Facing this strike from a Heavenly Monarch-level opponent, Gu Qingfeng had to admit—he couldn't block it.
So he ran.
Simple, decisive, and utterly shameless.
The Heavenly Conveyance Array activated instantly. In a flash of light, Gu Qingfeng reappeared within the Sword Sect’s grand defensive formation.
BOOM!
The space where Gu Qingfeng had just stood shattered layer by layer under the force of that palm strike.
Yet no one paid attention to the destructive power of the blood-red handprint. Instead, all eyes were fixed on Gu Qingfeng in stunned silence.
At this moment, everyone froze.
He… went back!?
Was the sect’s grand protective formation made of paper or something?!
Come out whenever he wants, go back whenever he pleases?!
The female disciples of the Sword Sect were especially dumbfounded. Their tears hadn’t even dried yet when, out of nowhere, the situation took a complete 180-degree turn.
They’d been tricked into shedding tears for nothing.
"Junior Brother Gu, you…" Dugu Wei stared wide-eyed at Gu Qingfeng, who now stood right beside him.
"AAAAH! You little brat! How dare you mock this lord?!" Wang Yan’s furious roar echoed from outside the sect.
"Keh keh keh…" Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly, reveling in the other’s frustration. "This lord is mocking you, you dumbass! Surprised? Shocked? Excited?"
This series of taunts drove Wang Yan into such a rage that he slammed multiple palm strikes against the Sword Sect’s protective formation.
"Hey, this lord’s out again!"
Another flash of light, and Gu Qingfeng reappeared outside the formation.
"Come get me, you old fart!"
"YOU DIE NOW!"
This time, Wang Yan truly lost his temper. Instead of attacking from a distance, he transformed into a streak of light and charged straight at Gu Qingfeng.
SWOOSH!
Light flashed—Gu Qingfeng was back inside.
"AAAAAH!" Wang Yan, grasping at empty air, roared in fury and began hammering the formation barrier with both fists.
Meanwhile, Gu Qingfeng stood less than ten centimeters away, separated only by the thin veil of the formation, smirking mockingly at his enemy.
That flimsy barrier might as well have been an insurmountable chasm—Wang Yan couldn’t lay a finger on him.
"Bastard! You got the guts to come out again?!" Wang Yan bellowed, eyes bulging with rage.
"Tch. Fine, old man, since you asked so nicely."
Another flash of light.
Wang Yan instantly unleashed his full power, poised like a hunting dog waiting at a rabbit’s burrow. The moment Gu Qingfeng took a single step outside, he’d grab him—no chance of escape.
As a Heavenly Monarch, he had absolute confidence in this.
But after Gu Qingfeng vanished from within the formation, Wang Yan scanned the surroundings… and found no trace of him.
"Over here, old man. Guess age really does make you blind."
Gu Qingfeng’s voice rang out from the distant horizon.
Turns out, he hadn’t teleported just outside the formation—he’d gone miles away.
Such was the might of the Heavenly Conveyance Array. Borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao, distance meant nothing in this world—it was all just a backyard to the Dao.
Wang Yan howled and shot toward the distant figure.
At that moment, Jian Xinghe, the usually silent sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain, suddenly made his move. A flying sword streaked across the sky, homing in on Gu Qingfeng’s location.
"Sword Seals the Eight Directions!"
With his roar, the space within a thousand-mile radius around Gu Qingfeng instantly solidified—Jian Xinghe had locked down the area to prevent escape.
Wang Yan’s face twisted with savage glee as he lunged forward to seize Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng merely sneered. Another flash of light, and he vanished—completely ignoring the spatial lockdown—reappearing safely within the Sword Sect once more.
Wang Yan grabbed nothing but air.
Jian Xinghe’s expression darkened. "Impossible! How can this brat ignore my spatial seal?!"
By now, both the Sword Sect disciples and their enemies outside were utterly dumbstruck. They watched as Gu Qingfeng toyed with Wang Yan like a man teasing a dog.
This was Wang Yan—the King of Hell, lord of the Netherworld Sect, a supreme Heavenly Monarch! Even in the entire Verdant Wood Domain, he stood at the pinnacle!
Yet here he was, being humiliated by a junior who hadn’t even reached the Heavenly Monarch realm. The sheer absurdity of it left everyone reeling.
"Hey, I’m out again! Come catch me!" Gu Qingfeng continued his taunting dance at the formation’s edge.
Wang Yan, trembling with fury, was about to charge again when Jian Xinghe stopped him.
"Brother Wang, do you truly wish to keep being played for a fool?"
The words snapped Wang Yan out of his rage. He glanced around and noticed the strange looks from the crowd—especially the Sword Sect disciples, who were barely suppressing their laughter, as if watching a clown.
His face burned with humiliation.
"Brother Wang, in my opinion, that boy must possess a spatial treasure. Otherwise, he’d never bypass a spatial seal. Don’t let him dictate the pace."
"Then what? Just let him prance around out there?!" Wang Yan gnashed his teeth.
"We must not fall into his rhythm. The moment we breach the Sword Sect’s formation, his antics end."
"Agreed." Duan Changsheng nodded. "Our priority is breaking the formation. With our numbers, no matter how strong their defenses, relentless assault will wear it down. Ignore the brat."
Reluctantly, Wang Yan yielded. The enemy forces regrouped, preparing to form their own grand array to dismantle the Sword Sect’s defenses.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Gu Qingfeng—the very spark that ignited this war—stood alone outside the formation, facing the sea of enemies, yet not a single soul came for him.
He moved through the battlefield as if detached from reality, untouched by the chaos.
(Of course, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t reckless enough to approach the Heavenly Monarchs too closely. At point-blank range, even the Heavenly Conveyance Array wouldn’t save him.)
Seeing that his taunts no longer worked, Gu Qingfeng finally returned to the Sword Sect.
The moment he stepped inside, he was met with the disciples’ stares—as if they’d seen a ghost.
"J-Junior Brother Gu… what kind of divine technique is this?" Dugu Wei stammered, his usual composure shattered.
What was supposed to be a grim battle for survival had turned into a farce, all thanks to Gu Qingfeng’s antics.
If even Dugu Wei was this shaken, the other disciples—especially the younger ones—were practically worshipping him like a deity.
So this is what an Imperial Scion is capable of?
No wonder he’s the chosen one. At just the Earthly Origin Realm, he’s toying with a Heavenly Monarch like it’s nothing.
At that moment, Lin Miaoke spoke up hesitantly, "Junior Brother Gu… is this the legendary Heavenly Conveyance Array?"
Having overseen the Sealing Heaven Forbidden Arts for years, Lin Miaoke, despite mastering only the basics, was intimately familiar with its contents. After careful observation, she concluded that Gu Qingfeng’s technique resembled one of the most profound arrays within the forbidden arts—the Heavenly Conveyance Array.
Gu Qingfeng nodded. "Sharp eyes, Senior Sister. That’s exactly what it is."
Lin Miaoke’s shock deepened. She knew full well how difficult it was to harness the Heavenly Dao’s power for teleportation—even Heavenly Monarchs couldn’t achieve it. How had Gu Qingfeng done it?
And if he’d mastered the Heavenly Conveyance Array… did that mean…?
"Gu... Junior Brother Gu, have you truly mastered the Heaven-Sealing Forbidden Art?" Lin Miaoke asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
"Yeah."
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.)
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
