Huff!
The Elephant Demon stared at the constantly flickering stone mirror before him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his emotions.
In his mind, he frantically plotted how to retaliate with insults.
First and foremost, he must not lose his temper—that would only give the other side the satisfaction.
He was a holy envoy from the Upper Realm, while the other was nothing more than a lowly ant. He had to use his superior status to belittle and scorn him!
No matter how viciously the other cursed, what did it matter?
It would never change the fact that he was a lowly being from the Lower Realm, while the Elephant Demon would always remain the exalted holy envoy.
With this in mind, the Elephant Demon formulated his strategy.
He extended his thick fingers and tapped the stone mirror a few times, initiating the video call.
Sizzle!
A flash of light vanished instantly.
Gu Qingfeng’s handsome face appeared on the screen.
The Elephant Demon looked at that face, suppressing the fury that threatened to tear him apart, and instead adopted an expression of cold disdain, gazing down at Gu Qingfeng in the mirror.
On Gu Qingfeng’s end, he was delighted when the call connected.
But when he saw the Elephant Demon’s expression—no longer furious but instead filled with scorn, eyes mocking as if watching a clown—he couldn’t help but laugh.
This guy had done some mental preparation, and it seemed to have worked.
Finally, things were getting interesting. Gu Qingfeng never enjoyed one-sided verbal battles, just as he disliked women who didn’t scream.
“Oh, you lowly holy envoy, why did you run away earlier after I cursed you out? Did you hang up and cry in secret?”
Gu Qingfeng’s sharp words nearly shattered the Elephant Demon’s composure, but he managed to hold on.
Maintaining his cold, superior demeanor, he replied with icy disdain, “Run away? This holy envoy merely didn’t wish to waste time on a lowly Lower Realm insect like you.
Speaking even one more word to you would only tarnish my status.”
“Tsk tsk tsk... Not bad, you’ve improved. Seems like the earlier scolding wasn’t in vain. But I do have a question—if you think it’s a waste of time, why did you answer the call?
Isn’t that contradictory?
Did you stew in anger after hanging up, feeling so humiliated that you just had to curse me back?
Let me give you some advice—stop pretending. You’re clearly seething inside, but you’re forcing yourself to act indifferent. Do you even realize how adorably stupid you look right now, all stubborn like this?”
Damn it!
#!
Crack!
The Elephant Demon clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles creaked.
Gu Qingfeng’s words were venomous, every syllable striking right at the Elephant Demon’s core, exposing his thoughts perfectly.
Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. This holy envoy does not get angry. Losing your temper means losing.
Smile. Scorn him!
The Elephant Demon desperately reassured himself, barely restraining his rage before sneering, “Hah, angry? Why would this holy envoy be angry? What a joke. Who do you think you are?
You’re nothing but livestock raised by the Holy Clan. So what if you’re sharp-tongued? So what if you curse like a madman?
No matter how much you curse, can you change your lowly status as a Lower Realm creature?
Can you change this holy envoy’s noble standing as an Upper Realm saint?
You can’t!
Remember, hierarchy is unshakable. The sun will always remain high in the sky!
So go ahead, curse all you want. This holy envoy couldn’t care less.
It’s nothing but the howling of a powerless fool. What do you even gain from all this?”
After delivering this speech, the Elephant Demon felt a flicker of pride. This time, he believed he had performed well.
Since he couldn’t out-curse the other, he would simply stand above it all, looking down at Gu Qingfeng like a clown, ignoring his insults.
Just as the Elephant Demon was reveling in his triumph—
“Heh heh heh...” A sinister laugh erupted from Gu Qingfeng.
He looked at the Elephant Demon in the mirror, clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably, tears nearly streaming from his eyes.
“Hahaha, this is too funny! I’ve never heard such a ridiculous question before. You’d need a decade of brain damage to come up with that.
You actually asked me what I gain from cursing you?
What, you think I’m trying to get promoted, get rich, or find a wife by yelling at you?
Cursing is just for fun, got it?
I see you acting like an idiot, so I curse you out. Once I’ve had my fun, that’s it. Simple as that.
I just love watching you get torn apart by my words, turning red with rage, stuttering and unable to respond, forced to just listen.
I don’t care about your status, hierarchy, or nobility. No matter how ‘exalted’ you are, you still have to sit there and take my curses.
You can be happy or angry—what’s it to me? As long as I’ve had my fun, that’s all that matters.
You told me to curse freely? Perfect. Since you’re so noble, don’t you dare talk back or hang up. Let me enjoy myself first.”
The Elephant Demon was dumbstruck. His cold facade crumbled as his blood pressure skyrocketed.
He hadn’t expected Gu Qingfeng to disregard status entirely—he was just here to vent, to curse for the sheer pleasure of it.
Against someone like this, no argument worked.
His chest heaved violently. After a long pause, he finally spat out two words: “How vulgar!”
Gu Qingfeng ignored him. Instead, with visible excitement, he summoned hundreds of divine-realm demons from an alternate dimension.
Soon, the stone chamber was packed.
Seeing this, the Elephant Demon felt a sudden sense of foreboding.
Clap clap!
Gu Qingfeng clapped his hands and announced, “Listen up, everyone! Today, this Upper Realm holy envoy says he’s so noble that he won’t retaliate when cursed. Let’s all have some fun and experience what it’s like to curse out an Upper Realm saint.
Line up, take turns—everyone gets a chance.”
As he spoke, he used his divine sense to issue commands, ordering them to start cursing.
Though these divine-realm demons feared the holy envoy, they feared Gu Qingfeng even more.
After all, offending the holy envoy might mean death, but defying Gu Qingfeng and breaking their oaths would be worse than death.
So, the demons complied enthusiastically, lining up and unleashing a torrent of insults.
“Holy envoy, you !”
“You’re like a pig shoving scallions up its nose—trying to look like an elephant!”
“Just seeing you makes me want to gouge my eyes out—you’re that ugly!”
“......”
In an instant, the stone chamber turned into a chaotic marketplace of curses.
On the other side of the mirror, the Elephant Demon was on the verge of exploding. Hundreds of people lining up to curse at him? No amount of nobility could withstand that!
Especially since he recognized some of these divine-realm demons—back when he descended to the Lower Realm, they had groveled at his feet, licking his boots so hard they nearly wore them out.
Now? They were cursing even harder!
The sheer contrast was enough to make the Elephant Demon lose his mind.
But he couldn’t afford to. After all, he had just boasted about not caring, about letting them curse freely.
If he lost his temper now, wouldn’t that mean he had cracked? That he was slapping his own face?
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
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.)
