Fatty Wang looked at his senior martial brothers and sisters enjoying themselves harmoniously, then gazed at the elegant but slightly desolate new houses in the distance, and finally turned back to look at the seemingly simple but lively dwellings of his senior brothers. A simple, honest, and firm smile appeared on his plump face.
He shook his head and said, Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister! Those new houses are nice, but it would be too lonely for me to live there all by myself! I am not going over there!
Under the slightly surprised gazes of the others, Fatty Wang raised his hand and pointed to a small open space next to Xiao Ruobai's wooden cabin, his eyes sparkling. I will just build a small hut right next to Eldest Senior Brother's place! Living close to my senior brothers makes me feel at ease!
He scratched his head and chuckled, Anyway, I am good at building houses! I can even help you guys with repairs in the future!
Xiao Ruobai was taken aback for a moment. Looking at Fatty Wang's unfeigned, sincere gaze, his heart instantly warmed.
He understood that this little fatty genuinely wanted to get closer to everyone.
He let out a loud laugh and threw his arm around Fatty Wang's shoulders. Good! Good boy! You have got a good eye! You know you will eat well if you follow your Eldest Senior Brother! Alright, then build it next to me! I will help you!
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Xuanyangzi and Shi Wanshan walked over quickly, one after the other.
Their faces were as heavy as dark clouds pressing down. Their usual composure and liveliness were completely gone, and even their steps were somewhat hurried.
Gu Changge raised an eyebrow, the teacup in his hand pausing slightly.
Although Xuanyangzi's temperament was occasionally flighty, he was by no means someone who could not keep his composure. For him to reveal such an expression, something major must have happened.
Changge!
As soon as Xuanyangzi entered the courtyard gate, he strode up to Gu Changge, his face full of self-blame and anxiety, his tone even trembling a little.
Something happened! The Third Patriarch... he is missing!
Shi Wanshan followed behind, also wearing a sorrowful expression, and added, After the First Patriarch and I returned to the sect, we found that the Third Patriarch had not returned. We cannot reach him with the communication jade slips either. The patriarchs are going crazy with worry!
Xuanyangzi fiercely pounded his thigh, extremely annoyed. It is all my fault! It is all because I let it slip and told him about Ruobai. I could not stop him!
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi drastically changed!
They had previously experienced a great battle where the First Patriarch had stepped forward to block Elder Ying's killing blow for them, and had even beaten the Glazed Holy Lord into a steady retreat. They never expected that the sect had actually mobilized another patriarch for their sake!
The Third Patriarch had ventured deep into the territory of the Glazed Holy Land all by himself just to vent their anger, and now... he had lost contact?!
This news was like a bolt from the blue, smashing fiercely into the hearts of the three!
Xiao Ruobai suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The color instantly drained from his heroic face, and his eyes filled with shock, self-blame, and an indescribable heaviness!
He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.
He never thought that the storm he and his junior martial siblings had stirred up during their outside experience would draw a sect patriarch to personally take action, even potentially falling into danger!
A strong sense of guilt and responsibility instantly overwhelmed him.
Fatty Wang had just become a disciple and had not even had time to digest his joy before hearing such news. He also grew tense, his chubby face wrinkling into a ball.
Gu Changge looked at Xuanyangzi's self-blaming appearance, rubbing the rim of his cup with his fingertips, but he already understood in his heart.
He had left a hidden life-saving mark on all the patriarchs back then. If they truly encountered fatal danger, the mark would definitely be triggered. At this moment, the mark on the Third Patriarch showed no abnormal movements, meaning his life was clearly not in danger.
Thinking of this, Gu Changge's mind stirred slightly. His divine sense spread out like an endless tide, instantly piercing through the barrier of the Azure Profound Sect, sweeping past the mountains and rivers of the Eastern Region, and enveloping the entire Black Yellow Great World.
Mountains, rivers, vegetation, secret realms, dangerous lands, and deep sea abysses were all under the shroud of his divine sense. The auras of billions of living beings were as clear as the starry sky.
In just a single breath, Gu Changge locked onto a familiar aura.
A playful curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He put down his teacup, raised his hand, and waved. A spiritual light condensed in front of everyone, transforming into a clear image.
In the image, it was not some ordinary place, but a magnificent, ancient tomb exuding endless pressure.
The tomb passage was deep and long, and the stone walls on both sides were engraved with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient runes. Faint light flickered as the runes circulated, and a heavy aura sealed for tens of thousands of years permeated the air, mixed with a faint sense of decay and majesty.
Even if it was just the aura transmitted through the image, it made Xuanyangzi and the others subconsciously hold their breath, only feeling a heavy weight in their hearts. This was definitely not an ordinary ancient tomb; it must be the burial ground of some ancient mighty figure!
The Third Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, his expression normal, except for a bit more curiosity between his brows.
Beside him were dozens of young disciples wearing the attire of the Glazed Holy Land, all with terrified expressions, trembling with fear.
They saw the Third Patriarch kick a disciple in the rear, pointing at an erratic, eerie black shadow emitting black smoke ahead, and yell impatiently.
What are you dawdling for! Go up there and find out the background of that black thing for me!
The disciple who was kicked out by the Third Patriarch stumbled. In the dim runic light of the tomb passage, that side profile filled with terror and humiliation was exceptionally clear. It was none other than Xue Wuhen, who had previously been suppressed in a latrine by Fatty Wang's underhanded tactics and lost all face!
At this moment, he no longer had the arrogant air he used to have as the Quasi-Holy Son of the Glazed Holy Land. His white clothes were stained with dust and dirt, his hair was messy, and his originally haughty brows and eyes were twisted together, leaving only pure fear.
The Third Patriarch stood behind him with his hands on his hips, his tone extremely impatient. He did not pay any attention to this disciple's identity, just treating him as a random small fry caught from the Glazed Holy Land.
Xue Wuhen trembled all over, staring at the erratic, bone-chilling black shadow ahead. His teeth chattered, but he did not dare turn around to argue back.
He braced himself and moved forward, cursing the old man who had abducted him thousands of times in his heart.
The Third Patriarch stood behind with his arms crossed, watching the show, while muttering to himself.
What kind of hellhole is this? I originally caught you little brats and wanted to find a pit to suppress you in for a few hundred years. But when I was looking for a spot, I did not control my strength well, directly broke through the earth's crust, and fell into this broken tomb!
It turned out that after the Third Patriarch chased them out of the sect, he quickly caught dozens of young disciples from the Glazed Holy Land just outside their territory.
He originally wanted to suppress them all in a latrine pit, but later found looking for a latrine too troublesome, so he simply wanted to find a hidden place to dig a pit and suppress them for a few hundred years to temper their character.
But as he picked and chose, he felt that an ordinary pit was not secure enough and wanted to find a deeper, more hidden location. When he struck, he failed to control his power properly, unexpectedly breaking straight through the deep rock strata and accidentally blundering into this mysterious large tomb that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years.
The image flashed and disappeared, and the heavy expressions on everyone's faces instantly turned into astonishment.
Xuanyangzi was stunned for a long time before muttering, This... the aura of this ancient tomb looks quite scary! The Third Patriarch actually barged into a place like this?
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?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
