Since it had already reached the final hour of this day,
then the end of her life must surely come within this hour.
With only one hour left to live, even Piaomiao Hong—who had been prepared for this since birth—could not describe the emotions swirling in her heart.
Memories flashed through her mind like fleeting shadows.
Her father, her mother…
Her siblings within the clan…
And even Yi Feng, the man she had met after being kidnapped, who seemed to seek nothing but death.
Her thoughts drifted far, far away…
Had it not been for this curse, her life could have been so much more vibrant. She might have done all the things she had longed for but never had the chance to accomplish…
Hmm?
Just then, as she awaited death, Piaomiao Hong sensed something amiss.
Her beautiful eyes snapped open.
Because in her recollection, that final hour had already passed.
Time had moved into the next day.
"How…?"
"How could this be?"
Piaomiao Hong was so shocked she could hardly steady her breathing.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would survive this day.
"Could the calculations have been wrong?"
But no.
This was undeniably the day.
Her heart now raced with both exhilaration and unease.
The curse within her should have erupted by now, yet it remained dormant.
Desperate for answers, she channeled her energy, sending surges of power coursing through her meridians, circulating it cycle after cycle.
But after several cycles, her eyes widened in astonishment.
To her overwhelming joy, she discovered that the curse within her had vanished.
"Gone… It’s truly gone."
Piaomiao Hong checked again and again.
Each confirmation yielded the same result. Her voice trembled as tears of joy streamed down her face.
Words could not capture the storm of emotions inside her.
She had resigned herself to certain death, only for the curse to inexplicably disappear at the very last moment.
In the vast training square of Sword Valley,
though dawn had yet to break,
countless disciples were already practicing their sword forms with relentless dedication.
Yet their faces were etched with sorrow.
Piaomiao Hong held a revered position in Sword Valley. Despite her status, she had always treated even the non-core disciples with kindness, often guiding them in their swordplay.
Thus,
her impending demise had cast a pall of grief over the entire valley.
They trained with desperate fervor, as if exhausting themselves would numb the pain.
But suddenly, every disciple in the square snapped their attention toward the Sword Burial Grounds.
Beneath the towering archway lay a path that stretched into the abyss—where countless swords and bones had been laid to rest…
Yet now,
footsteps echoed from within, crunching against the barren earth.
The unexpected sound put everyone on high alert. Guards at the archway and disciples alike gripped their swords, their eyes sharp with vigilance.
For since ancient times, this path had only ever been entered—never exited.
Footsteps emerging from it now were nothing short of unnatural.
The sound grew closer, and gradually, a faint silhouette took shape in the dim light.
Tall and graceful,
she wore a snow-white gown,
like an immortal untouched by mortal dust, her beauty ethereal against the desolate backdrop.
Step by step, she walked forward, a sword in hand.
Finally,
her face became clear.
"It’s the Young Mistress!"
"Heavens, the Young Mistress is walking out!"
"How is this possible? By the reckoning of time, she should have… yesterday…"
The figure emerging was none other than Piaomiao Hong.
The disciples of Sword Valley gaped as if they had seen a ghost, their voices filled with disbelief.
The commotion quickly drew the attention of the entire valley.
Piao Zheng, the current Valley Master, rushed over with a retinue of elders and disciples.
Within moments, thousands had gathered, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Piaomiao Hong beneath the archway.
Piao Zheng’s body trembled as he scrutinized her. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice tentative.
"Hong’er… is it really you?"
Under the weight of their gazes, the woman in white nodded gently, her voice choked with emotion.
"Yes, Uncle Zheng. It’s me."
That single address—"Uncle Zheng"—made Piao Zheng’s eyes redden instantly.
He knew then, regardless of the reason, that this was his niece, Piaomiao Hong.
There could be no mistake.
Absolutely none.
"Hong’er, what happened?"
"How did you…?"
Piao Zheng darted forward, his voice laced with anxious hope, though he himself didn’t know what he was hoping for.
Yet against all odds, that inexplicable hope was answered.
"Uncle Zheng… I don’t know why, but the curse within me has vanished."
"I… I don’t have to die."
Tears of joy spilled from Piaomiao Hong’s eyes as she spoke.
Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
"What?"
"What did she say?"
"The Young Mistress’s curse is gone?"
Gasps of astonishment rippled through the gathered disciples.
Piao Zheng trembled even more violently, afraid he had misheard. He stepped closer, his voice grave.
"Hong’er… are you certain?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
