Gu Yang slowly opened his eyes.
A streak of black-gold fire flashed deep within his pupils.
He raised his hand, having devoured two incomplete portions of the Nine Nethers Soul-Locking Flame, and looked at the small cluster of dancing flames at his fingertips. It looked much more restrained than before.
After dealing with the spoils of war, Gu Yang concealed his aura and was just about to turn and leave.
Suddenly, his footsteps halted.
On this dead, silent floating platform, there was still the sound of breathing.
Rapid, suppressed, and trembling.
Gu Yang frowned slightly, turned his head, and looked at a corner not far away.
There lay the Ugly Slave who had been casually swatted away by Lin Junchang.
She wasn't dead yet?
Gu Yang, holding the hem of his robe that was still dripping with blood, walked step by step toward that corner.
With every step he took, the rocks beneath his feet let out a teeth-grating cracking sound.
He walked up to the figure and looked down at her from above.
Wave after wave of spiritual energy impacts had actually washed away the thick layer of disguise on her face completely clean.
"Hmm?"
The sight before him caused even his rock-solid heart to slightly falter.
How was this some nauseating ugly monster?
Beneath that mottled, peeling disguise, a stunningly beautiful face that could pale the world was revealed.
Her skin was white as snow, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains painted with dark ink.
Even though blood trailed from the corner of her mouth and her hair clung messily to her cheeks, it could not conceal the coldness and nobility carved into her very bones.
Brows like distant mountains painted with ink, skin like the first snow of Kunlun.
Especially the ultimate, smooth line of her jawline and that slender, fragile neck, it seemed as if a gentle snap would produce the most beautiful shattering sound in the world.
That kind of beauty was not the superficial, fleshly temptation of the demonesses from the Joyous Sect, but a sword.
A newly unsheathed, chillingly bright, and untouchable immortal sword.
Gu Yang recognized this face.
The Saintess of the Supreme Sword Sect, the Ice Soul Sword Immortal — Ji Shuanghua.
Gu Yang's face darkened as he immediately recalled several pieces of intelligence regarding Ji Shuanghua.
So that was it.
So that was it.
No wonder she had been following him, no wonder she had done those strange things.
If it was her, then everything made sense.
That sword beauty in the Biluo Secret Realm whom he had thrown into a mud puddle like trash, who, instead of drawing her sword to kill him, had awakened some strange attribute...
"Ugh..."
Ji Shuanghua, who was on the ground, seemed to sense that oppressive gaze.
She struggled to prop up her upper body. Her previously unfocused pupils instantly focused the moment she saw Gu Yang's face clearly.
Even though the current Gu Yang still wore that unremarkable, scar-faced visage of Li Feiyu.
But in Ji Shuanghua's eyes, that face seemed to be glowing.
He recognized me.
He knows who I am, but he still looks at me with that gaze meant for trash.
"Ha... Daoist... Daoist Li..."
Ji Shuanghua's voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a hint of uncontrollable panting.
She tremblingly reached out her hand, her fingertips stained with mud, wanting to touch the vamp of Gu Yang's shoe, but stopped half an inch away, as if it were some sacred and inviolable totem.
"You also think I'm very cheap, don't you?"
She suddenly smiled.
Desolate, broken, yet carrying a bizarre sense of liberation.
"In the sect, they all call me the Ice Soul Fairy. Master said I was born a seed to cultivate the Supreme Dao of Forgetting Emotions. They placed me on a pedestal, not even daring to speak loudly to me."
Ji Shuanghua's body trembled violently, a sickly blush surfacing on her face, as if she were savoring some ultimate delicacy.
"But... it was all too fake."
"That cautious reverence, that hypocritical courtesy... it suffocated me!"
She suddenly shifted forward a few inches, her knees scraping bloody trails on the rough rock, yet she remained completely oblivious.
"Only you..."
She looked up at Gu Yang's cold scarred face, her eyes fanatical to the point of reverence.
"In the Biluo Secret Realm, you threw me into a mud pit like garbage."
"The way you looked at me had no desire, no fawning, only pure... disgust."
"Just now, you didn't hesitate at all, kicking me away."
"It hurts... it really hurts..."
Tears slipped from the corners of Ji Shuanghua's eyes, dropping into the dust, yet the corners of her mouth curled into a satisfied arc.
"But in that instant, I heard it! I heard that damned bottleneck inside me shatter!"
Ji Shuanghua fiercely tore open her already tattered collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white but mud-stained skin, pointing at her heart:
"Here, it cleared."
"The so-called Supreme Dao of Forgetting Emotions is not about severing feelings and abandoning love at all!"
"It is about admitting to myself that only by being conquered by absolute power will my sword... sing!"
Clang — !
As if to verify her words.
Although the black iron heavy sword in her hand was shattered, a chilling sword intent to the extreme unexpectedly used her body as a sword embryo and soared into the sky!
In that sword intent, the former ethereal vastness was gone.
Replacing it was an obstinate, reckless madness.
"This is, this is the Dao I want to pursue!"
She suddenly prostrated herself, her forehead heavily knocking against the rock by Gu Yang's feet, letting out a muffled thump.
Blood flowed down her smooth forehead, past the high bridge of her nose, and dripped onto the tip of Gu Yang's shoe.
"Daoist Li... I beg you..."
"Take me away."
Ji Shuanghua's voice was humble to the dust, carrying a heart-palpitating tremble:
"I don't need a status, I don't need resources, I don't even need you to treat me as a human."
"As long as I can stay by your side and feel this 'reality' of being crushed by absolute power... even if I die, I will gladly endure it!"
Deathly silence.
On the Crimson Flame Floating Platform, there was only the bubbling sound of churning magma.
Gu Yang looked at this completely broken beauty of the Eastern Region at his feet.
If it were that hypocrite Ye Guhong, he would probably be wild with joy right now, helping her up while spouting morality and righteousness, all while calculating in his heart how to completely devour this top-tier cultivation cauldron.
But Gu Yang merely frowned.
I have an intelligence system and bear many great secrets.
Having a follower would only get in the way.
Besides, my strength is still weak right now; being clung to by this femme fatale would bring who knows how much trouble.
No.
Absolutely not.
I have to make her get lost.
"Are you done talking?"
Gu Yang spoke indifferently.
Ji Shuanghua raised her head, her eyes full of hope.
"You seem to have misunderstood one thing."
Gu Yang squatted down.
This movement made Ji Shuanghua tremble all over, thinking Gu Yang was going to accept her.
However.
Gu Yang merely extended a single finger, pressing it against her glabella with disgust, forcefully pushing away the face she was trying to lean in.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?"
