[Ding! Detected disciple Murong Yanran breaking through to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, Sect Points +50]
[Ding! Detected disciple Murong Yanran breaking through to the seventh level of Qi Condensation, Sect Points +50]
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[Ding! Detected disciple Murong Yanran breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Sect Points +100]
[Ding! Detected disciple Murong Yanran's favorability increasing, Loyalty +3%]
A series of system notifications exploded in Lin Yan's mind.
Lin Yan's hand, holding the fishing rod, paused. He stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in wonder.
Good heavens, her loyalty had already hit 93%. This was an absolute die-hard fan.
As expected of a ruthless character who started with 80% loyalty. She had only been in the sect for half a day, yet she was already more loyal than Liu Ruyan, who had been with him the longest.
It seemed that his acting earlier, sacrificing ten thousand years of lifespan, was an absolute success.
At that moment, the wooden door of the Skill Transfer Pavilion slowly opened with a creak.
Murong Yanran walked out.
She looked like a completely different person from the anxious girl with an inferiority complex hidden in her eyes who had gone in.
Her plain white dress was enveloped in a faint azure halo of spiritual energy, and her hair fluttered without any wind. The loneliness between her brows had completely dissipated, replaced by a cold, water-like confidence.
Her aura, which had originally been at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, was now firmly stabilized at the early Foundation Establishment stage. A faint charm of the Great Dao of Water flowed around her.
Seeing Lin Yan fishing while leaning back in a recliner under the Dao Comprehension Tree not far away, Murong Yanran paused, then quickly walked over. She lifted the hem of her skirt and dropped to her knees with a thud, respectfully kowtowing three times.
"This disciple thanks Master for the great grace of imparting skills! I will never forget this kindness and virtue for all eternity!"
"Rise."
Lin Yan waved his hand, his tone remaining calm and breezy.
"You've just broken through to Foundation Establishment, and your foundation is not yet stable. Go and consolidate it well. The Aqua Mantra is profound and vast; comprehend it slowly, and do not rush for quick results."
"Yes! This disciple will strictly follow Master's teachings!"
Murong Yanran kowtowed once more before slowly rising and respectfully backing away.
Halfway there, she couldn't help but look back at the leisurely figure fishing under the Dao Comprehension Tree, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
If not for her master, she would still be a mocked, abandoned wife with no hope of ever making a name for herself in this life.
From now on, her master was her closest family, and her life belonged to him.
Watching Murong Yanran's back disappear into the Training Pavilion, Lin Yan stretched and set his fishing rod aside.
"Almost forgot, I still have a perk to draw."
Earlier, when Murong Yanran's loyalty broke through 90%, the system rewarded him with a chance to draw a Sect Master perk. He had been so focused on looking at the points that he almost forgot about it.
"Sys, draw the perk!" Lin Yan muttered in his heart.
[Ding! Drawing Sect Master perk...]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the perk: Clairvoyance!]
[Clairvoyance: The host can use his mind to observe any location between heaven and earth, ignoring distance, terrain, and array concealment. The field of vision grows exponentially with the host's cultivation level, with no upper limit.]
"Oh? Clairvoyance?"
Lin Yan's eyes lit up.
This was a good thing!
With a thought, he immediately activated the Clairvoyance perk.
In the next second, Lin Yan felt as if his vision had broken free from its restraints, violently extending into the distance.
One mile... three miles... five miles...
It wasn't until his vision reached ten miles away that it finally stopped.
Anything further was just a blur.
"I can only see ten miles away!"
Lin Yan frowned, but then he felt relieved.
With his current cultivation of over 200 years, he could only see ten miles.
Although it didn't reach the legendary thousand miles, it was enough for now.
Moreover...
The Shrinking the Earth to an Inch divine ability that the system had rewarded him with earlier had been left unused because he couldn't see the road conditions in the distance clearly. He was afraid of casually using it, lest he take a step and end up in some woman's boudoir like last time.
Now that he had Clairvoyance and could clearly see all the terrain within ten miles, didn't that mean he could travel ten miles in a single step when using Shrinking the Earth to an Inch?
"Not bad, not bad."
Lin Yan nodded in satisfaction.
...
Time hurried by, and the sun set in the west.
The golden afterglow sprinkled on the pavilions of Qingyun Mountain, coating the entire mountain forest in a warm halo.
The evening breeze, carrying the faint fragrance of lotus flowers, blew past the pond, rustling the leaves.
"Master!"
A crisp voice approached from a distance.
Liu Ruyan came skipping over, her small face flushed red.
She skillfully circled behind the recliner, placed her two small hands on Lin Yan's shoulders, and began to massage him with practiced movements.
"Master, I've already felt the bottleneck today. It won't be long before I can break through to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!"
The little girl's voice was full of pride.
"Impressive."
Lin Yan closed his eyes, enjoying the little girl's massage, and casually praised her.
As soon as he spoke, light footsteps sounded.
Zhao Xiangru walked over slowly, holding a white jade plate.
The plate was filled with freshly washed purple grapes, each one plump and crystal clear.
She squatted quietly by Lin Yan's left hand, picked up a grape with her slender fingers, gently peeled off the skin, and brought it to Lin Yan's lips.
"Master, have some grapes to quench your thirst."
Her voice was as gentle as water, and her movements were meticulous.
Lin Yan opened his mouth to catch it, the sweet juice melting in his mouth.
Comfortable.
Right at this moment, faint footsteps came from the direction of the Training Pavilion.
Murong Yanran had finished her first cultivation session and was preparing to pay her respects to her master.
As soon as she walked into the back garden and saw the scene before her, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and her brain completely short-circuited.
She saw her supreme, omnipotent master, who hadn't hesitated to expend ten thousand years of his lifespan to reforge her Dao body, sprawled out on a recliner.
A little girl who looked only twelve or thirteen was massaging his shoulders, and a beautiful woman was squatting beside him, peeling grapes for him.
The setting sun spilled over the three of them, creating an unbelievably cozy picture.
Master... this is...
Murong Yanran stood frozen in place, completely at a loss.
Had she come at a bad time?
Should she excuse herself first?
Just as she was struggling with whether to quietly back out, Lin Yan had already opened his eyes and waved at her.
"Yanran, come here."
Murong Yanran's heart tightened. She quickly walked forward and respectfully bowed. "This disciple greets Master."
"Mm."
Lin Yan nodded and introduced them with a smile. "This is your eldest senior sister, Liu Ruyan, and this is my maid, Zhao Xiangru."
Then he turned to the other two women and said, "Yan'er, Xiangru, this is my newly accepted third disciple today, Murong Yanran."
Hearing this, Liu Ruyan's eyes instantly lit up.
She quickly stopped her massaging hands, tried hard to straighten her small posture, lifted her chin slightly, and put on the dignified and steady appearance of an eldest senior sister.
One must know, Murong Yanran was a full four years older than her!
To be the senior sister of someone older than herself, this was too impressive!
Murong Yanran looked at the little girl before her, who was a head shorter but trying hard to act mature. Without the slightest neglect, she bowed respectfully.
"Yanran greets Eldest Senior Sister."
"Ah! No need for formalities, no need for formalities!"
Liu Ruyan quickly waved her hands, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
Zhao Xiangru also gave Murong Yanran a gentle smile and nodded in greeting.
After the introductions, Murong Yanran looked at Liu Ruyan, who was massaging their master's shoulders, and then at Zhao Xiangru, who was peeling grapes.
Since the Eldest Senior Sister was personally serving their master, how could she, the newly accepted third disciple, just stand around doing nothing?
Her eyes darted around. With keen tact, she walked over to Lin Yan's right side, crouched down, gently lifted his leg, and placed it on her lap.
Then, reaching out with her slender fingers, she carefully began to massage his calf.
"Master, let your disciple massage your legs for you."
Seeing this from the side, Liu Ruyan's small mouth instantly puckered into a pout.
Hmph!
Another one coming to steal her job!
She couldn't help but put a bit more strength into her hands, massaging with even greater vigor.
Lin Yan winced from her suddenly forceful kneading, yet he couldn't hold back his amusement.
He looked at Zhao Xiangru gently peeling grapes on his left, Liu Ruyan vigorously massaging his shoulders from behind, and Murong Yanran obediently rubbing his legs on his right.
The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it the unique, refreshing fragrance of the young women.
Three distinct scents, to be exact.
Lin Yan leaned back in his recliner and let out a sigh of pure comfort.
Ah, living a life like this...
He wouldn't trade it even to become an immortal!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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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?"
