Ye Chuan's sword energy carried no mercy, surging like a raging storm toward the parasitic monster Torres!
The twisted grin on the monster's face instantly vanished. Sensing the aura of death, it scrambled away in a panic, barely dodging the incoming slash.
"Boom!" The sword energy struck the wall behind, sending up a cloud of dust as the impact reduced the stone to powder.
"You—you have no conscience!" the monster shrieked. "Wasn't he already my host?"
Ye Chuan merely tilted his head. "But you didn't parasitize me. I just want to kill you, you disgusting thing."
"You—you—have you no morals?!"
"Look at you, getting all worked up." Ye Chuan stifled a laugh.
"You… you…" The monster's eyes darted around, clearly searching for an escape route—it had never encountered someone like this before.
"Go ahead, scream. No one—no monster—will come to save you." Ye Chuan advanced step by step, sword in hand, his face half-hidden in the dim light, exuding overwhelming pressure.
In the next instant, he vanished.
Torres only saw darkness before a hand suddenly clamped onto his face, gripping him with terrifying force.
"Let's test this." Ye Chuan unleashed his full chaotic energy, dark power enveloping Torres's entire body. A sizzling sound, like water dousing flames, filled the air.
Torres's limbs twisted and writhed, his mouth gaping open in a silent scream.
After what felt like an eternity, Ye Chuan released him, and Torres collapsed to the ground.
"Ugh…" He retched violently, spewing thick black liquid until nothing remained. Weakly, he looked up—
"Si… Sir Xi?" Torres's voice was faint, his consciousness seemingly restored as he stared at Ye Chuan.
"Ah, awake now?"
"Did you… save me? It was controlling my body… I must have caused you trouble." Torres rubbed his aching head. "And you still protected me… Thank you."
Ye Chuan sheathed his sword and patted his shoulder. "No need. We're comrades."
After receiving treatment, Torres stood up. "I'll find a way to repay you for the healing."
"Wow, you're being unusually considerate." Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow.
Torres scratched his head. "By the way… where’s the princess?"
"She went with that… uh… dragon guy—Kaiaolen—to clean up the remaining monsters. He’s planning to rally the other lords and head to the royal capital." Ye Chuan shrugged. "I just came to rescue you."
"Thank you…" Torres smiled.
Leading Torres out of the underground prison, Ye Chuan soon met Kaiaolen. The ground was littered with monster corpses—clearly, the cleanup was thorough.
"Princess Irena!" Torres rushed toward her the moment he spotted her.
"Torres! I’m so glad you’re safe." Relief washed over Irena’s face before she turned to Ye Chuan gratefully. "Thank you, Sir Xi."
Ye Chuan simply shrugged.
"Sir Xi, the suspected monsters in the territory have been dealt with," Kaiaolen said, arms crossed. "But many more remain hidden, blending in as humans. If we’re heading to the capital, we need a way to identify them."
"Can detection magic work?" Irena asked.
"No, I’ve already tried." Kaiaolen shook his head.
All eyes turned to Ye Chuan.
"Baa?" Ye Chuan blinked. "Why’s everyone staring at me?"
"Heh, I just thought you might have a trick up your sleeve," Kaiaolen chuckled. "After all, you purged that parasite."
Ye Chuan’s chaotic energy was indeed the bane of those creatures, but he had no intention of screening the entire population.
"Still…" An idea struck him.
Why not ask the loli granny?
Or maybe even Kora-A-Mon?
"Eh, I’m about to log off anyway." Ye Chuan checked the time before addressing Kaiaolen. "I’ll look into the monster identification thing."
"Good."
After collecting his reward and letting Kaiaolen handle the territory’s affairs, Ye Chuan saved his progress and logged out.
……
……
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room.
Familiar bed, familiar computer, familiar ceiling.
"Tired…" Ye Chuan yawned and flopped onto the bed. Fighting Kaiaolen and the butler had taken its toll.
"Clearing the Aiser Continent of monsters, stabbing that old dog in Tianxuan Continent, dealing with rifts in real life… I’ve got a lot on my plate."
But some dailies couldn’t be skipped—especially since he needed that tenant-summoning item to help Qianshuang get revenge in Tianxuan Continent.
After organizing his tasks, he rolled over and spotted the orb in the corner.
Lan Xiaoke should be reviving soon. He’d thought it’d take a day at most, but it turned out to be more complicated.
As his eyes drifted shut, he vaguely felt himself hugging something soft and warm, sleeping soundly through the night.
The next morning—
"Huh?" Ye Chuan groggily opened his eyes to a vast, white abyss rhythmically rising and falling before him.
Pulling back slightly, he saw a naked girl lying beside him, mouth slightly open as she snored softly—
Drooling.
"Hehehe, heh."
Ye Chuan’s mind slowly cleared. Once he fully processed the sight, he spoke. "Finally revived?"
"Haaah~" The girl beside him stirred, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "Feels like I slept forever…"
Lan Xiaoke stretched with her eyes closed, her arms nearly smacking Ye Chuan in the face.
Ye Chuan: "…"
His vision was being obstructed by something.
"Eh? Mornin’." Lan Xiaoke blinked at him sleepily.
Then she noticed something off. Glancing down at herself, she yelped and dove under the covers. "Weird! Where’s my transformation ability?!"
"Eh?"
"Ehh?!"
As Lan Xiaoke wriggled under the blanket, Ye Chuan sat cross-armed, watching before finally reaching in and grabbing a handful of her "assets."
"Did you forget you were reviving?"
"Eh… Oh right?" Lan Xiaoke peeked out from the blanket, strands of hair sticking to her lips. "I’m alive again?"
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!
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.”
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?"
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."
