Blood gushed forth as Chen Zhitu let out a howl of agony, his face turning deathly pale before he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
It wasn’t until they saw Chen Zhitu’s arm being ruthlessly severed that the onlookers finally snapped back to reality, their eyes filled with terror as they stared at Ye Chuan once more.
"Healing Art." Ye Chuan extended his hand, and a green light shot out, landing on the severed stump of Chen Zhitu’s arm. The bleeding stopped instantly, and the wound began to knit itself back together at an astonishing speed.
Chen Zhitu froze, staring at his severed limb in disbelief—how could there be no pain at all?
He slowly rose to his feet, only to feel a sudden chill on the other side of his body. Turning his head, he saw his other arm being sliced clean off!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The green light enveloped Chen Zhitu once more.
"Guh…"
Trembling uncontrollably, even with his arms now gone, Chen Zhitu realized he had provoked someone far beyond his reckoning—no, not just someone, but an immortal.
The gathered clansmen, the elders, and even the bystanders all dropped to their knees before Ye Chuan, not daring to so much as breathe too loudly.
"What was it you said earlier? I don’t think I heard it clearly. Say it again?" Ye Chuan’s face bore a gentle smile as he gazed at Chen Zhitu, now armless.
"I—I-I-I… I was wrong, Immortal Master! This lowly one was blind and foolish!" Chen Zhitu’s face twisted into something uglier than a sob as he wet himself in fear.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan replied calmly. "Then let me help you remember."
The air rippled, and in the next instant, one of Chen Zhitu’s legs was severed.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Healing Art." The wound was sealed once more, leaving Chen Zhitu a quivering, one-legged wreck on the ground.
The sight sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. None had expected such brutality from the slender, unassuming man.
"Remember now? Let me ask you again—what did you call me earlier?" Ye Chuan pressed.
"I—I…" Chen Zhitu’s face was ashen. "Spare me, Immortal Master! This lowly one dared to call you a ‘wild brat’—"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His remaining leg was sliced off.
Watching Chen Zhitu’s pitiful begging, Ye Chuan finally turned his attention to Chen Muling beside him. Her gaze toward her uncle was icy, as if she were staring at a corpse.
"Thank you for your intervention, Senior Immortal," Chen Muling said respectfully when she noticed Ye Chuan’s eyes on her.
At this moment, she couldn’t have been more grateful for picking up this naked man from the roadside. Who knew he’d become her lifeline?
Glancing at the elders, she saw their faces drained of color, too terrified to even flee—they remained kneeling, motionless.
They were all Qi Condensation cultivators. Who among them could possibly escape?
"Not calling me the ‘Naked Immortal’ anymore?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—I wouldn’t dare, Senior!"
Ye Chuan didn’t mind. He’d just let his phoenix sunbathe for some extra calcium.
"What should be done with these people?"
"Whatever you decide, Senior."
"I can’t be bothered."
"Ah…" Chen Muling quickly responded, "I’ll contact the main family and deal with them according to our clan’s laws."
"Mm." Ye Chuan wasn’t interested, but he did hold some appreciation for Chen Muling—perhaps her lively nature, reminiscent of Luo Xi, had softened his heart.
"Handle it yourself." Just as Ye Chuan was about to leave, a voice suddenly shouted, "The Immortals of the Raging Sands Sect are here!"
Those simple words reignited hope in the kneeling elders and Chen Zhitu. Their heads snapped up. "HAHAHAHAHA!"
Three robed figures—two men and a woman—entered through the gate.
The moment Chen Zhitu saw the leading male cultivator, he screamed desperately, "Senior Xu, save us! This man is slaughtering everyone in the Chen Merchant Guild!"
"A demonic cultivator—a true demonic cultivator! We beg the Raging Sands Sect to uphold justice!"
"That’s right!"
"Senior, save us!"
"HAHAHAHA, his death is here at last!"
With the arrival of the Raging Sands Sect, Chen Zhitu and the elders burst into laughter, as if already savoring Ye Chuan’s impending doom.
The Raging Sands Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the region. Their sect leader’s cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm—no ordinary cultivator could challenge them!
"Barbaric. This defies all morality," Xu An, the leading male cultivator, frowned, his expression darkening as he took in Chen Zhitu’s limbless state.
He stepped forward, chin raised. "Who are you? Do you not know Chen Zhitu is under the protection of the Raging Sands Sect? You owe us an explanation!"
Ye Chuan’s back was turned, but for some reason, Xu An found his silhouette eerily familiar.
"Ah—" Chen Muling’s face paled. She had no idea the Raging Sands Sect would arrive today. She tugged at Ye Chuan’s sleeve. "Senior, run! Just helping me vent my anger is enough—I have no regrets!"
Ye Chuan remained indifferent. He cast a lazy glance at Chen Zhitu’s gloating expression before slowly turning around.
"An explanation?"
"What kind of explanation do you want?"
The moment the Raging Sands Sect cultivators saw Ye Chuan’s face, their bodies locked up in shock.
"This…"
Wasn’t this the same man who had beaten them senseless just this morning?
"Senior Xu, kill him!" Chen Zhitu bellowed, oblivious to Xu An’s rapidly shifting expression.
But instead of the expected retaliation, Xu An and the others immediately clasped their fists in salute.
"Senior! We—we acted recklessly!"
That single word—"Senior"—shattered Chen Zhitu’s last shred of hope. The elders fainted on the spot.
If even the Raging Sands Sect called him "Senior," there was no hope for justice.
How had Chen Muling gotten involved with someone like this?!
Chen Zhitu’s uncle and the others were petrified, their faces twitching uncontrollably.
"Ah?" Chen Muling stared in disbelief. Even the Raging Sands Sect addressed him as "Senior"? Just who was this immortal?
"Well? Didn’t you want an explanation?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Ah—n-no! Of course not, Senior!" Xu An broke into a cold sweat, forcing an awkward smile.
The bystanders watched, stunned. This was the first time they’d seen immortals wear such fawning expressions.
"Hm." Ye Chuan’s gaze shifted to Da Lei behind Xu An. "You. Any objections? Care for a spar?"
"N-no-no-no, Senior, you jest! We wouldn’t dare!"
The female cultivator, Da Lei, recoiled as if struck, shaking her head frantically.
If just a wisp of his aura had sent her senior brother vomiting blood, what chance did she have?
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!
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."
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?"
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.”
