Let's rewind the time to half an incense stick's time ago.
The world was vast, and the bright moon was boundless.
Five silhouettes flew silently above the desert, heading towards the direction of the Qingxuan Sect's flying ship.
No one spoke a word.
Qin Ke'er carefully glanced at Mu Yunxi.
At this moment, her face had already recovered its original appearance, and she had even changed into a new set of clothes. Fluttering in the wind with an ethereal aura, how could one see even a trace of the miserable state of being beaten into a bloody pulp by Bingxuanzi earlier?
"Master, are you alright?" Qin Ke'er asked in a low voice.
"I'm fine."
Mu Yunxi's gaze remained fixed on the horizon ahead. Her voice betrayed neither joy nor anger, but the suppressed fury made the surrounding air drop a few degrees.
It was one thing to fail to snatch the spiritual fire.
But to be beaten so miserably by a sealed old geezer... She dared say she had never been in such a sorry state in her entire life. Furthermore, it happened in front of so many people, right in front of her own disciples. Being punched in the face over and over, flesh flying and teeth shattering—it was an absolute humiliation.
Who wouldn't be filled with pent-up anger?
If it was only that, it would have been fine.
The most important thing was being played by Bingxuanzi's self-destruction. It was one thing not to find him after coming out.
But the entire city of snake-people was in a deep slumber.
At a glance, it was obvious that someone had taken advantage of their massive battle to sneak into the holy city and steal the spiritual fire.
Based on the aura left at the scene.
She could conclude that it was that little thief!
He had completely faked his death and played everyone for fools. No wonder that old geezer Bingxuanzi fought desperately to stop them; he was covering for that little thief right from the start!
"A piece of trash who only knows how to play dirty tricks!"
Mu Yunxi gritted her silver teeth, her gaze filled with hatred.
It was no wonder that a person who only used such underhanded methods would cause the destruction of the Qingxuan Sect in her previous life.
If it weren't for Wu Tianxing and Master Mochen, those two old foxes, fleeing immediately, leaving her alone and not daring to face Medusa in her prime, she would have dug three feet into the ground to unearth that little thief!
Now look at this.
She didn't get the spiritual fire.
She didn't kill the person she wanted to kill.
She even suffered a beating for nothing and lost all her face. The more Mu Yunxi thought about it, the angrier she got, veins bulging on her forehead. But unable to vent due to her dignity, she could only sulk alone, exuding an aura that warned strangers to stay away.
An oppressive atmosphere spread among the five people.
Qin Ke'er shrank her neck in fear. Affected by this chaotic battle, she hadn't noticed that Ye Shu wasn't dead.
Originally, she wanted to ask about Sister Qingli.
After all, even if they didn't snatch the spiritual fire.
They should at least rescue Sister Qingli, right?
But looking at her master's appearance, she feared her master had long forgotten Sister Qingli to the back of her mind.
"Sister Qingli, you'll have to suffer a bit first."
Qin Ke'er secretly swore in her heart.
"Once I return to the flying ship and Master's anger subsides, even if I have to sink the snake-people city, I will rescue you!"
Her eyes were firm as she clenched her fists.
On the other side, Su Xiao kept his head down, his cheeks taut, without saying a word. It wasn't out of sorrow, but because if he didn't keep a straight face, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter.
Who would understand?
He originally thought the male protagonist was dead, and he was in despair.
As a result, the system suddenly announced a sentence.
[Task successfully completed.]
What did this mean? It meant the male protagonist not only didn't die, but he also conveniently stole the strange fire, playing everyone for fools.
He himself managed to pass the plot just by lying down.
Was there anything more satisfying than this?
Su Xiao was inwardly thrilled, but the system was about to go mad with anger. It had laid down an inescapable net, only to be outsmarted by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"Damned Heavenly Dao!"
A trace of coldness flashed through the system's eyes. Its gaze pierced through the void, looking directly at Lin Qingxue on the distant flying ship, sneering repeatedly. "You were lucky before, but since you've thrown yourself into the net, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The group flew in silence for a long time.
Until the outline of the flying ship in the distance became clearer and clearer.
Mu Yunxi led the group to land on the deck. As soon as she touched down, her brows furrowed tightly.
The aura of the Azure Lotus Heavenly Fire... is it... that little thief?
Why would he be on the flying ship?
Wait.
Mu Yunxi released her divine sense and carefully felt it.
Sure enough, there were other people's auras, mottled and messy, but there was one aura she couldn't be more familiar with.
Lin Qingxue!
After returning from the Magical Beast Mountain Range, she was bewitched by that little thief and even spoke up for him.
She didn't expect that now she would actually follow them and hide that little thief on the flying ship. Did she not know that that guy would bring disaster to the sect?!
Unfilial disciple!
Mu Yunxi's expression gradually darkened, and the surrounding air dropped a few degrees.
"Master?" Zheng Yunshu spoke cautiously.
"Where is Lin Qingxue?"
Mu Yunxi didn't answer, but coldly stared at the disciple on duty nearby and asked.
The disciple on duty trembled all over and quickly said:
"She... she was just here, and then suddenly disappeared."
As soon as the words fell.
Mu Yunxi's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
In the next second, she had already appeared below the deck of the flying ship, in front of an independent courtyard.
Her eyes were cold as she took a large stride forward.
At the same time—
In the boundless desert in the distance, the exchange of blows between Feng Wuwang and the hooded old man had already passed the second move.
At this moment, Feng Wuwang's face was pale, half of his body was mangled and bloody, and his snow-white robe was mostly dyed red with blood. He looked extremely wretched.
Feng Wuwang looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes filled with horror.
He couldn't figure it out.
Both were in the early stage of the Void Return Realm, how could the gap be so huge?
Just now, he had used all his methods, throwing out various magical treasures as if they cost nothing. As a result, this old man acted as if they didn't exist, passing straight through all his attacks, and with a light push, almost took his life.
He seriously suspected that if the other party didn't want to play a little longer, he wouldn't have been able to last until the third move at all.
"Have you rested enough?"
The old man's gaze was indifferent as he stretched out his third finger.
"The third move."
As soon as his words fell, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, appearing in front of Feng Wuwang again, and lightly pushed out a palm.
Like this again!
Like this again!
Feng Wuwang's eyes felt like they were going to split open. This was already the third move, but the other party hadn't even changed his moves. He couldn't even understand what methods the other party was using.
Time seemed to slow down countless times at this moment.
Feng Wuwang stared fixedly at that aged palm, watching the center of the palm get closer and closer to his chest, his eyes full of despair.
My life is over!
However, just when he was in complete despair.
The old man's palm paused imperceptibly. It was this slight pause that allowed Feng Wuwang to use all his strength to lean to the side, barely avoiding his heart meridian.
Boom!!!
The palm wind brushed past his lower body, blasting his abdomen and everything below it, along with the desert behind him, to pieces.
"Argh!!!!"
A blood mist filled the air, and Feng Wuwang let out a heart-wrenching scream. His whole body flew backward. With this blow, he feared it would be difficult to recover without decades of bitter cultivation.
But he gasped for air heavily, a trace of relief of surviving a disaster flashing in his eyes.
I... I survived.
He raised his head, but the old man had already vanished without a trace. Only a faint voice lingered in the air.
"I shall spare your life for now, and claim it another day."
...........
Knock, knock, knock...
Mu Yunxi stood before the small cabin. She had barely raised her hand to knock on the door when a dark silhouette appeared silently behind her.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?"
