The white-robed young man laughed. "Your humor... Ahhh!!!"
Before he could finish his words, his entire body jolted as if electrocuted. He retreated violently, his face twisted in horror as he let out a piercing scream.
The cause of this sudden change was a single flicker of flame.
A tiny flame.
A small flame known as the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame.
A deep, amethyst-like fire ignited on the white-robed youth’s chest—none other than the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame, a power belonging to his kin!
"Ahhh! The... the... Star-Extreme Demonic Flame!!!" The white-robed youth shrieked like a man who had seen a ghost, his earlier composure shattered, now resembling a hysterical madman.
All because of the infamous reputation—and terrifying might—of the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame.
"Y-you... just who are you?! How could you possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame of the Immortal King?!"
Screaming in panic, the white-robed youth frantically unleashed every fire-suppressing technique he knew, desperately trying to extinguish the tiny flame.
Alas, the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame was not something a being of his level could ever hope to quell.
In an instant, the deep purple demonic fire raged wildly, spreading across his chest, neck, limbs, and back. No matter how violently he expelled his magic power, it was useless.
He could only watch helplessly as his body was engulfed in flames.
"Star-Extreme Immortal King is my kin," Gu Qingfeng said leisurely.
By now, the white-robed youth had been burned down to nothing but a golden skeleton, his entire form reduced to a charred husk.
Yet, he was not dead.
With a thud, he collapsed to his knees.
"My lord! We’re on the same side! You are of the Immortal King’s bloodline, and I am but his lowly servant! Please, my lord, withdraw your divine power!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The golden skeleton kowtowed frantically.
"Same side, my ass! Go ask King Yama in hell—do you even deserve to call yourself that?" Gu Qingfeng kicked the golden skeleton to the ground.
Then, he pulled out the Immortal-Binding Chains and wrapped them around the skeleton, instantly sealing its magic power. The flames, now unchecked, intensified.
"Ahhh! Spare me!!"
In the end, he perished amidst agonized screams.
Gu Qingfeng hurriedly recalled the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame, then stared at the skeleton—now reduced to barely a tenth of its original form—with a pained expression.
"What a waste!"
"The spatial ring is gone, all his magic power burned away, and only a few bones remain. And I didn’t even get to visit the Star-Extreme Immortal Dynasty. Tsk."
He sighed deeply, as if he had just lost a fortune. This was exactly why he disliked using the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame—its power was immense, but after killing someone, there was nothing left to loot.
Nearby, Ye Wuyou stood frozen in shock. What the hell just happened?!
A lofty Golden Immortal expert—gone in the blink of an eye?!
And why did his adoptive father possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?
Could it really be true, as he claimed, that the Star-Extreme Immortal King was his kin?
Meanwhile, at the source of the Star River, within the Star-Extreme Immortal Dynasty...
Inside a magnificent palace constructed from divine jade and immortal gold...
A man as majestic as a celestial god abruptly opened his eyes.
"Mo Xing is dead? What in the heavens happened?!"
His thunderous voice resonated like the laws of the cosmos, shaking the void itself.
A figure shrouded in immortal light—its form indistinct—immediately appeared, dropping to its knees before the godlike man, trembling.
"My lord Marquis, allow me to explain. The situation is as follows..."
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, the subordinate finished recounting the events, his voice quivering.
The Marquis listened in silence, then spoke with eerie calm.
"So, the same person who annihilated the Lower Reaches Barrier slaughtered the Middle Reaches Barrier, then killed Mo Xing. Is that correct?"
The subordinate shuddered violently, his soul nearly fleeing his body. Having served the Marquis for years, he knew his master’s temper all too well.
If the Marquis shouted or raged, it meant there was still hope. But when he spoke with chilling composure—death was certain.
"Y-yes, my lord! But please, hear me out! I originally assigned a captain of the Immortal Palace guards to handle this matter, but that lazy bastard accepted the mission and then went on a trip, passing the task to an Upper Reaches official instead. That official did the same—promised to act but did nothing, dumping it onto a Middle Reaches official. The Middle Reaches official, used to flouting orders, just sent a random subordinate. The real blame lies with that damned captain—"
"Enough!"
The Marquis roared, his voice like a thunderclap. The void around them fractured instantly.
Boom!
The subordinate was sent flying, blood gushing from his mouth.
Yet, he had no time to recover. Scrambling back on his knees, he kowtowed repeatedly.
"My lord, spare your wrath! This lowly one deserves death, but please, do not harm your noble health!"
"You do deserve death! I entrusted this matter to you, yet not only did you delegate it, you couldn’t even manage that properly?" the Marquis seethed.
"My lord, it’s not that I didn’t wish to handle it personally, but I feared neglecting my duties to you. The servants might grow lax in my absence—"
"Are you blaming me now?"
The subordinate’s face turned ashen. He kowtowed like a madman. "This lowly one dares not! I would never—"
Boom!
A radiant beam of immortal light shot from the Marquis’s eyes, striking the subordinate. Without even a scream, his body vaporized into nothingness.
Silence fell over the palace.
After a long pause, the Marquis waved his hand. A crystalline mirror materialized in the void, its surface displaying scenes like a screen—revealing the battle between Gu Qingfeng and Mo Xing.
This ability to peer into the past showcased the Marquis’s extraordinary power.
At first, the Marquis watched expressionlessly. But the moment the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame appeared, he shot up from his seat, eyes wide with shock.
"The Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?! How is this possible?"
"Only that old fox, the Star-Extreme Immortal King, can control this flame. Could it be that the old monster isn’t dead after all? That he succeeded in reincarnating? Is this man his reincarnated form?"
He shook his head violently. "No! Impossible! If it were truly him, he would never act so brazenly before regaining his strength. But then... how does this man possess the Star-Extreme Demonic Flame?"
Just then, Gu Qingfeng’s voice echoed from the mirror.
"Star-Extreme Immortal King is my kin."
The Marquis’s gaze sharpened. "Kin? The Star-Extreme Demonic Flame? Then... could he be a descendant of that old monster?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes, that must be it. Only this explanation makes sense."
Relief washed over the Marquis’s face, color returning to his cheeks. It seemed he had been deeply afraid that the Star-Extreme Immortal King was still alive.
"So, the Star-Demon bloodline still exists in this world."
【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.)
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
