【Absorbing the soul of a Spirit Transformation realm cultivator—host’s artifact attributes increased by 40%.】
"Hehehe, not bad. A fresh, powerful soul." Ye Chuan smirked as he observed the distorted expression of the Ice Sect Master trapped within his Soul Banner.
"Hehehe..."
The crowd stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at Ye Chuan. They had expected a fierce battle between two Spirit Transformation realm experts—one that might have reduced the royal capital of the Western Luo Kingdom to rubble.
But…
The Ice Profound Palace’s sect master had just… died?
If not for the sight of Bing Aotian’s soul now serving as a primary spirit within Ye Chuan’s banner, none of them would have believed such an absurd outcome.
Yet now, from the king down to the lowest minister, no one dared approach. The eerie "hehehe" laughter, coupled with Ye Chuan’s strange yellow robes, sent chills down their spines.
A demonic cultivator—this was a demonic cultivator!
"Immortal Master!" Finally, Ademi took a deep breath and stepped forward, dropping to her knees before Ye Chuan. "Thank you for intervening once again!"
She then kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead striking the floor with audible thuds.
Seeing this, the other ministers scrambled to follow suit, kowtowing frantically. Survival was paramount—if this terrifying demonic cultivator was pleased, perhaps their lives would be spared.
"Hm?" Ye Chuan had been absorbed in savoring his newfound power, but the sight of the ministers, the princess, and even the king prostrating themselves gave him pause.
"Enough. I have little interest in the lives of mortals," he waved dismissively. "Besides, that… what’s-her-name… Ademi has some connection to me."
The ministers exhaled in relief, immediately launching into a torrent of flattery.
"Peerless among men!"
"The greatest of demonic cultivators!"
Every possible compliment was hurled at Ye Chuan.
Uninterested, Ye Chuan simply plopped onto the throne, crossing his legs lazily. Propping his chin on one hand, his gaze swept over the crowd before settling on Ademi.
"Come. Give me a shoulder rub."
Cang Wu’s lips parted as if to protest, but in the end, he could only watch silently as Ademi hurried over and began massaging Ye Chuan’s shoulders.
A useless bodyguard.
"Immortal Master, does this feel alright?" Ademi’s voice was soft, carrying an innate allure—her Heavenly Profound Yin Body made even her simplest words intoxicating.
"My payment. Spirit stones and spirit crystals—hand them over," Ye Chuan demanded.
"O-of course! Though… our treasury may not have much that would interest you," Ademi admitted awkwardly.
While the Western Luo Kingdom was wealthy by mortal standards, its treasures—gold, jewels, and the like—held no value for cultivators. Many even scorned such trinkets.
"Just bring them. It’s part of our deal," Ye Chuan said.
"Right away!"
The king immediately ordered guards to fetch the treasures, presenting Ye Chuan with an inventory scroll.
The ministers, meanwhile, couldn’t help but feel they’d traded one predator—Bing Aotian—for another.
"Hmm…" Ye Chuan skimmed the list. "Pathetic. Barely any spirit stones."
The remark drew uneasy silence—most of their spirit stone reserves had already been drained by the Nascent Soul realm experts they’d employed.
"Immortal Master, if you’re willing… my body could—" Ademi’s voice grew quieter, her cheeks flushing.
Ye Chuan glanced at her. "You’d be fine with that?"
Ademi bit her lip. "If you drive away the remaining Ice Profound Palace disciples… I would serve you."
"Your Highness?!" Cang Wu blurted out in shock.
"Drive them out?" For Ye Chuan, it was a trivial task. As for Ademi’s Heavenly Profound Yin Body…
His gaze flicked between her and Cang Wu. The bodyguard’s unwavering loyalty, the way he’d risked his life for her—clearly, there was something between them.
"Annoying." Ye Chuan yawned, then turned to Cang Wu. "What? A mere guard dares object?"
Cang Wu stiffened, quickly bowing his head. "I wouldn’t dare, Immortal Master."
Ye Chuan’s hand slid to Ademi’s waist. The princess tensed but said nothing.
"Relax. I’m not interested." Ye Chuan released her with a smirk. His cultivation speed didn’t require any "Yin Body" assistance.
Besides, he’d been drained enough already.
"Just pick out some jewelry and robes for me."
His unexpectedly modest demand left everyone stunned. After a beat, they erupted in gratitude.
"Immortal Master’s mercy is boundless!"
Ye Chuan raised a hand, and shadows coalesced around him. The monstrous figures that materialized in the hall sent a ripple of fear through the crowd.
"Go."
At his command, the shadowy avatars vanished in blurs.
Now at the Spirit Transformation realm, Ye Chuan’s avatars shared his power. Though they couldn’t wield complex techniques, their sheer stats and magic resistance made slaughtering those "ants"—mere Foundation and Crystal Core realm cultivators—laughably easy.
"Della, remember to harvest for me." Ye Chuan tossed his Soul Banner to the armored knight beside him.
Della, the Endbringer Knight, responded with a metallic creak, tilting her helmeted head. The violet flames within her visor burned brighter.
"Collect souls," Ye Chuan clarified when she didn’t react.
Della nodded, gripping her warhammer in one hand and the banner in the other, then marched off to automate Ye Chuan’s "soul farming."
Against the avatars, the Ice Profound Palace’s disciples stood no chance. Like elephants trampling ants, the battle ended in breaths.
Perched high above, Della swung the banner vigorously, sucking in one soul after another.
"Time to visit the Ice Profound Palace." After packing the kingdom’s "payment" and declining the king’s banquet invitation, Ye Chuan prepared to leave.
With their sect master dead, the palace’s resources were ripe for the taking. Why let others waste them when he could claim everything?
"Immortal Master!" Ademi called out just as he was about to teleport away.
Ye Chuan paused, glancing back.
Ademi clutched her skirt nervously. "You’ve helped me so much… I don’t know how to repay you."
She hesitated, then whispered, "Am I… not attractive enough?"
Ye Chuan chuckled, pinching her cheek before giving her "schoolbag" a playful squeeze. "You’re plenty attractive."
"But I prefer strong women."
With that, he vanished, leaving Ademi blushing and lost in thought.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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?"
