For the next period of time, Bai Qianshuang had been immersed in comprehending the Empress's legacy, while Ye Chuan neither entered the Tianxuan Continent nor disturbed Bai Qianshuang.
"Once Qianshuang's cultivation improves, we'll take revenge on the Qingyun Sect."
Time was on his side.
Before long, winter arrived in Haizhu City.
Despite the season, the temperature remained around twenty degrees Celsius, so much so that long sleeves weren’t even necessary. Without a cold front moving in, one could comfortably wear a short-sleeved shirt all the way until the New Year.
Of course, with Ye Chuan and his companions' physical conditioning, they could simply use spiritual energy to shield themselves from the cold, eliminating the need for extra layers.
"Tap!"
"Tap!"
"Checkmate."
"Ugh."
The sound of paper tearing echoed as Ye Chuan peeled off a slip and stuck it onto the face of the girl in front of him.
Lan Xiaoke bit her lip, her chubby cheeks already plastered with slips of paper. Yet, she stubbornly kept her eyes locked on the chessboard.
"One more round!"
Someone desperate to win couldn’t afford to smile.
"Again?" Ye Chuan propped his chin on one hand. Lan Xiaoke had already lost five times in a row, and judging by her expression, victory didn’t seem within reach.
"Nah, I'm done." Ye Chuan stretched lazily.
"One more time, please!" The white-haired girl grabbed his hand. "Just one more game, I swear!"
"Ten thousand per round," Ye Chuan said.
Lan Xiaoke: OvO...
After a brief silence, she declared, "Fine! This time, I’ll win for sure!"
"Alright."
A few minutes later, Lan Xiaoke’s pieces were on the verge of annihilation, her chin resting on her hand as she sank into deep thought once more.
"Want to surrender?" Ye Chuan smirked.
"Not yet. I’m not losing," Lan Xiaoke shook her head.
Just then, Luo Xi walked in through the door. "Chuan~ Oh, what are you two up to?"
Lan Xiaoke turned her head. "Luo Xi, you're back!"
Coincidentally, as she spun around, her hip sent the chessboard flying.
"Clatter, clatter." The pieces scattered across the floor.
"Ah, how did that happen?" Lan Xiaoke turned back with an exaggerated look of shock. "Guess this round doesn’t count then."
"Don’t worry, we can reset it," Ye Chuan said.
"Oh no, no way to reset now!" Lan Xiaoke swiftly gathered the pieces into the box, then stood up nonchalantly, stretching. "Luo Xi~ I’ll help you wash the veggies!"
"Sure!"
Ye Chuan watched as Lan Xiaoke scampered off to the kitchen to assist Luo Xi and could only shake his head in resignation.
Whatever.
He wasn’t going to fuss over it.
Settling onto the sofa, Ye Chuan turned on the TV, and the broadcast filled the room—
"Recently, a massive fissure has appeared in the city’s outskirts. No monsters have emerged so far, but citizens and superhumans are advised to avoid the area until the Alliance assesses the danger."
"The mysterious armored vigilante who fights evil turns out to be a girl named Xiao Yang?!"
"The first Superhuman Tournament is about to commence, with participants from across the nation eager to compete."
"Qiao Pharmaceuticals’ new wound-healing drug promises recovery in just three seconds!"
"..."
One news segment after another played, though none particularly caught Ye Chuan’s interest. Just as he was about to put his phone away, a familiar call came through—
"Hello?" Ye Chuan answered.
"Ye Chuan, something’s come up," Wang Yanran’s voice sounded from the other end.
"What is it?"
"The [Players] have appeared again, and this time, there are many of them—stronger too," Wang Yanran hesitated slightly.
"The superhumans can’t handle them. Can you send someone?"
"Superhumans can’t win?"
"Right."
"Another Player invasion, huh?" Ye Chuan rested his chin on his hand, thinking. "I won’t intervene this time."
"I see… Alright, I understand." Wang Yanran’s voice faltered slightly at his refusal, but she didn’t press further.
"I’ll hang up now..."
After all, Ye Chuan was her boss. She had only asked if he could step in.
"I won’t act personally, but I can send someone," Ye Chuan said, his gaze shifting toward the kitchen.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"That’s great! Should I come pick you up?"
"Sure."
Ye Chuan set his phone down just as the doorbell rang—Wang Yanran had clearly been waiting outside the whole time.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised. In fact, he was long accustomed to her habit of calling while standing at his doorstep.
"Xiaoke, get the door."
"Me? Got it." Lan Xiaoke shuffled over in her slippers, the soft "tap-tap" of her steps accompanying her to the entrance. She opened the door and ushered Wang Yanran inside.
"Ye Chuan." Wang Yanran changed into house slippers.
"How strong are these Players?" Ye Chuan asked.
"About… Tier 3 or higher," Wang Yanran replied.
"So, same as before." Ye Chuan nodded. Even so, the local superhumans still weren’t a match.
The problem was, the superhumans in this world were progressing too slowly.
Aside from Ye Chuan’s household, most others were only around Tier 2—nowhere near capable of dealing with those Players.
Especially the ones with [Firearm Immunity] from last time.
"In that case…" Ye Chuan scanned the room. Ye Yue wasn’t home, Ke Ning was purely support-oriented, and Lilith had recently turned into a shut-in who couldn’t be bothered to move.
As for Qianshuang, sending her would be like using a nuke to kill a mosquito.
After some consideration, his eyes landed on Luo Xi and Lan Xiaoke in the kitchen.
"Send Xi’er and Xiaoke," Ye Chuan decided, then added after a moment,
"Oh, and the spider-dog duo in the yard. They can tag along too."
"Miss Xiaoke?" Wang Yanran sounded surprised.
"You talking about me?" Lan Xiaoke poked her head out from the kitchen.
"Yeah, you’re going to fight. Time to test your recent training," Ye Chuan said.
Lan Xiaoke never actually trained, but thanks to the Spirit Gathering Array, she had reached the Golden Core stage. Though her combat skills were lacking, sheer level advantage should suffice against those Players.
Luo Xi’s cultivation was slightly weaker, but this would be good experience for her.
As for the spider-dog pair outside—whether they were on some kind of cultivation steroids or what—they were advancing at a ridiculous pace, nearly at the Nascent Soul stage already.
"Della." Ye Chuan snapped his fingers, summoning Della into the room.
"Clank, clank." The metallic clinking of her movements sounded as Della gripped her small hammer.
As Ye Chuan’s avatar, she shared his Dao Comprehension realm power. Sending a Tier 7 entity to suppress a bunch of Tier 3 opponents?
Seemed perfectly reasonable.

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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?"