Father and son froze mid-air as if struck by lightning. Their faces turned deathly pale, eyes bulging in shock.
Though Xiao Zhan and Fang Zaowu on the flying vessel didn’t glance their way, the duo’s expressions twisted in terror. Their recently mustered courage evaporated like smoke, leaving them trembling in mid-air.
Why did they have to run into these two experts again?
And to make matters worse, both of them appeared together—what cursed luck!
Too petrified to move, their minds buzzed with panic.
But their flashy entrance had already drawn attention. Even amid the ongoing battlefield clashes, several gazes from the ground locked onto them.
Within moments, over a dozen people had noticed their presence.
At this rate, it wouldn’t take long before the two experts spotted them.
Xiong Zhong’s face cycled between green and red, his voice quivering as he transmitted a message.
"Father! What do we do?!"
"If this keeps up, those experts will recognize us! We already crossed paths with them before—if we stumble into their sights now, we’re done for!!!"
Cold sweat beaded on Xiong Fen’s temples, his expression taut with tension.
"Stay calm, stay calm! Let me think!"
His trembling eyes darted across the battlefield. The flat terrain offered no cover—no boulders, no hiding spots—just an open plain swarming with demonic beasts and native warriors.
Fighting two experts head-on was suicide.
Fleeing? They’d never outrun them.
Trapped between a rock and a hard place, Xiong Fen’s face grew paler by the second.
More eyes and spiritual senses locked onto them from below, ratcheting up the pressure. Sweat slicked his palms.
Not even facing the Moon God Pavilion’s master had rattled him this badly.
As the scrutiny intensified, the two experts were moments away from noticing them.
Xiong Fen’s anxiety spiked to desperation.
In that critical moment, his frantic gaze swept the battlefield—until it landed on a massive demonic beast. A spark of inspiration lit his eyes.
"Got it!"
"These people are fighting the demonic horde. We’ll blend in and pretend we’re part of their forces!"
Xiong Zhong blinked, skepticism flashing in his eyes.
Seriously? That could work?
Before he could react, his father shot toward the ground, charging at a demonic beast while shouting familiarly to nearby warriors.
"Attack!"
"Brothers, leave this one to me!"
The warriors gave him a brief glance, nodded, and turned to engage other beasts.
No one paid them further attention.
The battlefield churned with blood mist and deafening clashes, the chaos blurring distinctions beyond human and demon.
It… actually worked?
Smooth beyond expectation, Xiong Zhong’s eyes gleamed.
Mimicking his father, he blended into the fray, swiftly cutting down a towering demon.
True enough.
No one spared him a second glance, as if his presence had never been questioned.
Heart pounding with relief, Xiong Zhong edged closer to his father.
"Father! You’re truly a master of strategy!"
His whispered praise carried genuine admiration, stars of reverence flickering in his eyes.
Though partly flattery, the sentiment was sincere.
From spotting the crisis to flawlessly defusing it in mere moments—conceiving such a plan and executing it without a hitch—the skill required was staggering.
His father’s seamless integration into the battle, so natural it bordered on artistry, showcased instincts and wit few could match.
That alone was a lesson Xiong Zhong could spend half a lifetime mastering.
Hearing his son’s message, Xiong Fen casually obliterated another demon with a palm strike, smirking as he replied.
"Heh, who do you think your old man is?"
"I’ve been renowned for millennia and served as a Moon God Pavilion elder for centuries. My cultivation might lag a hair, but when it comes to wits and perception, no one surpasses me!"
"Son, you’ve got much to learn. Watch and absorb."
"Our past misfortunes were merely trials. Once we seize that divine weapon, this journey will have been worth it!"
Xiong Zhong’s confidence surged, his reverence deepening.
"Yes, I’ll heed your teachings!"
After their exchange, father and son moved in perfect sync, displaying just enough prowess to blend in. Soon, they fought alongside three others as if they’d always belonged.
The demonic horde had already scattered, leaving only weaker stragglers.
Within an incense stick’s time, the remnants were eradicated.
The skirmish ended without incident—a one-sided slaughter. The squad regrouped, and Xiao Zhan tallied the spoils, directing laborers to haul demon corpses onto the flying vessel.
His crew consisted of Dark Shadow Island laborers, their cultivation far from formidable.
Despite the weakened foes, Xiao Zhan maintained a stern demeanor, scanning the group with concern.
"Brothers, is everyone accounted for? Any casualties?"
Voices rose in confirmation as heads turned, confirming no human losses.
"Reporting, sir—all present!"
"No casualties!"
"Decent haul this time, and no real danger. Another merit for Dark Shadow Island, haha!"
The laborers’ faces glowed with gratitude and excitement.
None noticed the two unfamiliar faces among them. Since the team was assembled from various departments, new faces weren’t unusual.
Coupled with Dark Shadow Island’s frequent dispatch of laborers for material gathering, the Xiong duo’s presence raised no alarms.
Relieved, Xiong Zhong exhaled silently, shooting his father an awed look.
"Phew…"
"Father, your blending tactic was brilliant!"
"From the looks of it, they’re heading to Dark Shadow Island. Should we slip away soon?"
Xiong Fen’s sidelong glance carried a knowing smirk.
"Son, you’re still too green."
Too green again?
Xiong Zhong’s eyes widened, but his father’s tone turned grave.
"Blending in was step one, forced by circumstance. Our luck’s improved—those experts didn’t spot us. But if we bolt now, we’ll alert them both!"
"Fleeing seems logical, but the risk is immense."
So that’s how it was…
His oversight was glaring. Thank the heavens for his father’s presence—otherwise, disaster loomed.
Xiong Zhong paled, shaken by the near-miss.
"Then… what’s your plan, Father?"
Hearing his son’s humbler, more reverent tone, Xiong Fen’s eyes warmed with approval.
"Good. You’re learning."
"Our best move is to play along. Return with them and find an opening later. Those experts’ abodes must be extraordinary—their Dark Shadow Island surely harbors rare treasures."
"This is our chance, son. Fortune favors us at last!"
Xiong Zhong’s head snapped up, eyes alight with awe.
While he’d only thought of escape, his father had plotted far ahead—not just an exit, but a scheme to exploit the experts’ resources.
The gap between their foresight was staggering.
Overwhelmed by admiration, Xiong Zhong’s heart swelled with anticipation.
"Father’s vision is peerless. This son is enlightened!"
Xiong Fen smiled faintly, his face radiating wisdom.
"Heh, this is what we call experience. With my guidance and the blessings of the celestial soldiers, your return to Lanxing will surely transform you into a new man!"
Father and son exchanged knowing glances, quickly regaining their composure.
Blending into the long line of laborers, they boarded the flying vessel and sped toward the so-called Dark Shadow Island!

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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.”

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

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?"