Thump... thump..."
That Good Fortune Twin Seed beat steadily in her dantian like a powerful, newborn heart.
With every pulsation, an overwhelming, suffocating surge of botanical life force, mixed with the utmost masculine and rigid True Sun Fire, swept through her limbs and bones like floodwaters bursting from a dam.
"Ugh—"
Ye Shutong bit her lower lip hard, letting out a deeply suppressed groan.
A miracle was violently unfolding upon her physical body.
The ribs shattered when Ye Chen threw her, the internal organs torn by the icy sword qi, and even the skin over her heart pierced by the Spirit-Severing Spike...
Under that domineering, peerless vitality of good fortune, granulations sprouted, healed, and scabbed over at a visible rate, leaving not a single scar behind.
And that trace of True Sun Fire flowed upstream along her meridians.
It tyrannically incinerated the residual cold yin energy and stagnant blood in her body in an instant, turning into a scalding warm current that nourished her dried-up sea of qi.
"Boom!"
A spiritual energy fluctuation several times stronger than when she was at her peak erupted without warning from this delicate shell.
Mid-Foundation Establishment realm!
The terrifying elevating power of the Good Fortune Twin Seed had actually allowed her to forcefully cross the barrier of realms, temporarily boosting her combat prowess by a minor realm!
Ye Shutong was completely stunned.
The melted ice water clinging to her long eyelashes trembled madly along with her violently heaving chest.
It was not just her cultivation.
Her sea of consciousness, which should have fallen into qi deviation due to the collapse of her beliefs and extreme despair, was now firmly suppressed by the miniature secondary dantian formed by that spiritual seed.
An extremely cool, domineering soul-soothing power forcefully smoothed out all her hostile energy that was on the verge of collapse.
Her despair was snuffed out, replaced by an extremely calm, purely distilled killing intent.
Ye Shutong lifted her beautiful, cold, pale face, stained with mud and water, and stared fixedly at the tall, demon-god-like figure in a gray robe with his back facing her.
Shock, like a nine-heaven thunderbolt, completely cleaved open her riddled heart.
He had taken away her innate Dao foundation, yet backhandedly bestowed upon her a great fortune!
Ye Chen had used more than ten years of hypocritical warmth just to squeeze out her last drop of blood and turn her into a cold corpse.
But this ruthless man before her, whose name she didn't even know...
Had violently stripped her of everything, yet planted an active volcano in her dantian capable of tearing her enemies to shreds!
What was this? Absolute control? Or high-and-mighty charity?
Ye Shutong did not know.
But that domineering aura belonging to Gu Yang, spreading from the depths of the Twin Seed, had been completely branded into the deepest part of her soul.
A sense of submission mixed with extreme awe and trembling instantly wrapped around every single one of her nerves like a poisonous vine.
She suddenly flipped over and prostrated herself in the freezing mud.
"Thank you, Senior... for bestowing the Dao."
...
At the end of the Thousand Wall Stone Forest, the teeth-aching sound of clashing metal abruptly ceased.
In its place was a massive lake tightly locked in the center by several treacherous snowy mountains.
The Sunken Water Cold Pool.
The water surface was as calm as a giant, dark blue bronze mirror. Large clusters of bone-chilling white frost mist crawled slowly across the water.
There was no wind in the air, but the extreme cold that could instantly freeze a cultivator's blood was like countless invisible steel needles, stubbornly drilling into the crevices of their bones through their pores.
On the shallow shoals by the lake, hundreds of disheveled cultivators had already gathered.
The lucky chances lay in the inner region on the opposite shore, but this seemingly beautiful cold pool was a veritable gate of hell.
"Mere cold qi wants to block my True Sun Sect's Dao?!"
A true disciple of the True Sun Sect wearing a crimson dharma robe sneered. Relying on the protective true fire within his body, he stepped onto a flying sword blazing with flames and arrogantly soared into the air, attempting to force his way across.
However.
He had barely flown three zhang from the shore.
"Buzz—"
The no-fly grand formation above the cold pool activated without warning. A terrifying gravity, almost tangible and mixed with an extreme cold capable of freezing the divine soul, instantly grabbed him like an invisible giant hand.
"Crack!"
That blazing supreme-grade flying sword couldn't even last half a breath before shattering into ice dregs.
Before the true disciple could even let out a scream, his entire body was frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture in midair.
With a plop, he smashed into the dark blue lake water and sank without a trace, not even a single bubble rising to the surface.
The shore instantly fell dead silent.
Several rogue cultivators who refused to believe in the danger exchanged glances. Gritting their teeth, they brought out a fire-attribute spirit boat bought with the majority of their life savings.
The hull was engraved with water-repelling and cold-resisting array patterns. As soon as it entered the water, it pushed aside the thick ice and sped forward.
But they had miscalculated the killing intent at the bottom of the Sunken Water Cold Pool.
"Swoosh—!"
Beneath the lake's surface, dozens of invisible sword qi condensed from the extremely cold pool water shot up from below like venomous snakes, silently piercing through the bottom of the spirit boat!
"My legs! My legs have no feeling!"
A rogue cultivator screamed miserably. The moment the cold water piercing the deck touched his legs, it directly froze his flesh and blood to the deck.
The spirit boat leaked and rapidly sank.
The three rogue cultivators could only watch helplessly as the dark blue, bone-chilling pool water rose over their chests and throats.
Their miserable screams echoed over the lake for just a few breaths before turning into a scalp-numbing dead silence.
It got even worse.
A body cultivator, relying on his dragon-like vitality, attempted to jump across the giant floating ice floes on the lake.
Just as he leaped into midair, a dark blue water column lurking beneath the broken ice whipped out like a tentacle, violently wrapping around his waist and abdomen.
"Ah—!"
With just a single tug, the protective astral qi the body cultivator was so proud of shattered like paper.
The scalding blood was frozen into red ice beads the moment it sprayed out. Large chunks of flesh and blood were directly shaved off his skeleton by the water current. With a splash, a complete white skeleton smashed through the ice surface and was buried in the bellies of the fish.
The hundreds of cultivators were deterred by this tragic scene, and for a time, no one dared to take another step forward.
Gu Yang, wearing coarse gray hemp garments, blended into the shadow of a giant weathered rock on the shore like a breathless stone.
His deep black eyes held not a shred of pity for those who died so tragically.
His gaze pierced through the churning white frost mist and landed precisely on a few familiar faces at the edge of the crowd.
Mo Bufan.
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!
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?!
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?"
