The appearance of Dugu Wei instantly gave the disciples of Sword Sect a sense of security.
As soon as he arrived, a hundred streaks of light flew out from the depths of the sect, landing behind Dugu Wei.
At the forefront were the seven peak masters, followed by the elders at the Heavenly Human Realm, as well as the elite disciples—the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the seven peaks. In essence, the entirety of Sword Sect’s foundation was gathered here.
This force alone would be formidable anywhere, but unfortunately, their enemies vastly outnumbered them.
By rough estimate, the opposing side had over a thousand Heavenly Human Realm experts—nearly ten times Sword Sect’s numbers.
As for Heavenly Monarchs, Sword Sect had only one: the Sword God, Dugu Wei.
Meanwhile, the allied forces of the various factions had four!
Namely, Wang Yan of Hell’s Gate, Jian Xinghe of Heavenly Sword Mountain, Duan Changsheng of Peerless Manor, and Lei Wanjun of Thunderbolt Island.
The disparity in strength was staggering.
Sword Sect’s sole advantage lay in fighting on their home ground—their mountain-protecting formation was no trivial matter.
Five thousand years ago, the Demon Emperor’s Sword fell into corruption, controlling the then Sword Master and unleashing a massacre within Sword Sect. This catastrophe reduced the once-dominant Immortal Sect of the Azurewood Domain to ruins, with countless experts perishing and their top-tier combat power nearly wiped out, leaving a severe gap in strength.
Even after five millennia, Sword Sect had yet to fully recover.
However, the losses back then were primarily in manpower. Since the calamity was internal, the mountain-protecting formation remained intact.
In other words, the current formation was left behind from Sword Sect’s golden age. Though those maintaining it now were weaker, its defensive capabilities were still extraordinary.
Despite the overwhelming numbers of the allied forces, breaching the formation would not be easy.
"Wang Yan, justice lies in the hearts of the people. You slander our sect’s Imperial Son simply because Gu Qingfeng possesses the potential of an Emperor—you fear Sword Sect’s rise. Spare us the sanctimonious talk; the world will only laugh at your hypocrisy," Dugu Wei declared calmly, his voice resounding across the battlefield.
"Hmph! Gu Qingfeng’s crimes are known to all. No amount of excuses from you, Dugu Wei, can twist the truth. Hand him over now, or don’t blame me for showing no mercy," Wang Yan sneered.
Dugu Wei remained unmoved. "Gu Qingfeng is a disciple of this sect. Even if he truly committed those crimes—which he did not—his punishment is ours to decide. What business is it of you rabble?
Sword Sect has stood for tens of thousands of years, and never once have we surrendered one of our own. Once someone joins Sword Sect, they are under our protection.
This applies not only to Gu Qingfeng but to every disciple here. As long as I stand, none of you will lay a finger on any of them!"
His words thundered like divine judgment, stirring the hearts of Sword Sect’s disciples, filling them with warmth and a renewed sense of belonging.
"Hmph! Dugu Wei, it seems your centuries as sect master have been wasted. You’d sacrifice the entire Sword Sect for a single disciple? Perhaps it’s time to step down and let someone more capable take your place," Wang Yan taunted, deliberately sowing discord. He refused to believe Sword Sect was united—there had to be those who favored surrender.
If internal strife broke out, victory would be assured.
After all, even Wang Yan felt uneasy facing Sword Sect’s mountain-protecting formation. Breaking through would take time, and the counterattacks would likely inflict heavy casualties.
"Hahahaha!" Dugu Wei suddenly burst into mocking laughter. "Sacrifice Sword Sect? With the likes of you worthless curs?
Do you know why I’ve remained sect master for a thousand years? Because a swordsman stronger than me appears only once in a millennium!
If you want a fight, then fight! Enough empty words!"
At that moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from Dugu Wei. His sword rose, its energy piercing the heavens, churning the clouds as if the Sword God himself had descended.
Wang Yan and the others tensed, a trace of wariness flashing in their eyes.
Truthfully, none of them could guarantee victory against Dugu Wei alone. Only by ganging up could they hope to win.
But Sword Sect’s formation was like an impenetrable shell. Even if they broke through, the cost would be devastating, jeopardizing their campaign.
That was why Wang Yan had hoped to win without fighting. But with Dugu Wei’s unyielding stance, battle was inevitable.
"Dugu Wei, you truly refuse to see reason?" Wang Yan growled.
Just then, a light chuckle echoed from within Sword Sect.
"Oh? What’s with all the barking so early in the morning?"
The voice, though soft, carried across the battlefield with divine power.
A strikingly handsome figure then appeared before the crowd—Gu Qingfeng himself.
His arrival instantly drew all eyes, both for his looks and his status as the central figure of this conflict.
Wang Yan and his allies had long studied Gu Qingfeng’s portrait and recognized him immediately.
The Sword Sect disciples, witnessing Gu Qingfeng boldly insulting their enemies at such a critical moment, couldn’t help but admire his courage.
At the very least, his fearlessness was commendable.
What they didn’t know was that Gu Qingfeng possessed a Heavenly Teleportation Array, allowing him to escape at any time—he faced no real danger.
"You little bastard! You’re Gu Qingfeng!" Wang Yan’s eyes blazed with murderous intent the moment he saw him.
After all, Gu Qingfeng had killed his son. The phrase "blood boiling at the sight of one’s enemy" fit perfectly.
Gu Qingfeng glanced at the seething Wang Yan and scoffed, "Who are you calling ‘little bastard’?"
"I’m calling you, you little bastard!" Wang Yan roared.
"Oh, so the little bastard is calling me? Though you’re really flattering yourself—clearly an old bastard, yet insisting on acting young."
Wang Yan froze, then flushed with rage, as if struck by an unbearable insult.
The Sword Sect disciples, slow to catch on at first, soon erupted into laughter.
Some couldn’t hold back, snickering before bursting into full-blown guffaws.
The scene was absurd—when had anyone ever seen a Heavenly Monarch-level expert call himself a "little bastard"?
Wang Yan’s face darkened further. The imposing aura he’d built up crumbled under the wave of laughter.
Dugu Wei and the seven peak masters stared at Gu Qingfeng in surprise. They’d never expected their junior brother to be so skilled at verbal sparring.
Especially Dugu Wei, who had spent so much effort posturing just to chip away at the enemy’s momentum and rally his sect’s morale.
Yet Gu Qingfeng, with just a few words, had reduced their foes to furious clowns, and the laughter had even eased the disciples’ fear.
Of course, Gu Qingfeng had no idea what they were thinking.
He hadn’t insulted Wang Yan to boost morale or break the enemy’s spirit.
He was just naturally foul-mouthed.
He had always cursed people for the sheer thrill of it—swearing whenever he pleased without a second thought.
Besides, no need to make a fuss over basic skills; this was just the beginning.
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?"
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."
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!
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.”
