After Lan Xiaoke dealt with those Rock Lizard monsters, Ye Chuan immediately released his spiritual sense to scan the area, only to find that not a single energy crystal core could be extracted from the hundreds of slain creatures.
"Seriously, how are they this broke?"
"The drop rate is absurdly low," Ye Chuan muttered, though he was somewhat accustomed to the infuriating rarity of crystal cores by now. Most of the time, he relied on the bespectacled girl at home to manually craft one, followed by him duplicating it with his replication magic.
Who would’ve thought that a measly little crystal core would require the combined efforts of two S-tier powerhouses in his household?
Truly terrifying.
But collecting these cores was a necessary step to unlock the tech tree, and Ye Chuan had no intention of grinding for them himself given the abysmal drop rates.
The smarter move was to let other super martial artists supply him instead.
Ye Chuan dismissed his transformation and waved at Wang Yanran. "Come with me for a moment, Yanran."
"Alright." She followed without hesitation.
The two entered a tent for privacy, where Ye Chuan noticed a young girl trailing behind Wang Yanran. The child bore a resemblance to her.
"This is my younger sister, Wang Nuonuo," Wang Yanran introduced. "She just became a Tier-1 super martial artist, so I brought her along to observe and learn how to fight those monsters."
"Um, hello~" Wang Nuonuo peeked out from behind her sister, her voice as soft and sweet as her name suggested.
"Adorable," Ye Chuan remarked, ruffling her hair before pinching her cheek. "Yanran, have her wait outside for now."
"Of course."
Wang Yanran coaxed her sister, who glanced back reluctantly before obediently stepping out to wait.
"What is it, Ye Chuan?" Wang Yanran scanned their surroundings, curiosity evident in her tone. Given the private setting, she assumed it had to be something important.
"This." Ye Chuan casually placed an ordinary armor transformation device on the table. "It’s a suit that lets you transform—you saw its effects earlier. I plan to supply these to your people."
Wang Yanran froze, her breath hitching as her eyes locked onto the device.
"Of course, it’s not as strong as mine," Ye Chuan added with a chuckle. "Think of it as a mass-produced model."
"Oh… that makes sense." Wang Yanran visibly relaxed. For a moment, she’d thought he meant everyone could become a golden meteor like him.
That would’ve been apocalyptic.
A world full of golden lightning bolts.
"How strong are these devices?" she asked.
"Hmm… anywhere from Tier 1 to Tier 9," Ye Chuan replied. While he could technically craft armor matching Golden Core-level strength, he wasn’t foolish enough to hand those out. Even Foundation-level gear was off the table.
"Tier 9?!" Wang Yanran’s expression turned dazed.
That powerful?
She understood the implication—these devices could be mass-produced. Meaning, mass-produced Tier-9 powerhouses?
As far as she knew, the Super Martial Alliance had only one or two individuals who’d ever reached Tier 9.
The idea of mass-producing them made her feel like she was dreaming.
If her family’s elders heard about this, they’d probably grumble endlessly—something about wasting their entire lives training. Pathetic as it sounded, there was nothing they could do.
"Are you planning to sell them for money, Ye Chuan?" Wang Yanran knew his obsession with wealth and couldn’t help asking.
"No. I’ll give you three Tier-9 devices and ten Tier-5 ones. Spread the word—they can be exchanged for crystal cores." He pulled out a core from his spatial backpack.
"These are extracted from monsters. The drop rate is minuscule."
Wang Yanran immediately grasped his scheme: an open exchange system.
"I’ll inform the major families. But the exchange rate…?"
"Ten cores for a Tier-9 device. Three for a Tier-5."
"Consider it done." She nodded.
She’d seen these cores before—highly valuable research materials, though even the Super Martial Alliance had very few. Still, she knew the moment this news spread…
The super martial artists would lose their minds.
Most of them weren’t short on cash, so money wasn’t a strong motivator. But transformation devices? That was another story.
Forget how cool they looked—the real appeal was instantly granting an ordinary fighter Tier-9 strength.
Anyone would be tempted, even if gathering ten cores seemed impossible.
Seeing Wang Yanran’s solemn expression, Ye Chuan smirked. "Do this well, and I won’t shortchange you."
He produced a pill. "Take it."
Wang Yanran stared for a second before swallowing it without hesitation. She trusted Ye Chuan wouldn’t harm her.
If he wanted to, he wouldn’t need such roundabout methods.
As the pill dissolved, an overwhelming surge of energy flooded her body. Her meridians expanded, and power poured in from all directions.
"Absorb that energy and store it in your dantian," Ye Chuan instructed, tapping her lower abdomen.
Wang Yanran shivered at the contact but quickly focused on channeling the spiritual energy.
Moments later, her eyes snapped open in shock. She’d broken through.
Is this… Tier-10 strength?
"Foundation Establishment—well, Tier-10 in your terms," Ye Chuan clarified. "Now, don’t forget what I asked."
Wang Yanran snapped back to reality, excitement coloring her voice. "Understood!"
To Ye Chuan, crafting low-tier devices was child’s play. Besides, anything below Tier-10 would soon become obsolete as super martial artists leveled up rapidly with the rifts’ emergence.
Even the pills would depreciate.
With a "strike while the iron’s hot" mentality, he had to capitalize on this opportunity.
After their talk, the two stepped out of the tent. Ye Chuan’s gaze drifted into the distance, where Lan Xiaoke hovered near a rift, hammer slung over her shoulder, seemingly lost in thought.
"What’s up?" Ye Chuan teleported beside her. "Something wrong?"
"Ye Chuan, I think I heard someone callin’ my name from over there," Lan Xiaoke said, pointing at the rift.
"Someone called you? What do you mean?"
"…" She scratched her head. "Eh, maybe I imagined it."
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!
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
