The Glazed Sacred Land! It's someone from the Glazed Sacred Land!
My god! The Glazed Sacred Land actually disguised themselves as assassins from the Netherworld Shrine!
A dignified top-tier Sacred Land of the Eastern Region, worshipped by ten thousand sects and enjoying the offerings of a territory spanning hundreds of millions of miles, actually... actually committed such a despicable act?!
The cultivators watching from afar were in complete uproar. Exclamations, angry rebukes, and murmurs of disbelief erupted like a tsunami!
What happened today completely shattered their worldview!
Explosive! This is too explosive! An elder of the Glazed Sacred Land was caught red-handed impersonating an assassin! Once this news gets out, the entire Eastern Region will be turned upside down!
Quick! Use your recording jade slips! Record everything! This is a massive scandal rarely seen in a thousand years!
Hehe, the usually aloof and untouchable Sacred Land actually has a day like this! Let's see how they put on airs in the future!
Some cultivators from other factions or those holding grudges against the Glazed Sacred Land had eyes gleaming with schadenfreude:
Haha, the Glazed Sacred Land has really hit rock bottom this time! Their reputation is swept away, and their prestige is completely lost!
Meanwhile, at the Azure Profound Sect, Purple Bamboo Peak.
Inside the small courtyard, a water mirror hovered in front of Xuanyangzi, clearly reflecting everything happening in the distant valley.
When he saw Elder Ying's disguise being torn off in public, revealing his true face and cultivation techniques from the Glazed Sacred Land, Xuanyangzi was stunned at first. Then, he slapped his thigh, jumped straight up, and began to curse loudly.
Shameless! Despicable! Lowly! Bah!
His face flushed red with anger as he pointed at Elder Ying's figure in the water mirror, spit flying from his mouth:
A dignified Sacred Land, yet they indulge their elders in such acts of impersonation and framing!
And targeting a few juniors at that! Is this something a human would do?! The face of the Sacred Land has been completely thrown away by these bastards!
The more he cursed, the angrier he got, wishing he could immediately charge into the Glazed Sacred Land to demand an explanation.
Sitting opposite him, Gu Changge slowly raised his head. His calm gaze fell upon the water mirror, landing on Elder Ying's panicked face.
There was no roaring, no cursing.
But the temperature of the entire Purple Bamboo Peak seemed to plummet in an instant!
The peaceful Daoist rhythm permeating the air was replaced by an invisible yet bone-piercing chill.
Gu Changge's eyes remained as deep as an ancient well, but deep within, it was as if ten thousand years of ice were condensing.
He did not speak, only gently setting down the teapot in his hand.
Xuanyangzi was still cursing when he suddenly felt a heart-palpitating chill. His cursing came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at Gu Changge with uncertainty and alarm.
He saw that Gu Changge was expressionless, but those eyes were so cold they made one's heart tremble.
Junior Brother... Xuanyangzi called out subconsciously.
Gu Changge did not respond. His gaze continued to pierce through the water mirror, as if he had already seen something much deeper, seeing the filthy schemes hidden beneath the glamorous facade of the Glazed Sacred Land.
This silent coldness was far more unsettling than Xuanyangzi's loud cursing.
...
Elder Ying's face instantly turned as pale as paper. With his conspiracy laid bare in public, he was filled with a mix of shame and anger, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to hide in!
You...!
Elder Ying pointed at the Netherworld Shrine avatar in shock and rage, trembling all over but unable to speak a single word.
The face of the Netherworld Shrine avatar, shrouded in death aura, seemed to reveal a trace of extreme disdain. It snorted coldly, its voice echoing clearly and icily across the entire scene:
Hmph! What a Glazed Sacred Land! You have truly opened the eyes of our Shrine!
Its gaze swept over the wretched Elder Ying like a blade, its tone filled with anger and contempt:
Our Netherworld Shrine accepted the commission from your Glazed Sacred Land. Although the price was not high, we acted with dedication based on our reputation! For this, we even lost a Quasi-Saint realm assassin earlier!
Who would have expected! Your Glazed Sacred Land would be so despicable! Secretly sending someone to impersonate our Shrine's people to carry out such a vile sneak attack!!
These resonant words directly nailed the Glazed Sacred Land to the pillar of shame for perfidy and framing others!
Having said that, the avatar raised its hand and took out a spatial ring wreathed in nether aura. With a flick of its finger, the ring turned into a streak of light, flying accurately toward the First Patriarch.
Our Netherworld Shrine will no longer take this commission! The payment given by the Glazed Sacred Land is all here, as compensation for the previous assassination attempt!
To associate with such untrustworthy and filthy people is truly a disgrace to our Shrine!
It cupped its hands slightly toward the First Patriarch, its tone carrying a hint of apology and magnanimity.
Previously, we did not know they were your disciples, and we apologize for the offense. Since this matter has been clarified, our Shrine will immediately withdraw and interfere no more. Farewell!
After saying this, it ignored the pale and trembling Elder Ying. Its figure flashed quickly, merging into the void and disappearing cleanly.
This performance of angry rebukes, refunding the commission, and drawing a clear line was smooth and flowing, truly worthy of a master actor.
It portrayed itself as a victim who valued reputation but was betrayed by a partner. Not only did it perfectly extricate itself, but it also poured all the dirty water onto the Glazed Sacred Land, seizing the absolute moral high ground!
In the distance, Phantom Shadow silently gave his own performance a ten out of ten in his heart. Mission accomplished, time to wrap up!
At this moment, everyone's gazes, full of disdain and anger, were focused on Elder Ying, who had his disguise stripped away in public and was then ruthlessly backstabbed and abandoned by his ally.
The reputation of the Glazed Sacred Land completely hit rock bottom at this moment!
Elder Ying's face was ashen, overwhelmed with shame and anger. He knew that everything was over!
He cast a venomous glare at the hunched figure, Xiao Ruobai, and the others. No longer caring about his dignity, the glazed holy light around his body erupted, and he turned into a streak of light tearing through the sky, attempting to flee!
Hmph! You bullied my juniors, and you think you can just walk away?
The First Patriarch let out a cold snort that seemed to come from the primordial era. Without any visible movement, he simply flicked his sleeve casually in the direction Elder Ying was fleeing.
Buzz—!
An invisible fluctuation of laws instantly enveloped an area of a thousand miles!
The space of the entire heaven and earth seemed to be completely frozen, and the flow of time became incredibly viscous!
The escape light formed by Elder Ying was like a flying insect trapped in amber, instantly solidifying in mid-air, unable to stir up even a single ripple!
Senior, why must you drive me to extinction!
Elder Ying was both shocked and enraged. Knowing that this could not be resolved peacefully, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.
His hands formed seals, and he spat out a mouthful of intrinsic essence blood, summoning an ancient glazed treasure mirror!
The treasure mirror expanded against the wind, instantly transforming into a giant mirror ten thousand feet tall. Light circulated on the mirror's surface, reflecting the illusion of the birth and destruction of the stars in the heavens, emitting a terrifying aura that could suppress eternity!
The might of a Saint Weapon was fully awakened!
Glazed Heaven-Illuminating Mirror! All Laws Annihilated!
Elder Ying roared, madly pouring his entire body's holy power and even a portion of his holy soul origin into the treasure mirror!
The mirror's surface erupted with a dazzling light capable of blinding the eyes. A destructive pillar of light, a hundred feet in diameter, containing the power to annihilate all things and make laws retreat, shot toward the First Patriarch with a deafening boom, like divine punishment from the beginning of creation!
Wherever the pillar of light passed, space did not just distort; it collapsed and annihilated in massive swathes, revealing pitch-black nothingness!
The earth below was as if plowed by an invisible giant plow, instantly forming a bottomless, massive trench that stretched for a thousand miles!
Under the escaping waves of this oppressive might, several mountain ranges in the distance collapsed silently like sandcastles, reduced to fine dust!
Retreat! Retreat now!
The cultivators spectating from afar were frightened out of their wits, frantically falling back thousands of miles!
A few who were too slow to retreat were crushed into mists of blood by the terrifying residual pressure before they could even utter a scream!
Facing this apocalyptic strike, the First Patriarch remained standing in place, his figure appearing almost frail.
Yet, the domineering aura radiating from him, one that looked down upon all of creation, seemed capable of propping up the very heavens and earth!
A mere grain of rice dares to shine?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
