Tianlan Mountain Range.
After several days of searching, Yi Feng finally found his money pouch.
Thus, he mounted his horse and resumed his fervent quest to find a disciple.
At the same time.
Deep within the mountain range, a spatial fluctuation occurred.
Two figures emerged from a spatial rift.
One of them was Zhen Wuji.
The other was Cheng Liyuan, an elder from the Desolate Sect who had accompanied him.
"Is this where my grandfather usually resides?"
Zhen Wuji took a deep breath, his heart filled with excitement.
After speaking, he unleashed a surge of energy and soared into the sky.
"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson Zhen Wuji. I've come to see you!"
Zhen Wuji's voice boomed, shaking the mountains and forests.
Seeing this, Cheng Liyuan hurriedly followed.
"Why are you following me?"
Zhen Wuji shot a cold glare at him and said in a low voice, "What gives you the right to follow me? If you disturb my grandfather, can you bear the consequences?"
"Get down and kneel below!"
Zhen Wuji's commanding voice echoed.
Cheng Liyuan's face turned ashen.
Throughout the journey, he had endured countless humiliations from Zhen Wuji, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Yet now, he was being ordered to kneel. He was, after all, a respected elder.
But remembering Zhen Wuji's grandfather, Cheng Liyuan gritted his teeth and complied.
With a grim expression, he knelt on one knee.
Zhen Wuji was right—while Zhen Wuji dared to roar and fly freely in these mountains, Cheng Liyuan did not have the same audacity.
At that moment.
A figure descended from the sky with a whoosh, landing a hundred paces away from the two.
Both of them shuddered.
"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson!"
Zhen Wuji immediately shouted.
Cheng Liyuan also gasped in awe.
Indeed, seeing was believing.
Even without considering anything else, the sheer speed of this person was enough to prove his strength at the 20th level of True Immortal.
But to his surprise, Yi Feng in the distance completely ignored them.
He scratched his ear, glanced around, and muttered in confusion.
"Did someone call for a grandfather?"
"Must have misheard. There's no grandfather in these mountains."
Yi Feng relieved himself on the spot and then flew away.
Cheng Liyuan and Zhen Wuji, who had chased after him, were left dumbfounded.
He just... left?
"Why?"
Zhen Wuji's eyes widened in disbelief.
Cheng Liyuan was equally stunned.
His own descendant was right in front of him, and he didn't even spare a glance?
That didn't make sense.
Could he have not noticed?
That was impossible.
With his abilities and strength, he should have sensed Zhen Wuji the moment he released his aura in the mountains.
Was Zhen Wuji not favored?
That couldn't be the case either. They had done their research—Zhen Wuji's arrogance was justified because he was indeed Zhen Jian's most beloved grandson.
Moreover, Zhen Jian was notoriously protective of his own. If he knew Zhen Wuji was here, he wouldn't have ignored him.
"Could it be that this person isn't Senior Zhen Jian?"
Cheng Liyuan couldn't help but mutter.
"Shut up!"
Zhen Wuji barked sharply, "He is my grandfather!"
Even though the face before him was vastly different from the one in his memories, Zhen Wuji refused to accept this reality.
After waiting so long for his grandfather's return, Zhen Wuji had expected to dominate the entire Desolate Realm, even looking down on the Desolate Sect. How could he suddenly become a nobody?
He quickly took off, chasing in the direction Yi Feng had gone.
Just as he rose into the air, another whooshing sound echoed.
Zhen Wuji's eyes lit up, filled with excitement.
"Haha, I knew it! How could my grandfather ignore me? He's coming back for me!"
Zhen Wuji laughed heartily.
But the next moment.
With a loud bang, Zhen Wuji was struck and disintegrated...
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
