“What a strange name.”
Su Yu'er couldn't help but murmur.
Seeing Yi Feng walk ahead, Su Yu'er quickly followed and grabbed his arm.
“Master, you’re really amazing,” Su Yu'er said with admiration.
Yi Feng frowned slightly. Wasn’t it just killing a two-headed water monster?
He had killed hundreds of thousands of those things. What was so impressive about it?
Was she trying to get close to him to haggle over the price?
No way!
Yi Feng quickly shook off Su Yu'er.
But Su Yu'er clung to him again.
“Master, are you the kind of person my uncles and seniors talk about, the ones who pretend to be weak but are actually incredibly strong?” she asked, her big eyes sparkling with hope.
Yi Feng remained silent.
In business, mixing personal feelings would only complicate things.
“Then, Master, can I take a look at that sword you used earlier?” Su Yu'er once again grabbed Yi Feng’s arm and asked.
Again?
Trying to get close? Not a chance!
Yi Feng coldly pushed Su Yu'er away. “Miss, please mind your manners. After all, men and women should maintain proper boundaries.”
“Master, do you like Celestial Crystals? I’ll give you 100,000 Celestial Crystals if you let me take a look at your sword, okay?” Su Yu'er said coquettishly.
“It’s not about the money. I’m not that cold-hearted.”
Yi Feng quickly drew the iron sword from his hand.
“Whoosh!”
“It’s hard to believe that this sword so effortlessly killed that demonic creature,” Su Yu'er said as she touched the sword. Though she couldn’t figure out why, she just felt it was extraordinary.
“By the way, Master, what’s the name of this sword?”
Su Yu'er asked.
“Iron Sword.”
Yi Feng replied.
“What a great name!”
Su Yu'er exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She swung the sword a few times before reluctantly handing it back to Yi Feng.
As they continued talking, they realized they had arrived at a river.
This river was an artificial one built along the edge of the black mist, filled with multiple arrays designed to prevent the mist from spreading. It was the work of the three great Dao sects.
Yi Feng lightly leaped over and stepped into the pitch-black mist.
“Ah!”
Behind him, Su Yu'er let out an excited scream, covering her mouth as she exclaimed, “Master, you’re so amazing! You just jumped over like it was nothing!”
Yi Feng rolled his eyes.
This girl was way too dramatic.
Couldn’t she at least praise something realistic? It was just crossing a river.
Her over-the-top admiration made him feel awkward.
“Um, Master, can I come with you?” Su Yu'er asked excitedly. Entering the black mist? Just the thought of it was thrilling.
If she told others about this, it would be so cool.
“Just come over. It’s just a river,” Yi Feng said, exasperated.
Hearing this, Su Yu'er felt even more inspired to become someone like Yi Feng.
Without a second thought, she lightly hopped and jumped over as well.
Her actions truly showed the fearlessness of a newborn calf.
For an ordinary person, who would dare cross this river? Even the slightest touch of the black mist would bring irreversible consequences.
The two of them walked into the black mist.
To Yi Feng, crossing the river didn’t make much of a difference—it was just a bit quieter.
But for Su Yu'er, it was complete darkness, so she clung tightly to Yi Feng’s arm, following him step by step.
Yet, her face was filled with excitement, and her heart was racing.
Walking through the black mist?
Now, this was what she called real training.
Those disciples squatting around the Demon Plains to hunt demons? What a joke. She, the young lady, had already made it to the demons’ headquarters.
Who could compare?
However, since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t help but ask, “Master, I can’t see anything. How do you see?”
“Oh, it’s just a bit dark,” Yi Feng said, glancing at the sky. It was a bit dim, but not so dark that one couldn’t see.
Could cultivators have night blindness too?
With a swish, a torch appeared in Yi Feng’s hand, instantly dispersing the black mist and illuminating their surroundings.
Su Yu'er was stunned, her mouth agape.
She had never heard of anything that could light up and even dispel the black mist.
Yet, Yi Feng casually pulled out something that could do just that. This was truly incredible.
“Master, what kind of treasure is that in your hand? It’s so amazing!” Su Yu'er said excitedly, her heart pounding.
“A torch,” Yi Feng replied.
“A torch? Just the name sounds powerful,” Su Yu'er said enthusiastically. “It must be incredibly valuable, right?”
“Yes,” Yi Feng nodded.
The torch wasn’t cheap; it was made from high-quality materials.
A single torch was worth a whole Celestial Crystal!
The two of them continued walking through the black mist, and after half a day, they finally arrived at the Corpse Valley, which was filled with so many bodies that they had piled up into a small mountain.
“I don’t come here often because the monsters here are too low-level. I roughly estimate there are about seven to eight hundred thousand of them,” Yi Feng said casually.
There was no response for a while.
Yi Feng turned to look at the girl and found her standing there dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open.
“Clang!”
Su Yu'er’s sword fell to the ground.
She turned her head to look at Yi Feng. “Master, this is what you call ‘not often’?”
“Yes,” Yi Feng nodded seriously, pointing ahead. “There are three more places like this up ahead. Combined, there should be about three million.”
“Clang!”
The sword she had just picked up fell to the ground again.
“I…”
“I… I…”
Su Yu'er opened her mouth, but her face grew more and more excited.
No wonder the demons had disappeared. They were all here!
Is this what a true master is like?
Manipulating everything effortlessly.
This was the life she aspired to have—not some boring training or being a junior disciple. She wanted to be someone like Yi Feng.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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?"
