The dozens of people below, who originally thought victory was in their grasp, suddenly found themselves facing a formidable enemy.
The person who descended from the sky exuded an overwhelmingly powerful aura.
Even before engaging in combat, the mere presence of this individual was enough to make everyone tremble with fear.
As the winds swirled and clouds gathered, the old man above slowly began to speak.
"You insects, who gave you the audacity to oppose us?" His voice, laden with energy, thundered in the ears of those below.
"That's right, who gave you the courage to stand against us!" The Cloud Top King poked his head out from behind the emissary, borrowing the tiger's might to intimidate.
At this moment, he felt somewhat emotional.
These past few days had been unbearable.
Now that the emissary had arrived, they finally had someone to back them up. This feeling of having support was truly exhilarating.
"You ignorant insects, go and die."
The old man's cold gaze swept over those below.
His eyes were filled with indifference.
As if everything in his sight was nothing but insects.
However.
In an instant, a massive hand made of condensed energy emerged from the ground, striking towards the emissary in the sky with lightning speed.
This punch.
It made the sky explode with a deafening boom.
The giant face in the sky disintegrated into dust in a blink of an eye.
The Destroyer of the World and the Cloud Top King, wide-eyed, were blown away by the shockwave of this punch.
They turned into two twinkling stars, disappearing into the distant horizon.
"You dare put on airs in front of me, you bastard."
As the words fell, a figure in a black robe appeared, followed by a dog, a centipede, a bear, and a ghost surrounded by dark energy.
Behind them were seven alluring women.
"Great Protector! It's the Great Protector!" Su Yunyun was the first to react, exclaiming joyfully, "We pay our respects to the Four Great Protectors!"
The disciples behind her followed suit, bowing, "We pay our respects to the Four Great Protectors!"
"Rise, all of you," Lu Benwei waved his hand.
"The Great Protector is indeed formidable, defeating that arrogant person with just one punch!"
The disciples praised in unison.
"Indeed, such prowess is unmatched in this world, save for our Master!"
"That's right, when our Great Protector makes a move, the outcome is certain!"
"..."
Amidst the endless praise, Lu Benwei's chin lifted with pride.
With the Cloud Top King and the Destroyer of the World nowhere to be found, the Cloud Top Empire had no more resistance to offer.
Wu Tian swiftly annexed the Cloud Top Empire.
...
On a vast grassland.
A bonfire was lit, roasting dragon skewers.
The fellow disciples gathered around the fire, happily dancing.
Lu Benwei lay to the side, surrounded by seven women with enchanting figures, each dressed more scantily than the last.
One peeled grapes for Lu Benwei, another massaged his legs.
Some crouched on the ground, offering their bodies as footrests.
Others sat nearby, placing their hands in Lu Benwei's palm for him to play with.
A thousand miles away, Yi Feng was curled up in a dilapidated hut on the verge of collapse, poring over a book by lamplight, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.
The book was titled "Cultivation Levels of the Immortal River Continent."
Not long ago, two neighboring countries had gone to war, causing chaos and turmoil. To avoid becoming collateral damage, he had packed up and fled.
Now in an unfamiliar place, he still hadn't found the last disciple with suitable qualifications to take under his wing.
"Ding— As the outer disciple has reached ordinary qualifications, the host now meets the cultivation requirements and has successfully obtained the highest level of cultivation."
"However, since the last disciple is an outer disciple and not counted as a formal disciple, the host needs to find the last qualified disciple within a year."
"Otherwise, the cultivation level will be revoked."
This sudden surprise left Yi Feng stunned.
Then he burst into laughter.
Laughing so hard he doubled over.
This little matchmaker system was truly full of surprises!
"Oh right, it mentioned the highest level of cultivation. Let me see what that is!"
Saying this, he flipped open the "Cultivation Levels of the Immortal River Continent" in his hands.
"Martial Emperor, hahaha, I'm a Martial Emperor now!!"
"The once terrifying Martial Spirit is now nothing but trash in my eyes!"
Yi Feng laughed heartily once again.
Eager to use his newfound power, he began throwing punches at the sky with all his might.
Sure enough, the sky changed dramatically. With each of his punches, the heavens rumbled.
"Hahaha, I'm truly amazing!"
Meanwhile.
In the Immortal Realm, chaos had erupted.
Since the last time the sky was broken by a mysterious person's punch, there hadn't been such a commotion for a long time!
They had thought the previous sky-breaking punch was just a coincidence, so they didn't investigate further, but who knew...
This time, five hundred punches were thrown.
Each punch was even more powerful than the last!
Looking at the five hundred black holes that suddenly appeared in the Immortal Realm, various forces mobilized, all heading towards the place where the sky had been broken.
The Immortal Realm was in a state of panic, with everyone living in fear.
Back on the Immortal River Continent, Yi Feng slowly lowered his fist.
He blew on his knuckles.
This useless system had finally come through for once.
At the same time, Yi Feng paused.
Because he discovered another powerful function of being a cultivator: divine sense.
For instance, at this very moment, he could sense a group of people far away, some laughing and dancing, others feasting heartily.
And that damned midget was surrounded by women, living a life of debauchery.
Seeing this.
Yi Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
The joy of successfully obtaining cultivation was quickly overshadowed by indignation.
"These good-for-nothing wastrels, instead of honing their skills, they're out there having a good time, and they've all gathered together!"
"And that dog, I told him not to take advantage of young women, yet he's gone and seduced seven at once!"

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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.)

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.”