Ye Chuan glared and shouted angrily, "I didn’t provoke you, yet you dare to attack me privately, ignoring the rules of the Super Martial Assembly?!"
"Where is justice? Where is fairness?"
"Where is your decency?!"
Lei Hao, the young master of the Lei Family, lay on the ground clutching his face, dumbfounded as he stared at Ye Chuan’s exaggerated display of righteous indignation.
Wait a minute—there’s still a slap mark on my face.
Damn, he had never seen such a shameless man before—hitting someone and then playing the victim first.
"Wasn’t this you who hit me?!" Lei Hao stood up, pointing at the red handprint on his cheek.
"Tsk, what nonsense." Ye Chuan clasped his hands behind his back and glanced sideways. "Since you insist on framing me, I’ll prove my innocence."
Slap!
With that, Ye Chuan struck Lei Hao again in front of everyone, the crisp sound resonating as if it had landed on the faces of all the Lei Family disciples.
"The slap marks are completely different. This is the shape of my slap—now apologize!" Ye Chuan pointed at Lei Hao’s swollen face, now resembling a pig’s head.
"Are you kidding me?! You hit me with your left hand earlier, now you’re using your right—of course the marks are different!"
Ye Chuan replied coolly,
"And how can you be so sure my left-hand slap looks like that?"
"I’m just proving my innocence."
The words triggered Lei Hao, who clenched his fist, lightning flickering around it.
"I’ll fight you to the death!" With a furious roar, Lei Hao lunged forward.
But in the next second, his body twisted unnaturally, and his fist smashed into the face of another Lei Family young master instead.
A scream erupted.
Lei Hao staggered back in disbelief. "Huh?!"
"Brother Hao, why did you hit me?!" The other young master was stunned, his speech slurred from the blow that had shattered seven or eight of his teeth.
"I—I didn’t mean to hit you! My fist just… curved on its own!" Lei Hao finally snapped out of his daze and glared at Ye Chuan. "You did this?!"
"I, Huang Haotian, have always acted with integrity—I never resort to underhanded tricks." Ye Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering despite the absence of wind.
Of course, he had secretly used his spiritual energy to redirect Lei Hao’s punch.
"Fine! What a great Huang Haotian you are!"
Lei Hao’s face, already swollen from Ye Chuan’s slaps, turned even redder with rage, making him look even more like a pig’s head. "In the Super Martial Assembly’s arena, life and death are decided by fate. Pray that the Lei Family doesn’t draw the Wang Family in the matches."
"Huang Haotian, I’ll remember you!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuan casually raised his hand, and the group flinched before scrambling away in panic.
Hmm…
Ye Chuan still wanted to play with them a little longer.
Should he drag them back?
As he pondered, Wang Yanran, who had witnessed the scene, stepped forward to thank him. "Thank you, Ye Chuan. Those guys have always been arrogant—our Wang Family’s younger generation couldn’t handle them."
"It’s nothing." Ye Chuan waved it off.
"Ye Chuan, when did you change your name to Huang Haotian?" Bai Qianshuang asked curiously from the side.
Since these opponents were too weak, Bai Qianshuang hadn’t even bothered to intervene—Ye Chuan had just been toying with them.
"The name Huang Haotian has a nice ring to it," Ye Chuan said.
Back on the Tianxuan Continent, he’d often used this alias when stirring up trouble.
"I see." Bai Qianshuang seemed to understand.
When traveling incognito, it was wise to avoid using one’s real name.
During her own days being hunted, Bai Qianshuang had once disguised herself as a man under the alias Black Deepflame—yet the Qingyun Sect still tracked her down.
Only later did she realize they had planted a soul mark on her, making it impossible to hide no matter what name she used.
All that effort for nothing.
After resting in their rooms for a while, Wang Yanran led Ye Chuan and the others to the Super Martial Assembly’s opening.
"Ye Chuan, it’s time to go," Wang Yanran said.
"Alright, let’s move."
……
Inside the grand hall of the mountain estate, a massive arena loomed like a slumbering beast. The circular platform, dozens of meters in diameter, was paved with polished granite slabs, their cold, unyielding surface gleaming under the light.
The edges of the arena were carved with intricate patterns of fierce beasts, their grooves and patina revealing years of history.
A treasure at first glance.
The spectator stands were packed with members of two dozen prominent Super Martial Families, their expressions solemn.
The elders of each family stood at the forefront, dressed in ornate robes embroidered with rare gems—each detail a testament to their lineage’s prestige. Their eyes burned with intensity as they fixed their gazes on the arena.
This was the battleground where the Super Martial Alliance would determine each family’s resource allocation—a matter that would shape their future for years to come.
The younger generation stood tall behind them, excitement flickering in their eyes as they watched in silence. The air was thick with tension, breaths held in anticipation of the coming clashes.
Soon, an elderly man appeared at the center of the arena. His voice, though calm, carried effortlessly to every corner.
"Everyone’s here, I presume? I doubt any family would be late on such an important occasion."
Wang Yanran whispered to Ye Chuan, "That’s Elder Xu, one of the Super Martial Alliance’s leaders and the referee for this assembly."
"Oh?" Ye Chuan glanced at him, but seeing that the man wasn’t even at the Foundation Establishment level, he quickly lost interest.
Elder Xu continued, "No need for lengthy introductions. Twenty-four Super Martial Families will compete in a tournament format. Each family will send three young warriors under the age of thirty-five."
"The first match begins now."
"Xu Family, Hu Family!"
The named families tensed, swiftly sending their chosen fighters to the stage.
"Xu Nian’an!"
"Hu Shan!"
Both were second-tier Super Martial Artists—roughly equivalent to early-stage Qi Condensation cultivators, just beginning to grasp supernatural techniques.
"Xu Nian’an is the Xu Family’s youngest genius. Rumor has it he’s already half a step into the third tier at just twenty-four, specializing in speed," Wang Yanran explained.
"Hu Shan is no slouch either. The Hu Family excels in physical strength—at lower tiers, their raw power overwhelms most peers."
Bai Qianshuang, however, remarked flatly,
"They’re weak."
Ye Chuan nodded. "True. You’re right, Qianshuang."
Wang Yanran: "…"
Well…
Of course they couldn’t compare to you two.
Wang Yanran hadn’t even reached the second tier herself—to her, Xu Nian’an and Hu Shan were already formidable.
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?"
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
