The sky.
Snowflakes gradually drifted down.
The ground was covered with a thick layer, everywhere was a stretch of whiteness.
Outside GuanTang City, dozens of miles away.
A man wearing a silver saber-toothed mask appeared in the wind and snow. In his previous step he was still a mile away, but in the next step he was already within a hundred feet, like a ghost.
Suddenly.
He halted.
"A bunch of trash."
From beneath the silver saber mask came a deep voice.
With a wave of his hand, the wind and snow within a hundred feet were blown away, revealing the original yellow earth on the ground.
On the yellow earth, there were seven corpses lying.
"Wake up."
He waved his hand again, and seven mysterious forces spread out from his hand, permeating the seven corpses.
However.
The seven corpses did not react at all.
"Oh?"
There was a puzzled voice from beneath the mask.
Immediately after, his palm moved again, and seven more forces permeated the corpses.
But contrary to expectations, the seven corpses were still motionless.
"It's ineffective?!"
Beneath the saber-toothed mask, a solemn color was revealed, and after the voice fell, he directly tore through space and walked in.
A land of blood red.
The space here was all distorted, surrounded by chaos.
After the masked man came here, he knelt directly on the ground.
"Lord of Destruction, the Yao Organization has been destroyed."
"The resurrection technique also failed."
"I suspect a great figure has come from the North Sea. I'm worried...it may be detrimental to Your Excellency."
He said respectfully.
"I see, there's no need to worry, let them be for now. I just happen to need to sleep for a while!"
A deep voice came from the blood red, but no one could trace its origin. He was completely unconcerned about the masked man's words and the so-called great figure.
"Yes!"
The masked man turned and disappeared.
The space also regained its tranquility.
"Damn it, I spent thirteen bags of gold coins and still couldn't get into the sect, what a huge loss!"
Yi Feng grumbled as he wrapped his thin body and crawled into a dilapidated temple to save money.
He put down a fireball as a stove, gathered some firewood, and started boiling water to warm himself up a bit.
"Phew!"
"Finally done."
Seeing the boiling tea water, Yi Feng smiled slightly. Just as he was about to pick it up, a long-absent voice rang in his mind.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, host, your tea skills have reached the realm of comparing with the gods. You have completed all the skill tasks and are rewarded with a halo."
"At the same time, the system will be upgraded."
"The system is upgrading..."
Hearing this voice, Yi Feng jumped up excitedly at once.
He already knew about the halo reward before, but the system upgrade was a complete surprise!
"I just don't know what the halo is for."
"Or what the upgraded system can bring me."
Yi Feng was full of expectations.
"Congratulations, host, system upgrade completed."
After a long time, the system finally spoke again.
Upon hearing this, Yi Feng eagerly asked, "System, what is the halo for?"
"Please explore it yourself, host."
The system voice came, and then fell silent.
Yi Feng curled his lips. He could only explore it himself.
"Halo, come."
He shouted loudly.
But it was useless.
"Halo."
He raised his palm and shouted again.
Finally, a strand of golden light emerged from the top of his head.
"Oh, there's a reaction."
Yi Feng was extremely excited.
"I just don't know what this halo is for."
Yi Feng couldn't help but murmur, "Could this halo prevent me from getting hurt?"
After saying that, he gritted his teeth, picked up a piece of wood from the ground, and hit it against his own head.
The halo didn't work at all, and the piece of wood left a big bump on Yi Feng's head.
"Damn."
Yi Feng rubbed his head and cursed loudly.
"Looks like it's not a protective halo. Could it be that my words become reality?" Yi Feng tried again. He got up and walked out of the temple door.
"Rain for me."
With the halo on top of his head, he shouted loudly at the sky.
As his voice fell, the clouds in the sky started rolling at a visible speed, churning frantically.
Yi Feng stared wide-eyed, extremely excited, and looked up hopefully at the sky.
Finally.
From the clouds, countless drops fell down.
"Hahaha, it really is whatever I say becomes real."
Yi Feng stared fiercely at the drops falling from the sky and shouted excitedly.
Whatever I say becomes real.
It really is whatever I say becomes real!
This skill is so amazing!
In his excitement, Yi Feng was not even afraid of the cold anymore. He opened his arms wide to welcome the rain falling from the sky.
After all.
This was the rain he had called for.
Huh?
At this moment, Yi Feng blinked. Looking at the falling raindrops, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Why are they so big?"
"Damn, it's not rain."
"It's hail."
"Ah!"
"Damn, that hurts!"
In a flash, Yi Feng was battered by the huge hailstones, his nose swollen and face bruised. He hurriedly ducked back into the dilapidated temple, hugging his head.
"Damn damn damn."
Sitting in the temple, Yi Feng touched the bumps on his head, his face extremely gloomy.
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.)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
