Monday, early morning.
On the bed, Ye Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, no longer feeling sleepy.
He glanced out the window before getting up to wash up and eat breakfast.
It wasn’t because cultivation had rid him of fatigue—it was the 4,000 yuan deposited into his account that filled him with an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
Damn, that instantly woke him up. The smell of money was just chef’s kiss.
He almost wished he could sleep for a whole week and get a lump sum of nearly 30,000 yuan at once.
Checking his balance, Ye Chuan realized he needed to plan how to use this money. Since Bai Qianshuang’s favorability hadn’t increased further, he had to ensure at least one of his attributes—either his spiritual root or his physique—hit the pity system once.
Without strength, he’d be completely useless in that upcoming adventure. As for cultivation speed, his auto-grinding system had that covered.
The system was just a freeloader handing out rewards—he, as the host, had way more to worry about.
"To get more rewards, early investment is a must," Ye Chuan concluded. With that in mind, he tapped open the physique draw page. While spiritual roots were important, if given the choice, he’d prioritize physique.
Spiritual roots affected cultivation speed, elemental affinity, and innate abilities—more internal aspects.
But physique determined survival. Plus, certain physiques could also boost cultivation speed or provide other perks.
After all, only those who lived could deal damage.
Ding.
-1000—
[Drawing physique…]
[Congratulations! You’ve obtained Mid-Grade Earth Mystic Body. It has been added to your inventory.]
Expected.
"Please don’t tell me I’ll hit pity at 99 draws," Ye Chuan muttered, barely bothering to check the description. It was part of the same series anyway—he already had a High-Grade Fire Mystic Body, which synergized with his fire spiritual root. This mid-grade Earth Mystic Body could just sit in his inventory as fusion fodder.
But as he skimmed through his inventory, his eyes landed on a skill quietly sitting there—Spirit Sight.
[Skill: Spirit Sight]
[Allows the user to see spirits after learning.]
He had left this skill unlearned, but now that he thought about it—wasn’t he already a Qi Condensation realm expert? Why should he be afraid of some measly ghosts?
Screw it, he’d learn it!
Ye Chuan activated Spirit Sight, his eyes faintly glowing gold as he scanned the room.
Nothing.
Good. At least there weren’t any weird things lurking around.
Otherwise, it’d be awkward if some ghost had been spectating his solo "training sessions" all this time.
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In the living room, after freshening up and changing, Ye Chuan checked on Bai Qianshuang’s status. The chibi version of her in the logs was still meditating, motionless after absorbing all the spirit stones.
Seeing the adorable cartoon figure in deep cultivation, Ye Chuan decided not to disturb her and left the house.
The weather was still scorching. The faint scent of mildew mixed with sunlight lingered in the air as Ye Chuan walked leisurely, the gravel beneath his feet occasionally crunching.
"Chuan Chuan!" A familiar voice called out before something bumped into his shoulder.
Turning, the fragrance of shampoo filled his nose as he met Luo Xi’s lively gaze.
"Hey, slept well?" she asked, hands behind her back as she studied his face. His complexion was radiant, his skin fair and smooth, his sharp brows and bright eyes making her pause for a second.
Why did he look so different?
His features hadn’t changed much, but…
It was like he had a beauty filter on—even his skin looked airbrushed.
"What’re you staring at?" Ye Chuan poked her forehead.
"Wait, is it just me, or did you get hotter?" Luo Xi blinked.
"I’ve always been this handsome. You were just blind before," Ye Chuan sighed.
"Bullshit!"
As they walked to school together, chatting casually, Luo Xi suddenly brought up, "Chuan Chuan… my mom’s condition’s gotten worse. What can I do to help her?"
"Didn’t your dad take her to a bunch of doctors?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yeah, but the meds only work at first, then stop being effective." Luo Xi sighed, her expression dimming.
"I wish there was some miracle cure, like in dramas."
Ye Chuan considered it.
Could he get some healing pills from the adventure or Bai Qianshuang?
He still had a Tiger Strength Pill in his inventory, but that wouldn’t help with illnesses. Deer Blood Pills might work, but he’d have to wait for Bai Qianshuang to randomly drop one.
"My family has some old folk remedies. Wanna try?" he joked.
"Let’s not mess with those." Luo Xi wasn’t buying it.
Ye Chuan shrugged.
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The first class of the day was in a large lecture hall. When Ye Chuan and Luo Xi arrived, they noticed quite a few eyes on them.
"Hey, that’s Ye Chuan from the other class—the one challenging Huang Haotian to a fight."
"Seriously? He’s taking on the entire Taekwondo Club solo?"
"He’s gonna get wrecked. How’s he even daring?"
"When’s the match? Can’t wait to see him get stomped."
"Keyboard warrior. No way he’s actually showing up."
Most students who recognized Ye Chuan whispered among themselves, with nearly 90% doubting him—especially given his lean, delicate appearance.
He didn’t look like someone who could fight.
A few thought he might have some skill, considering he’d taken down multiple people in a sneak attack, but even they had little hope for him in an actual match.
Ignoring the stares, Ye Chuan scanned the room until someone waved at him.
"Oi, over here." An Shiyu had arrived earlier, snagging a prime spot in the back row. She gestured for them to join her.
"You’re early," Ye Chuan remarked.
"I’m a model student," An Shiyu said, propping her chin on her hand. "Got a problem with that?"
As they sat down, Luo Xi leaned in and whispered, "Chuan Chuan, everyone’s talking about last night."
"Let them." Ye Chuan couldn’t care less. He was a Qi Condensation expert now—since when did he need to fear Huang Haotian?
If anything, Huang Haotian was the one digging his own grave by hyping this up online.
Ye Chuan smirked, then suddenly turned his gaze toward the door—as if sensing something.
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?"
