In the sea of consciousness, the dark pupils instantly surged with fury!
"You should shut up now."
A hoarse voice rang out.
In an instant!
Black mist swirled around Lu Caiwei's body, carrying a terrifying aura of bloodlust. It immediately caused the somewhat deranged woman to writhe in agony, twisting and rolling on the icy surface.
Lu Caiwei seethed with resentment but dared not act too recklessly. She gritted her teeth and spat coldly,
"I was defeated by that bitch with a longsword. My demonic blade was shattered on the spot, and my spirit suffered heavy damage. That’s the truth."
The demonic voice wavered in disbelief.
"How could this be…"
After a few breaths, the demonic voice slowly echoed again.
"Your spirit is indeed severely wounded. It seems another enemy has obtained extraordinary treasures. The Southern Li Celestial Domain seems to have some noteworthy figures—this is beyond my expectations."
"Time waits for no one. For now, focus on recovering. Once your cultivation improves, act swiftly for the great cause of our demonic race…"
Lu Caiwei, repeatedly humiliated, was far from willing.
Recover and work for the demonic race’s great cause?
What nonsense!
If she couldn’t even defeat two worthless women, what future prospects could there be?
She had truly been fooled by this damned thing!
Not to mention that sword, even Qing Yinxianyun’s gloves were far more formidable than the inheritance she had received. A sense of wasted potential gnawed at her, and her resentment grew even fiercer.
Though she remained silent, her thoughts were laid bare.
The black mist seeped toward her again.
Lu Caiwei paled in fear, but suddenly, an indescribable warmth spread through her body, soothing her pain completely.
In the blink of an eye, she had fully recovered!
Not only that, her shattered sword had been reforged!
Even more astonishing, her cultivation had more than doubled compared to before. Such power was terrifying—as if a Heaven-tier expert could be created effortlessly!
Sensing this extraordinary transformation, Lu Caiwei’s eyes flickered with wary astonishment.
In the sea of consciousness, the imposing demonic voice resonated slowly.
"Humans often say, one defeat does not define a hero."
"You possess exceptional talent and have inherited the legacy of our demonic race. Given time, you will undoubtedly achieve greatness. But your vision is narrow, always impatient for revenge. If you cultivate with patience and focus, it won’t be long before you exact your vengeance!"
"Once you fulfill the great cause of our demonic race, trampling the entire Lan Star beneath your feet will be effortless! If not… well, you’ve already experienced my methods. Moreover, you’ve offended two major celestial sects and have no place left in the Southern Li Celestial Domain."
"To achieve greatness, you must broaden your perspective and ambition. You’re a smart woman. The choice should be clear without further explanation."
The words carried profound weight, leaving her with little choice.
Lu Caiwei’s expression gradually darkened with complexity. Her initial rage and resentment began to dissipate under the carrot-and-stick approach, replaced by swelling greed and ambition.
Recalling her recent string of failures, she knew there was no other path—only to plunge deeper into darkness.
A ruthless glint of ambition flickered in her eyes, far more terrifying than her previous blind hatred.
"Fine!"
"I’ll expand my vision and devote myself to cultivation!"
"But you must give me absolute support. And when I fulfill the demonic race’s wishes, I’ll have additional conditions!"
The demonic voice in her mind laughed, dripping with temptation.
"Kekeke…"
"Everything… as you wish."
Lu Caiwei was overjoyed, surprised the demonic voice had agreed so readily.
She quickly regrouped, sheathing her demonic sword and stepping into the cave. A sinister light of anticipation gleamed in her eyes. Though surrounded by utter darkness, she felt no fear or chill—only comfort.
Settling deep within the shadows, Lu Caiwei’s gaze burned with anticipation.
"Once my cultivation reaches its peak, I’ll wash away every humiliation!"
"Those two bitches, their sects, and the so-called experts backing them—I’ll crush them all beneath my feet, make them weep and beg!"
"Hahaha…"
Her laughter echoed endlessly as the dark cave brimmed with overwhelming malice!
Far beyond the boundless clouds…
Amidst the vast sea of stars…
Yi Feng, riding lazily on his slow-moving steed, suddenly sneezed!
"Achoo!!!"

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.”

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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?"

【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.)