"Of course it's true. Otherwise, how could I be standing here perfectly fine now?"
Piaomiao Hong replied.
"Good, good, wonderful!"
Upon hearing her answer, Piao Zheng wiped away his tears, his face filled with excitement.
"However, what still puzzles me is that the curse vanished without any apparent reason," Piaomiao Hong said, furrowing her delicate brows.
"Could it be because of the dragonfish?" someone asked.
Piaomiao Hong shook her head.
The dragonfish Yi Feng had gifted her earlier—she hadn’t used it at all, knowing she was at her last moments.
"Then, Hong’er, think carefully. Have you consumed any rare spiritual treasures recently?" Piao Zheng pressed.
Again, Piaomiao Hong shook her head.
Even if she had taken some rare herbs, they were common in Sword Valley, and their effects were well-known. None could possibly explain the disappearance of the curse within her.
"Eh?"
"The curse in my body is gone too!"
Just as everyone was baffled, a disciple in the crowd suddenly exclaimed in delight.
His shout instantly drew everyone’s attention.
"Is this true?"
Piao Zheng and Piaomiao Hong spoke in unison.
The others also fixed their gazes on him, eyes brimming with hope.
If the curse had truly vanished from this disciple as well, it meant this wasn’t a coincidence—and perhaps even...
"Absolutely true, Valley Master, Young Miss," the disciple hastily confirmed under their expectant stares. "Just now, when I heard Young Miss say her curse had inexplicably disappeared, I checked myself on instinct. And sure enough, the curse is gone."
His words struck them like a revelation.
"Quick, quick! Everyone, check your bodies for the curse immediately!"
Piao Zheng’s voice boomed with immense power.
At once, the disciples closed their eyes, focused their qi, and peered inward.
Moments later, voices began to rise.
"Valley Master, Young Miss, my curse is gone too!"
"Mine’s vanished as well!"
"It’s gone, truly gone! Hahaha!"
In no time, the training grounds echoed with cries of joy, sobs, and exclamations.
"Uncle Zheng, what about you?" Piaomiao Hong asked hopefully.
"I... mine is gone too."
Piao Zheng trembled, his voice choked with emotion, unable to believe the curse within him had truly dissipated.
Never had he imagined that the Piao family would one day break free from this seal.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he fell heavily to his knees.
"Heavens above, you’ve finally shown us mercy!"
"The descendants of the Piao family no longer need to endure the scourge of this curse!"
"The dark clouds shrouding our family have finally lifted..."
For a time, Sword Valley was immersed in jubilation, countless people weeping with joy.
Ordinary folk could scarcely fathom the weight of this curse—a mountain pressing down on them for a hundred thousand years, suffocating the Piao family.
Now that it had vanished, the overwhelming relief, the newfound hope for the future, and the lingering shadows of past fears intertwined, bringing tears to many.
High above, several figures cloaked in black observed silently.
"All these years... they’ve truly suffered," one of the cloaked figures spoke gravely, revealing the head of a dog.
"Indeed," agreed the centipede beside him, nodding.
Though usually lighthearted, their hearts were heavy now.
At the forefront, Lu Benwei remained silent, watching the scene unfold.
After a long while, his skeletal white hand gestured faintly beneath the cloak.
A surge of immense power descended upon Sword Valley!
Those on the island might not sense it immediately, but the valley had now been utterly transformed.
If it was once barren land, it was now sacred soil.
Those living here would find their talents and cultivation enhanced beyond measure, blessed with immense fortune.
The dog and the others regarded Lu Benwei with deep reverence.
"But, Boss... what exactly happened back then?" the dog couldn’t help but ask.
Lu Benwei lifted his head slightly.
He remained silent for a long time before finally responding, "When the time comes, you’ll know."
With that, his skeletal finger tapped lightly on the air, causing space to ripple like water. A rift tore open before them.
In the next instant, he led the group through the spatial rift—vanishing without a trace.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
+ 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!
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?"
