And coincidentally,
Yi Feng was just such a person.
Public opinion pressure?
Non-existent.
His only concern was money.
Meanwhile, in the Hundred Refinements Main Hall,
Shi Qingwu sat at the head of the room, with a black-clad figure standing respectfully beside her.
"To be honest, this kid is quite reliable. Despite all the ridicule and mockery flying around about him, he doesn’t even bat an eye. He just spends his days drinking and fishing," the black-clad figure chuckled. "I was actually worried that he might not be able to handle the pressure and just quit. But it seems I overthought it."
"Mhm!"
Shi Qingwu nodded solemnly and said, "We just need to hold out for one more month. Once I successfully inherit the Sect Leader's legacy, it will be a done deal."
As she spoke,
the corners of her lips curled slightly.
But the next moment, her face suddenly paled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Not good."
Her expression darkened as she quickly sealed several of her acupoints.
"Sect Leader, what happened?"
The black-clad figure looked at her with concern.
"I just broke through recently, and my cultivation base is unstable. It’s causing a backlash," Shi Qingwu said with a grave expression.
"But you..."
The black-clad figure’s worried gaze lingered on her.
"It’s quite serious. I’ll likely need to go into seclusion for a few days," Shi Qingwu said solemnly. "And I’ll need you to guard me during that time."
"But if both of us go into seclusion, what about that kid?"
The black-clad figure’s expression turned heavy. "This last month is the critical moment. Sun Zimei and the others will never let up. They’ll definitely keep making moves."
"They can’t challenge your strength, prestige, or contributions to the sect. The only weak point they can exploit is Yi Feng. If something goes wrong with him, all our efforts will be in vain."
Shi Qingwu’s brow furrowed tightly.
She hesitated, unsure of what to do.
But before she could speak, another mouthful of blood spilled from her lips, and her entire demeanor seemed to weaken further.
Seeing this, the black-clad figure quickly supported Shi Qingwu.
"Forget it, Sect Leader. Given your current state, we should hurry and stabilize your injuries in seclusion," the black-clad figure said with concern. "After all, nothing is more important than your health."
Shi Qingwu bit her lip, her expression filled with reluctance.
But after assessing the state of her internal energy, she realized she had no choice but to enter seclusion.
"Fine. Before we begin, bring Yi Feng here," she said after a moment of hesitation.
"Understood. I’ll go right away."
The black-clad figure quickly left.
Not long after, he returned with Yi Feng to the main hall.
In the short time it took for Yi Feng to arrive, Shi Qingwu’s condition had worsened further. Her delicate face was now as pale as a sheet.
Yet, she forced herself to hold on and wait for Yi Feng’s arrival.
"What’s wrong with you?" Yi Feng couldn’t help but ask when he saw her.
"You don’t need to worry about that," Shi Qingwu said with a strained expression. "Let’s keep this brief. I have no choice but to enter seclusion for a few days, and Black Shadow will need to guard me during that time."
"So, for the next while, we won’t be able to look after you."
"Sun Zimei and the others won’t let this opportunity slip. You’ll have to face all the trouble on your own."
"Oh."
Yi Feng responded indifferently.
Seeing Yi Feng’s nonchalant reaction, Shi Qingwu was momentarily stunned. She couldn’t help but ask, "That’s all you have to say? Just ‘oh’?"
"Okay."
Yi Feng added another word.
Shi Qingwu was left speechless, her injuries nearly flaring up again from frustration.
Could this kid not grasp the danger of the situation?
His reaction was so slow that she truly didn’t feel confident leaving him alone outside.
Thinking this, Shi Qingwu looked at Yi Feng with utmost seriousness and repeated her instructions word by word.
"Remember what I’m saying. During this time, don’t trust anyone. If you encounter any trouble, don’t act rashly. If anyone asks you anything, just say you don’t know."
"Everything, and I mean everything, must wait until we come out of seclusion!"
"Do you understand?"
"Okay, got it."
Yi Feng replied.
Only after confirming that Yi Feng had truly taken her words to heart did Shi Qingwu let out a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and said, "You may leave."
Just as Yi Feng turned to leave, she suddenly called out to him again.
Yi Feng turned his head to look at her.
Shi Qingwu hesitated for a moment before taking out a talisman from her storage ring.
"This is a one-time teleportation talisman. In a critical moment, you don’t need to worry about our arrangement," Shi Qingwu instructed solemnly. "If your life is in danger, you can use it to teleport away at any time."
After explaining how to use the talisman, Shi Qingwu immediately entered the seclusion chamber.

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?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”

【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.)