Involuntarily, he gazed down at the Demon-Sealing City from his vantage point in mid-air.
The next moment, the sneer on his face froze abruptly…
It was visible to the naked eye.
His pupils dilated violently, terror flooding his eyes as his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
"Ahhh, wuuu…"
A continuous stream of agonized wails escaped his mouth.
The women on the scene, as well as the crowd in the square, all stared at the demonic creature.
The sudden transformation of the creature after taking flight, along with the unmistakable panic on its face, was witnessed by everyone present.
"What did it see?"
"Exactly!"
"How did it end up like this?"
"What on earth happened?"
The crowd in the square buzzed with speculation.
Since they could only perceive things through the woman's vision, they had no idea what the flying demon had seen that caused such a drastic change.
After the prolonged wailing, the terrified demon transformed into a streak of black light, abandoning all defenses, and slammed headfirst into the dark city wall.
Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
After the impact, silence fell over the scene.
Everyone was too stunned to speak.
Such a powerful demonic creature had chosen to die in such a manner.
Their curiosity grew even stronger—what had the demon seen in the sky before its death that made it, once so ferocious, choose to smash its head against the wall?
Could it have something to do with the mysterious white-robed expert who had suddenly appeared?
Meanwhile, witnessing the demon’s suicidal crash, the woman covered her lips in shock, unable to speak for a long time.
She, too, was burning with curiosity—what had the demon seen?
The unknown filled her heart with dread.
On the other hand, Yi Feng rubbed his nose and rolled his eyes.
This demon—he had actually expected it to pull off some impressive move, only for it to end up smashing itself against the wall. What a waste of his anticipation.
His quest for death in the Demon-Sealing City would have to be postponed yet again.
"Are you alright, miss?"
Turning back, Yi Feng looked at the woman beside him.
"G-Greetings, Senior."
Flustered, the woman hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng. "Thank you for your concern, Senior. This junior is unharmed."
"Good to hear."
Yi Feng smiled faintly. "But don’t call me 'Senior.' Look at me—I’m still young. Calling me that just makes me feel old."
The woman was taken aback, then couldn’t help but giggle behind her hand.
She never expected this white-robed expert to be so humorous. His lighthearted remark eased her tension considerably.
Still, she addressed him respectfully and bowed again. "Thank you for saving my life, Senior."
"No need for thanks."
Yi Feng waved dismissively. "But I am curious—what brought you all the way out here?"
"It’s… a long story."
The woman gave a brief explanation.
"Oh, so you’re here for an adventure?" Yi Feng nodded, then added, "But venturing into a place like this with your level of strength is a bit reckless."
"You’re absolutely right, Senior."
The woman lowered her head, chastened, and sighed inwardly. If they’d had any other choice, who would willingly come to such a forsaken place?
"With all these demons around, it’s dangerous to be alone. How about this—come with me, and I’ll take you to the nearest city," Yi Feng offered.
Hearing this, the woman’s eyes lit up.
"Thank you, Senior!"
She expressed her gratitude profusely. Though her original mission had been to investigate the city, she was now the only one left and had no intention of continuing. She doubted this expert would accompany her further.
Staying here alone would mean certain death.
If she could retreat safely, the major sects would still reward her handsomely.
"Alright, let’s get going then."
With a flick of his hand, Yi Feng summoned Man Man.
As the giant snail appeared, the woman stared in astonishment.
Meanwhile, back in the distant square, exclamations erupted.
"That’s one huge snail!"
"Is that a mount?"
"It’s so cute!"
"I want a snail that big too!"
While the crowd marveled at Man Man, the snail lifted its lifeless, fish-like eyes and glanced at the top of the woman’s head.
Then it exhaled a breath.
"What’s going on?"
"Why did the feed cut off?"
"Did something go wrong again?"
The crowd buzzed with confusion.
The expedition leader frowned and immediately checked the woman’s soul lamp.
The lamp burned brightly.
Her condition was perfectly stable.
"It seems the formation malfunctioned due to some interference," one of the leaders said reluctantly.
If the formation were still active, they might have been able to see what was happening in the city—what the demon had seen that terrified it into suicide.
"However, that white-robed youth emerged from the city. He must know what happened inside."
"And since Ning Qing is with him, she might be able to extract some information from him."
"Right."
"Now we just have to wait and see if Ning Qing can make it back safely."
The others nodded.
For now, all they could do was wait…
"Senior, may I fly up and take one last look at the city before we leave?"
Summoning her courage, the woman asked Yi Feng.
She was simply too curious—what had the demon seen that drove it to such despair?
"Go ahead."
Yi Feng replied indifferently.
"Thank you, Senior."
The woman bowed in gratitude, then took a deep breath. Steeling herself, she channeled her energy, gripped her sword, and cautiously ascended into the sky.
The higher she flew, the more of the city she could see.
Finally, she reached the same height as the demon, allowing her to survey the entire city.
With a single glance, she gasped and covered her lips in shock.
"H-How is this possible?"
Even seeing it with her own eyes, she struggled to believe it.
It was too surreal.
The streets of the Demon-Sealing City were littered with the corpses of demonic creatures.
Tens of thousands of them.
In some places, they were piled into small hills.
The city had become a graveyard.
She had never seen so many demons in her entire life.
Now she understood why the demon had chosen to kill itself—when it tried to summon its kin, it must have realized the entire city’s demons had been slaughtered, shattering its will completely.
"Who could have done this?"
The question burned in her mind.
Then, remembering something, she quickly turned her gaze to Yi Feng, who was casually climbing onto Man Man’s back.
"Could it be…?"
Her eyes widened at the possibility.
Landing back on the ground, she approached Yi Feng nervously and voiced her suspicion.
"Oh."
"That? Yeah, it was me. Just doing my part to rid the world of evil."
Yi Feng replied nonchalantly.
Thinking about it still annoyed him—despite the sheer number of demons in the city, not a single one had posed a real threat to his life.
Hearing this, the woman’s lips parted slightly.
Even though she had suspected it, having Yi Feng confirm it sent a shock through her heart.
The streets were teeming with demonic creatures—just how many could there possibly be?
She could hardly believe that all this was the work of a single person standing before her.
"Senior must have been in this Demon-Sealing City for a long time, right? Eliminating so many fiends must have taken tremendous effort," the woman said with deep reverence. "To labor tirelessly, venturing here alone to rid the people of these demons—it is truly a great blessing for our human race, a fortune for our generation."
"A blessing for humanity? Not quite."
Yi Feng waved his hand dismissively. "Still, slaying these creatures did cost me quite some effort. It took me a full two days, you know—nearly wore my blade dull from all the hacking..."

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.”

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

【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.)

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?"