After feeling excited for a while, Gu Qingfeng got up from his bed, ready to start practicing the Dragon God Technique.
After all, it was sent all the way from the capital by his family, so out of both sentiment and reason, he had to give it a try and not waste their sincere efforts.
Opening the Dragon God Technique, Gu Qingfeng began to study it thoroughly. Despite his photographic memory and clear spiritual awareness, it still took him a full hour to completely grasp its intricacies, which showed just how profound the technique was.
Moreover, Gu Qingfeng discovered that the Dragon God Technique wasn’t the complete version—it only supported cultivation up to the Gang Qi Realm, with nothing beyond that.
What a stingy family, keeping such tight control over their techniques.
Gu Yang’s cultivation was at the Gang Qi Realm, so they only gave him the technique up to that level. Were they afraid he might betray them or something?
It seemed that a trip to the Gu family in the capital would be inevitable in the future.
However, the Gu family’s ancestor, Gu Shaoshang, was a Dragon Transformation Realm powerhouse. With his current strength, Gu Qingfeng could only handle martial masters at best. There was no way he could take on a Dragon Transformation Realm expert. To be safe, he decided to wait until after Demon Pu and the Blood Demon had their way with him before making the trip.
Putting aside his wandering thoughts, Gu Qingfeng began cultivating according to the methods recorded in the Dragon God Technique.
The Pure Yang Limitless Qi within his body began to shatter and mutate, slowly transforming into Dragon God Qi. As the original Qi disintegrated, a strand of Dragon God Qi quietly condensed within Gu Qingfeng’s body. The moment the Dragon God Qi appeared, he felt his bloodline slightly boil, as if resonating with the Dragon God Qi.
This subtle sensation made Gu Qingfeng marvel internally. As expected of a technique tailored for the Dragon Bloodline—it was a perfect match.
As the Dragon God Technique circulated, Gu Qingfeng observed through internal vision as the strand of Dragon God Qi began to move through his meridians, like a swimming fish. It traveled through the lower abdomen’s dantian, the qi sea in front of the body, the purple palace at the heart, the throat, the sun acupoint on the head, and finally the crown of the head.
After reaching the top, it descended along the spine’s divine gate, passing through the perineum, the soles of the feet at the bubbling spring acupoint, and finally returning to the dantian.
During this full cycle, wherever the Dragon God Qi passed, it absorbed the Pure Yang Limitless Qi like clockwork, gradually growing stronger. By the time it returned to the dantian, its volume had more than doubled.
The speed of its growth left Gu Qingfeng inwardly astonished.
This was his first cultivation session after his bloodline had enhanced his talent. Without taking any pills, his speed was several times faster than before.
This was partly due to the Dragon God Technique’s perfect compatibility with him, but more so because of the talent boost from his Dragon Bloodline.
If Gu Qingfeng’s original talent could be considered low-grade, then after the Dragon Bloodline enhancement, his talent had skipped past low-mid and mid-grade, directly reaching high-mid grade.
This was what people called “high-mid talent”—truly terrifying.
Although it wasn’t top-tier talent, in a small place like Wutong County, it was enough to be called a genius.
As for being a genius, Gu Qingfeng felt he shouldn’t get too arrogant. He needed to cultivate step by step, steadily and diligently. After all, what had he relied on to get this far? Wasn’t it his perseverance and down-to-earth attitude?
Sure, the system had helped a little, but it couldn’t assist him in cultivation at the moment. So, in the end, his current cultivation was the result of his own hard work, bit by bit.
To achieve longevity in martial cultivation, one must rely on diligence as the boat, effort as the oar, and perseverance as the sail, pushing forward with sweat to travel further.
With this in mind, Gu Qingfeng no longer felt inflated by his slight talent boost. He took out a True Essence Pill, swallowed it, and then devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.
Time flew by like a white horse galloping past a gap, and before he knew it, three days had passed.
Gu Qingfeng, who had been immersed in cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils shone like stars, radiating light.
As the brilliance in his eyes faded, a unique aura of the sixth level of Qi Gathering burst forth from his body.
Sixth level of Qi Gathering!
Gu Qingfeng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, a hint of joy in his expression.
“I never thought that in just three days, I’ve not only fully converted my Pure Yang Limitless Qi into Dragon God Qi but also broke through to the sixth level of Qi Gathering. This cultivation speed is probably unmatched in the entire Demon Suppression Bureau.”
After marveling for a while, he checked the time and realized it was almost time to meet Demon Pu.
So, Gu Qingfeng left his residence and headed to the ruined temple at Ten-Mile Slope outside the city, the place Demon Pu had designated for their meeting.
When he arrived at the ruined temple, Gu Qingfeng scanned the desolate surroundings but saw no sign of Demon Pu.
Gu Qingfeng thought to himself, could Demon Pu have stood him up?
Just then, suddenly!
The sound of flapping wings came from the distance, and a pitch-black crow flew into the temple.
Gu Qingfeng looked closely and noticed that the crow had a strand of red hair on its head.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t hair at all—it was a red dandelion.
Seeing this, Gu Qingfeng immediately understood.
No wonder it didn’t have the slightest hint of demonic aura—it felt like an ordinary crow.
It seemed Demon Pu had taken control of this crow to deliver a message.
The crow landed by the temple window and stared motionlessly at Gu Qingfeng. Suddenly, it opened its beak, and Demon Pu’s voice came out: “Gu Qingfeng, at the hour of Yin tonight, I will send someone to lure Li Qianren away. At that time, follow the plan. Once it’s done, I’ll tell you the next steps.”
“Where do I find you after it’s done?” Gu Qingfeng asked.
However, the crow didn’t respond. The red dandelion on its head instantly dissipated, and the crow fell straight from the window, dead.
“Damn it!” Gu Qingfeng cursed. “I’m the only one here in this godforsaken place. Was it really necessary to be so cryptic and secretive? Couldn’t you have said one more sentence?
With this attitude, you deserve to be stood up. The hour of Yin, huh? Just wait and see.”
The hour of Yin, from 3 to 5 a.m., was close to dawn and the time when the Demon Suppression Bureau’s enforcers were in their deepest sleep, as they were usually night owls.
After all, demons and monsters were most active at night, especially during the midnight hour.
It had to be said, Demon Pu knew how to pick the right time.
Gu Qingfeng smirked and then returned to the Demon Suppression Bureau. He was a bit annoyed—he’d traveled all that way just to hear a single sentence. How boring.
So, he went to the Demon Suppression Prison to “cleanse his eyes” with the little Corpse Charm.
The trauma left by He Fenghua last time was indelible, and it would take hours of “cleansing” to recover.
Thus, Gu Qingfeng stayed in the little Corpse Charm’s room until evening.
At night, as if nothing had happened, he called Wang Fatty and Xu Daizi to go drink at the Heavenly Fragrance Tower.
After the Shadow Demon incident last time, the Heavenly Fragrance Tower had been closed for several days. Now that it was finally open, Gu Qingfeng naturally had to show his support.
They drank until the hour of Yin, the time agreed upon with Demon Pu.
Then, Gu Qingfeng righteously declined the request from the beautiful women to keep drinking until dawn. He returned to his residence reeking of alcohol and perfume, and promptly fell asleep.
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
