"I've told you, I never stole anything from the sect!" Jiu'er stood defiantly, her face flushed with anger.
The male disciple in front of her sneered. "Hmph, whether you did or not will be clear once we investigate. Why are you so afraid to let anyone check your cave residence and storage pouch? Do you have something to hide?"
Jiu'er hadn’t expected this person to be so malicious. Her cheeks burned red as she retorted, "I have my own reasons!"
The truth was, Jiu'er possessed a high-grade sword technique given to her by Ye Chuan. It was only natural to keep such wealth concealed, especially since she was merely a menial disciple. If others found out, it could bring trouble to Ye Chuan.
Perhaps she had been too cautious when returning to her cave residence that day, but she hadn’t anticipated being spotted by Niu Er, a fellow disciple she’d always clashed with—who then reported her.
"Jiu'er, if you really didn’t take anything, why refuse to let anyone search your cave?"
"Exactly! We cultivators walk the righteous path. If you’re innocent, why fear an inspection?"
"Jiu'er… you didn’t actually steal from the sect, did you?"
The surrounding menial disciples chattered among themselves, their words piling pressure on Jiu'er until her explanations sounded feeble no matter how she defended herself.
Just then, someone shouted, "It’s the Purple Progeny!"
The crowd turned as one, spotting Zi Ning'er and Ye Chuan approaching. The disciples quickly parted to make way for them.
"What’s going on here?" Zi Ning'er asked, her voice cool. The commotion among the menial disciples was unusual—and strangely, no elders had intervened.
Where were the outer sect elders when they were needed?
"Reporting to the Purple Progeny," the male disciple opposing Jiu'er spoke up, "I suspect this menial disciple, Jiu'er, has stolen sect property. I demanded to search her cave and storage pouch, but she stubbornly refuses. Clearly, she’s hiding something."
"Stolen?" Jiu'er protested immediately. "I didn’t! I would never steal from the sect!"
Her eyes flickered to Ye Chuan, who had arrived alongside Zi Ning'er, and she shook her head slightly.
"Stolen?" Ye Chuan now spoke. "What makes you suspect her?"
The male disciple glanced at Ye Chuan’s robes, recognizing him as another Progeny disciple, and his tone became respectful. "Progeny, my name is Niu Er. Jiu'er and I came from the same village as menial disciples."
"She’s always had a habit of petty theft since childhood. The other day, I saw her sneaking back to her cave, acting suspiciously and sealing her door tightly—as if afraid someone might discover a secret."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan understood the situation. It was likely the high-grade cultivation manual he’d given Jiu'er that caused the misunderstanding. Perhaps she had been overly cautious, drawing unnecessary attention.
"So, Niu Er," Ye Chuan said calmly.
"Yes, Progeny?"
"You’re saying that based on mere suspicion—without any proof—you have the right to search someone’s cave and storage pouch?" Ye Chuan smiled faintly. "You didn’t even see what she supposedly took, yet you’re certain it’s sect property?"
Niu Er faltered. "I—if she didn’t steal anything, why act so guilty? She won’t let anyone search! That proves she’s hiding something!"
"Oh?" Ye Chuan raised a brow. "So if I refused to let you search my belongings, would that mean I’m guilty too?"
"Wha—Progeny, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just—"
"The burden of proof lies with the accuser," Ye Chuan said flatly. "You have no evidence, just a baseless assumption. Does that give you the right to invade anyone’s privacy?"
Niu Er’s forehead beaded with sweat.
Even he could tell now that Ye Chuan was siding with Jiu'er. "But—but she was acting suspiciously!"
"And why must that mean theft? Couldn’t it be an opportunity she stumbled upon?" Ye Chuan countered. "Where’s your proof of stolen goods?"
Niu Er had none—because he’d fabricated the accusation.
"If Jiu'er’s cave yields nothing, or nothing belonging to the sect…" Ye Chuan paused, glancing at Zi Ning'er beside him.
"Senior Sister, what’s the punishment for slandering a fellow disciple?"
"Naturally," Zi Ning'er replied, studying Ye Chuan briefly. "False accusations warrant expulsion—after crippling the offender’s cultivation."
Niu Er froze for a few seconds. Realizing the tide had turned against him, he steeled himself and doubled down. "I’m not lying! I saw her steal from the sect! I demand her cave and storage pouch be searched!"
He knew Ye Chuan was protecting Jiu'er, though he couldn’t fathom how a menial disciple had gained a Progeny’s favor. But now, he had no choice but to push forward.
"Well?!" Niu Er glared at Jiu'er, his voice rising. "Hand over your storage pouch! Prove your innocence!"
"Junior Brother, since that's the case, let's search the quarters of that servant disciple," Zi Ning'er suggested.
Jiu'er wore a troubled expression, but she truly hadn't stolen anything. The high-grade sword manual in her possession had been given by Ye Chuan. Still, if a search was demanded, she wasn’t afraid—she only worried it might cause trouble for Ye Chuan.
"There’s no need to search the quarters," Ye Chuan interjected. "If we allow random suspicions to justify ransacking someone’s dwelling, wouldn’t it make our Qingyun Sect a laughingstock?"
Zi Ning'er seemed taken aback. "Then, Junior Brother, do you have a better solution?"
"I do."
Ye Chuan recalled the recent batch of peculiar gadgets his home’s scientific sunflowers had produced for him. Reaching into his sleeve, he rummaged around before pulling out a small vial.
[Item: Truth Serum
Effect: Forces the drinker to speak only the truth for ten minutes after consumption.]
"This is the Divine Elixir of Truth. A single sip compels the drinker to speak nothing but honesty." The moment Ye Chuan spoke, murmurs of disbelief spread among the surrounding disciples.
Could such a potion truly exist?
"Junior Brother, where did you obtain this?" Zi Ning'er asked. She had never heard of such a rare item.
If it truly forced the truth, then methods like soul-searching for interrogation would become obsolete.
"I developed it myself. It only works on those of lower cultivation levels," Ye Chuan explained.
"Ah, limited to weaker cultivators. I see." Zi Ning'er's enthusiasm dimmed. If that were the case, its value was far less impressive.
What useful information could low-level cultivators possibly hold?
Of course, this was pure fabrication on Ye Chuan’s part. The serum had no such restriction—and with the recipe unlocked, he could produce it at will.
He simply wanted to test its effects.
"You—drink it." Ye Chuan’s gaze fixed on Niu Er, whose face had paled drastically.

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!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”