"Elder Demon Gu! We've already given you the Qiankun Ring, why are you still lingering in the Heavenly Court?" a Nine-Star Supreme from the Heavenly Court shouted.
Among the Heavenly Court's ranks, aside from the deceased Holy Master, his cultivation was the highest, so it naturally fell to him to step forward despite his reluctance.
"Why?" Gu Qingfeng cast a disdainful glance at him and sneered. "Naturally, I'm here as a guest. Is this how the illustrious Heavenly Court treats its visitors? Since this venerable one has arrived, shouldn't you hurry to arrange a palace and some holy maidens to receive me?"
The Nine-Star Supreme's face instantly twisted in fury.
"Didn't you just promise to leave once you obtained the Emperor's Scripture? Now that you have it, why won't you go? Must you force our Heavenly Court's Quasi-Emperor to intervene?"
"Keh keh keh... This venerable one did promise, but that was to the Holy Master of the Heavenly Court. Now that he's dead, the promise is void. As for the Quasi-Emperor? Hah! If you dare, go ahead and summon him!"
Gu Qingfeng's expression was one of utter contempt. With a wave of his hand, he addressed his retinue of enslaved cultivators: "Come, that palace over there looks suitable. We shall reside there tonight."
Without sparing another glance at the furious crowd, he led his entourage of over a hundred Supremes in a grand procession toward the opulent palace.
Upon arrival, Gu Qingfeng sensed the presence of other cultivators inside and coldly ordered his enslaved followers: "Clear them out."
"As you command, Venerable One!"
In an instant, the hundred-plus enslaved cultivators stormed the palace, forcibly ejecting its occupants one by one. Chaos erupted—shouts, screams, and the clamor of struggle filled the air.
"Venerable One, the area has been cleared. Please enter."
Gu Qingfeng gave a slight nod and strode inside, while his Supremes took positions around the palace like divine sentinels, their oppressive auras warning all to keep their distance.
The Supremes of the Heavenly Court and the Underworld watched helplessly as Gu Qingfeng flaunted his arrogance, their faces burning with humiliation.
But with the Holy Master and the Underworld's Lord dead, they lacked leadership. Though seething with rage, none dared speak out.
As for revenge?
What a joke! This was the incarnation of a Heavenly Demon! Even the Holy Master and the Underworld's Lord had fallen. Without a Quasi-Emperor stepping forth, who could possibly restrain him?
Yet the problem was, Elder Demon Gu wasn't annihilating their sects—just tormenting them. Under such circumstances, the Quasi-Emperors would not intervene.
"Are we to simply endure this demon's insolence?" one Supreme spat bitterly.
"Then let us fight! Even if we must sacrifice our lives, we’ll show Elder Demon Gu our resolve and force the Quasi-Emperors to suppress him!"
A few prideful Supremes, unable to bear the disgrace, were ready for a desperate stand. But such fearless souls were few. The rest exchanged uneasy glances.
Why throw away their lives against an unbeatable foe?
Especially now, in this era of great contention, when boundless opportunities lay ahead—who would willingly die?
Besides, what had the demon actually done? He was merely a guest in the Heavenly Court. Given its vast resources, why not let him stay?
"Brothers, do not act rashly. Heaven's destruction begins with madness. This demon's arrogance will be his downfall. Just wait a few years—you’ll see."
"Brother Li speaks wisely. We must not act on impulse. Very well, this old man will risk his life to seek an audience with our Quasi-Emperor and hear his guidance before deciding our next move."
After much deliberation, they resolved to bide their time.
The hot-headed few, seeing no other recourse, sighed and departed.
The Underworld's forces hurried back as well, for the death of their Lord was no trivial matter. They, too, intended to report to their Quasi-Emperor.
......
Deep within the Heavenly Court, in a hidden sanctum, the Supremes had chosen Fu Yangxi to approach their slumbering Quasi-Emperor.
"Ancestor Thirteen, this junior, Fu Yangxi, bears urgent news."
Fu Yangxi bowed deeply before a massive crystal.
Within the crystal stood a towering figure, his presence as vast and unyielding as a mountain. Though his eyes were closed in slumber, threads of imperial majesty seeped from him, deep as the abyss, vast as the sea.
He resembled a god descending upon the mortal realm, inspiring such awe that one might kneel in worship.
Whoosh!
The figure's eyes snapped open, unleashing a piercing divine light.
His gaze fell upon Fu Yangxi.
In that instant, Fu Yangxi felt as though a towering divine mountain pressed upon him. His breath grew labored, sweat drenching his robes.
"Speak," came a voice as indifferent as a deity addressing a mortal.
Though calm, the undertone of irritation was unmistakable.
Fu Yangxi knew that if his words proved worthless, death would be immediate.
A Quasi-Emperor's lifespan was precious. Even this momentary awakening was a significant drain.
Gritting his teeth, he swiftly recounted Gu Qingfeng's identity as a Heavenly Demon's incarnation, his actions, and pleaded for the Quasi-Emperor to intervene, vanquishing the demon and saving the Cangming Realm from calamity.
Ancestor Thirteen listened, then replied indifferently, "Understood. Leave."
Fu Yangxi hesitated. "Ancestor Thirteen, do you not intend to punish—"
"Begone!"
A single thunderous word erupted like rolling thunder, shaking the heavens. Fu Yangxi paled, not daring to speak further. He kowtowed in apology, then fled without looking back.
Ancestor Thirteen paid no mind to the retreating figure. Instead, his burning gaze fixed on a distant point within the Heavenly Court. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, deep in thought.
"A Heavenly Demon's incarnation? Interesting. You’ve done this emperor a great service. Without you drawing the Heavenly Demons here, I might never have lived to see the era of great contention."
With that, Ancestor Thirteen returned to slumber.
He had no intention of killing Gu Qingfeng. First, the Heavenly Court was not yet in mortal peril. Second, as a conduit for the Heavenly Demons, Gu Qingfeng was a guide. If he died, what if the Heavenly Demons failed to locate the Cangming Realm?
Would the great calamity then vanish? Would the Heavenly Dao, seeing the threat averted, cancel the era of great contention?
These were uncertainties he could not afford. With his lifespan dwindling, he dared not gamble.
In his heart, nothing mattered more than attaining the rank of Emperor. What were factions and sects? Once he became the Heavenly Emperor, he alone would be the greatest power in existence!
......
"Elder Fu, what did Ancestor Thirteen say?" Several Supremes pressed Fu Yangxi anxiously.
Fu Yangxi sighed and shook his head. "Ancestor Thirteen refuses to awaken."
"Refuses!? So we just let Elder Demon Gu trample over our Heavenly Court!? Do you know what he just did? He took the ten-thousand-year Qilin Fruits from the forbidden mountain as a midnight snack! Those fruits take ten thousand years to ripen, and he plucked every last one!" a Supreme roared in outrage.
A pained expression flickered across Fu Yangxi's face, but he forced himself to remain composed. "Let him eat them. More will grow in time. As long as he doesn’t harm anyone..."
"They won’t. He uprooted the Qilin Tree."
"What!? This demon has gone too far!"
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?"
【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.)
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
