Yuyu quickly nodded, flicking her tail to hide behind a massive reef, only peeking out with half her head as she nervously watched the scene unfold.
"It's... it's gonna be a fight."
The serpentine shadow finally revealed its full form—a colossal snake over five hundred zhang long, its scales etched with ancient patterns. A pair of small fleshy protrusions crowned its head, a clear sign it was on the verge of transforming into a flood dragon.
Its crimson eyes locked onto Ye Chuan, and its maw gaped open, revealing rows of needle-like fangs. "Brat, you dare kill in my domain? Today, you’ll learn what it feels like to be devoured by ten thousand serpents!"
With that, the giant snake lunged, its body churning the surrounding seawater into a swirling vortex spanning thousands of zhang. Countless toxic water arrows shot toward Ye Chuan from the whirlpool.
"Is this all a Dao Comprehension cultivator can do?" Ye Chuan scoffed, teleporting away from the vortex. With a swing of his spirit sword, countless sword energies surged forth, forming a torrent of spiritual power that slashed toward the serpent.
The snake’s eyes flashed with disdain as it whipped its tail, summoning a watery barrier to block the attack. "Fool!"
Chanting under its breath, the serpent caused the surrounding waters to boil. Dozens of spectral green snake phantoms emerged, swarming Ye Chuan from all directions.
Unfazed, Ye Chuan continued weaving his sword, slicing through the phantoms with precise strikes. Simultaneously, he teleported above the serpent’s head, channeling spiritual power into his blade before delivering a devastating slash toward the fleshy protrusions—its weak point.
"You seek death!" The serpent, caught off guard by Ye Chuan’s speed, barely raised its horns to block.
A deafening clash erupted, sparks flying as the serpent was forced back several zhang. A gash split open on its protrusions, oozing black blood.
"A mere Spirit Manifestation human cultivator... actually wounded me?!" The serpent seethed, its killing intent intensifying.
It abruptly spat a beam of destructive green light, lancing toward Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan stood motionless, allowing the beam to strike him—only for the attack to be completely absorbed by his Indestructible Chaos Body, vanishing without a trace.
"What?!" The serpent recoiled in shock. Even Dao Comprehension cultivators wouldn’t dare take that attack head-on, yet this Spirit Manifestation human had nullified it effortlessly.
Impossible!
This had to be a joke!
Ye Chuan teleported behind the serpent in an instant, his sword aiming for its vital spot once more.
The serpent writhed in agony, thrashing violently to shake him off.
The battle between man and serpent turned the seabed into a turbid battlefield, reefs shattering under the force of their clashes.
From a distance, Yuyu watched with bated breath, her tiny fists clenched in worry for Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan only grew fiercer, realizing that while the serpent’s cultivation surpassed his, its speed and agility fell short. Exploiting his teleportation, he relentlessly ambushed the beast, his sword leaving countless wounds across its body.
"Foolish human, do you even have enough spiritual power to last in the Demon Sea?" The serpent’s eyes gleamed with cunning.
Most cultivators expended energy resisting the demonic miasma here, while sea-dwelling demons like itself thrived in their home terrain. Many powerful humans had been worn down and slaughtered in these very waters by weaker demons.
"Enough spiritual power?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting you can outlast me?"
"Hah! Whatever freakish physique lets you fight me toe-to-toe won’t save you. In half an hour, you’ll be drained dry!" The serpent sneered, confident in its assessment.
Ye Chuan burst out laughing.
The serpent’s massive eyes narrowed. "What’s so funny?"
"You ask me that?" Ye Chuan sheathed his sword, his aura skyrocketing.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t even used a tenth of my strength yet. Hell, I haven’t even bothered with techniques."
The serpent stiffened. "You—you’re lying! A Spirit Manifestation cultivator, holding back against a higher realm?!"
"I just needed a Dao Comprehension punching bag." Ye Chuan crooked a finger.
"Killing you? One move is enough."
"Arrogant worm! I’ll make you regret those words!" Enraged, the serpent unleashed its full Dao Comprehension aura, shaking the abyssal depths.
"Die!"
It spat another beam—this one magnitudes more devastating than before.
Yet Ye Chuan merely lifted a hand.
"Primordial Surge—"
A pale gray beam erupted, colliding with the green light. But instead of an explosion, the gray energy disintegrated the attack entirely before engulfing the serpent.
"N-no! This can’t—!"
The serpent shrieked as its body began dissolving under the beam’s power, movements slowing to a crawl.
Seizing the moment, Ye Chuan teleported before it, sword flashing. A single slash—and the serpent’s head tumbled free.
Its fleeing soul was promptly captured by Ye Chuan’s Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
[Dao Comprehension soul absorbed. Banner’s attributes +100%.]
The banner’s crimson glow intensified, its power surging once more.
Ye Chuan stowed it away, musing to himself.
Am I... too strong?
Wait, no—it’s Lilith’s buffs that are broken. Infinite mana plus percentage-based true damage?
Terrifying.
Shaking off the thought, he waved at Yuyu behind the reef. "Oi, let’s go."
Yuyu darted out, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "You’re amazing, Savior! You even beat a Dao Comprehension serpent! That was one of the Serpentfolk’s elders!"
So cool!
Ye Chuan shrugged. "It was alright. Are there stronger Serpentfolk?"
"Um... I dunno, but I think they have beings way beyond Dao Comprehension?" Yuyu tapped her chin, tail swishing thoughtfully.
"Way beyond?" Ye Chuan pondered briefly. "Whatever. Onward."
"Okay!"
The two continued toward the Merfolk territory, with Yuyu playing tour guide, pointing out bizarre sea flora and glowing jellyfish drifting past.
"Savior, look! Those are glow-weeds. They shine brighter at night—we Merfolk use them to light our way!"
Her tail flicked as she twirled around a translucent seaweed, her scales scattering flecks of light in the dark waters.
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
