Hum!
The azure frost sword in Nangong Xue's hand suddenly emitted a resonant hum!
Swish!
She thrust her sword forward, slicing through the air as a dazzling divine light erupted from the blade, shooting straight into the sky.
Just as the sword radiance reached midair, it suddenly exploded like a skyrocket!
Instantly, countless tiny sword lights drifted down like a flurry of goose-feather snowflakes, breathtakingly beautiful, as if a glowing snowstorm had descended.
To the untrained eye, it was merely a spectacle of beauty. But Gu Qingfeng saw the hidden lethality within the snow.
At this moment, he couldn’t help but view Nangong Xue in a new light. He had to admit—this little lady had some tricks up her sleeve.
The snowflakes formed by the sword light appeared to drift aimlessly with the wind, but in truth, every falling trajectory followed an intricate, heaven-aligned pattern, silently forming an array.
Anyone foolish enough to step inside would immediately experience what it meant to face an overwhelming, all-encompassing killing intent—what it meant to be pierced by sword light from every direction.
However, no matter how profound the Snowflake Sword Array was, it couldn’t stump the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Body. This constitution didn’t enhance combat power, yet it ranked among the Saint-level physiques purely due to its unparalleled comprehension and innate talent!
In terms of comprehension, the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Body was indisputably the best!
Not to mention, Gu Qingfeng also possessed the Heaven’s Chosen Sacred Body, which was perfectly attuned to the Heavenly Dao.
After silently observing for a moment, Gu Qingfeng grasped the full profundity of the Snowflake Sword Array.
"Alright, that’s enough."
Hearing this, Nangong Xue halted her movements, her eyes filled with skepticism as she stared at Gu Qingfeng.
"Your Snowflake Sword Array contains eighteen micro sword formations, arranged in a complementary manner to multiply its power. The concept is clever, but the flaw is obvious—it lacks a core.
If each snowflake sword light is compared to a soldier, then the core is the general. As the saying goes, 'An army without a leader is but a mob.' No matter how many soldiers there are, without a commander, they’re just scattered stragglers," Gu Qingfeng remarked casually.
"Every single sword light in the Snowflake Sword Array was meticulously designed by me—its size, shape, and intensity were all crafted to harmonize with the eighteen formations. They fit together like the cogs of a precision instrument. If I were to follow your suggestion and create a 'general,' that sword light would inevitably be far stronger than the others.
This would severely disrupt the balance and render the Snowflake Sword Array inoperable," Nangong Xue retorted coldly, clearly unconvinced.
Gu Qingfeng smiled faintly. "How about we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?"
"I won’t bully you. Replicating your Snowflake Sword Array exactly would be too easy, so I’ll raise the difficulty. If I can perform the improved version I just described, I win. Otherwise, you win. How about it?"
Nangong Xue didn’t hesitate. "What’s the wager?"
"What do you want?"
"If you lose, you must admit you’ve studied sword formations before and no longer need my instruction. And when you challenge the Sword Pagoda, you must give it your all."
Gu Qingfeng inwardly cursed—this woman wanted to avoid teaching, demand his full effort, and expose his lie all at once. Ruthless!
Judging by her tone, she probably wanted to ditch teaching and return to secluded cultivation, while also ensuring he wouldn’t slack off in the Sword Pagoda out of spite.
"Disciple Nangong, that’s not one wager—that’s three."
"If Uncle Gu doesn’t dare, then we don’t have to bet."
Such a crude provocation naturally didn’t faze Gu Qingfeng. He sighed dramatically.
"Originally, my wager was that if you lost, I’d get to kiss you once. But since you proposed three conditions, I’ll have to adjust accordingly.
If you lose… then I get to kiss you three times."
Nangong Xue’s expression instantly turned frosty. "Uncle Gu, please behave with dignity."
"You practice the Emotion-Severing Sword Dao—you’ve long abandoned romantic entanglements. What harm is there in letting me kiss you three times?
Unless… you’re scared?
Of course, as your elder, I’ll go easy on you. If you don’t dare, we can call it off."
For the first time in a long while, Nangong Xue felt the stirrings of anger. The way he threw her own words back at her, coupled with his shameless demand, was undeniably infuriating.
"Fine! It’s a deal!" she snapped coldly.
"Excellent! That’s the spirit!" Gu Qingfeng grinned. You agreed to be kissed willingly—I didn’t force you.
Immediately, Gu Qingfeng gripped the Reverse Scale Sword and began executing the Snowflake Sword Array.
Swish!
A brilliant sword light shot into the sky!
Then, with a thunderous explosion, it burst apart, scattering sword radiance like snowflakes across the heavens.
Just like Nangong Xue’s earlier display, these sword lights followed celestial patterns, containing eighteen interwoven formations.
Seeing this, Nangong Xue was stunned. She never imagined he could replicate her self-created Snowflake Sword Array after seeing it just once!
What kind of monstrous genius is this?!
But she wasn’t worried yet—their bet wasn’t about copying the array, but improving it.
She knew for a fact that Gu Qingfeng’s proposed modification was impossible. Every sword light was meticulously calculated—introducing a "general" would disrupt the balance entirely. It was pure nonsense.
Yet the next moment, Nangong Xue froze.
Because the Snowflake Sword Array transformed again!
Amid the flurry of sword-light snowflakes, several dozen of them began attracting one another, swirling and merging along a specific trajectory.
Once they combined, the entire array’s aura shifted—turning icy and lethally oppressive!
Whoosh!
A fierce gale erupted. The merged sword-light snowflakes now resembled a general commanding an army, directing the battlefield with ruthless precision.
What was once a serene snowfall had become a blizzard of slaughter—a storm so violent that any living thing caught within would be torn apart without mercy.
Nangong Xue was utterly dumbfounded, murmuring in disbelief, "It… it can really work like this?! So the 'general' isn’t a single overpowered sword light, but dozens of them arranged into a formation core!
This way, the balance isn’t broken—instead, the core amplifies the array’s power exponentially!"
Her eyes sparkled with fascination as she stared at Gu Qingfeng’s Snowflake Sword Array, completely enthralled.
For a moment, she even forgot about the consequences awaiting her.
Meanwhile…
Having obtained the dual cultivation technique, Ling Fei’er once again arrived at Gu Qingfeng’s cave abode, intending to cultivate with him and slowly corrupt his body with demonic energy—ultimately transforming him into a demonic thrall.
Standing at the entrance, Ling Fei’er smirked triumphantly. If I can’t have your heart, then I’ll take your body instead!
Once you’re turned into a demon, I’ll make you experience what it’s like to lose control!
As for the humiliation I’ve suffered… once my plan succeeds, I’ll repay it tenfold!
Then, she knocked on the cave door and called out in a sickly sweet voice, "Uncle Gu~ Fei’er is here to play with you~"
But after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
Ling Fei’er frowned. "Not home?"
She casually dispelled the cave’s barrier and stepped inside, only to find it empty.
Annoyance flickered across her face.
Ling Fei'er had no intention of giving up. She couldn't wait a single moment longer—she was determined to commence dual cultivation with Gu Qingfeng as soon as possible.
Without delay, she began inquiring about Gu Qingfeng's whereabouts. It wasn't difficult to track him down; after all, with his striking looks, he stood out wherever he went.
It turned out he had gone to her family's Qing Shuang Peak.
The moment Ling Fei'er learned this, a sense of unease settled over her. Why would he go to Qing Shuang Peak?
Could it be that he was longing for her and had gone there to find her?
If that were the case, it wouldn’t be so bad. But what truly worried Ling Fei'er was the possibility of Gu Qingfeng encountering her senior sister—Nangong Xue.
That same senior sister who, since childhood, had overshadowed her in everything!
It was because of Nangong Xue’s existence that Ling Fei'er had lost her chance at becoming the sect’s Holy Maiden!
The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became. Without wasting another second, she rushed straight to Qing Shuang Peak to find Gu Qingfeng.
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?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
