Gu Changge nodded: "Not only is the meat his, but the spirit rice you ate was also planted by him."
Shi Wanshan froze in place. Looking at the wild ox exuding a dangerous aura by the spirit field, and recalling the beef and spirit rice he had just eaten, he inexplicably felt a bit of sympathy.
He swallowed hard, cupped his hands toward the Old Yellow Ox, and said in a complex tone, "Brother Ox, I am truly sorry. I didn't know earlier, please don't take offense!"
At this point, feeling a bit guilty, Shi Wanshan couldn't help but try to comfort it: "But I have to say, Brother Ox, your meat is truly delicious..."
As soon as these words fell, the Old Yellow Ox by the spirit field suddenly raised its head. Its cyan-gold eyes glared fixedly at Shi Wanshan, its hooves pawed the ground even harder, and it let out an angry "Moo" from its throat.
Well done, Shi Wanshan, you don't just kill the demon, you destroy its heart!
You really know how to comfort someone...
Xuanyangzi, holding the wooden barrel, also froze when he heard this, then stroked his chin and laughed.
"So, the roast beef I ate earlier was also from it? No wonder it was more tender than other demonic beast meats, it really leaves a lingering aftertaste!"
"Alright, stop talking."
Shi Wanshan looked at the old ox that was about to go mad and cupped his hands again.
"Brother Ox, don't be angry. Next time I'll have the Pill Cauldron Peak stew some spirit herb soup to apologize to you! I guarantee it will be a thousand-year-old purple ganoderma, great for nourishing the body!"
The Old Yellow Ox snorted, flicked its tail, and turned to walk deep into the spirit field, completely ignoring Shi Wanshan's "apology."
Who wants to drink some spirit herb soup?
What it wanted was spirit marrow essence blood!
If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't beat Gu Changge, it would have long since sent these two guys who ate its meat and stole its treasures flying with its horns!
Gu Changge looked at the Old Yellow Ox's resentful back, then at the awkward-looking Shi Wanshan, and shook his head helplessly.
"Alright, stop provoking it. If you really make it desperate, your little tricks won't be enough."
Shi Wanshan nodded hastily, but muttered in his heart: I should have eaten two more bowls earlier...
Gu Changge looked at the Old Yellow Ox drooping its head listlessly and raised his voice toward the spirit field.
"Alright, don't just stand there throwing a tantrum. You won't miss out on the benefits, I'll make it up to you tonight."
As soon as these words fell, the previously listless old ox suddenly stopped. Its cyan-gold ears perked straight up, and its tail quietly wagged.
It hesitantly turned its head, its eyes staring straight at Gu Changge, as if confirming the truth of his words.
Seeing Gu Changge nod at it, the Old Yellow Ox let out a brisk "Moo" from its throat. The previous resentment instantly dissipated by more than half, and it slowly turned around to head deeper into the spirit field.
Seeing the old ox leave, Xuanyangzi and Shi Wanshan locked their gazes back onto the white jade barrel and began to fight over it.
At this moment, Xuanyangzi suddenly reacted. He took out a communication jade talisman from his storage ring, injected his spiritual energy into it with his fingertip, and spoke with an urgent voice.
"Xuanfeng! Jinghong! Hurry up and come to Purple Bamboo Peak! If you're late, the opportunity will be gone!"
Seeing this, Shi Wanshan also hurriedly took out his communication jade talisman and roared into it: "Jingxian, Mochen, rush to Purple Bamboo Peak immediately! Don't blame me for not warning you if you arrive late!"
Fang Hanyu stood to the side, watching the usually transcendent Sect Master and the steady, majestic Peak Master arguing until their faces were red over two wooden barrels.
His fingertips subconsciously gripped his sword scabbard, his eyes full of maladjustment.
This was simply too far from the image of the aloof elders in his impression.
Xiao Ruobai noticed his stiffness, leaned over, and chuckled in a low voice: "Junior Brother, you'll get used to it!"
Fang Hanyu was stunned. Just as he wanted to ask more, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from afar, accompanied by the shouts of young men and women.
"Master! Martial Uncle! Where is the opportunity?"
Li Xuanfeng, Shen Jinghong, Shi Jingxian, and Lin Mochen rushed over in a flurry, all of their eyes shining brightly.
Their gazes swept over Gu Changge, Xuanyangzi, and Shi Wanshan, and finally landed on the white jade barrel that the two were tightly holding onto, their footsteps instantly halting.
"T-this is the opportunity?"
Li Xuanfeng's eyes widened. He quickly stepped forward, able to clearly feel the powerful energy coming from inside the barrel, causing even the spiritual energy in his dantian to become restless.
"What dense spiritual energy!"
Xuanyangzi took out two more barrels, divided the spirit marrow essence blood into four portions, and added some spirit liquid.
The spiritual energy instantly permeated the air, making the four of them breathe rapidly.
Li Xuanfeng was the first to step into a wooden barrel. His spiritual energy instantly circulated, and a faint purple spiritual light shimmered around his body.
Shi Jingxian and Lin Mochen followed closely behind, their movements extremely eager.
Seeing this, Shen Jinghong did not hesitate either, stepping toward the last barrel.
Fang Hanyu hurriedly stepped forward, his tone carrying a bit of hesitation: "Senior Sister, this barrel... is the one Senior Brother Xiao and I just soaked in."
Shen Jinghong didn't even pause her steps, waving her hand crisply.
"Ah, why care so much! As long as my strength increases, what does this matter?"
Before she finished speaking, she stepped into one of the wooden barrels. Her spiritual energy instantly began to circulate, and a faint spiritual light soon shimmered around her body, clearly having begun to absorb the energy in the spirit liquid.
This was an opportunity from Purple Bamboo Peak; only a fool would miss it over such a trivial matter!
Let alone just going in to refine and absorb it, if it really could increase cultivation, I'd even be happy to hold the barrel and take a few sips!
Gu Changge looked at the four people beside the wooden barrels, each immersed in absorbing the spirit liquid, and then turned to Xuanyangzi and Shi Wanshan, who were still staring at the spiritual light on the edge of the barrels.
"Why did you two Senior Brothers suddenly come to Purple Bamboo Peak today? You didn't just come to fight over these two barrels of spirit liquid, did you?"
Hearing this, Xuanyangzi finally snapped out of the temptation of the spirit liquid. He hastily straightened his robes, putting on the steady appearance a Sect Master should have.
"Of course not! We mainly came to discuss the matter of the Azure Cloud Secret Realm with you."
He paused, then added.
"Over the past few days, I have quietly informed the other Peak Masters about the secret realm, but I made them all swear a Heavenly Dao Oath to never let the news leak out in the slightest. After all, this is a major event concerning the future of the sect; we cannot be careless."
Shi Wanshan hastily nodded in agreement from the side.
"We also specifically selected a total of one hundred disciples from the various peaks. They are all good seedlings with steady temperaments and proper backgrounds, and we are preparing to send them into the secret realm for cultivation.
We came this time just to have you take a look and see if these candidates and arrangements could be made any more secure."
Hearing this, a flash of understanding passed through Gu Changge's eyes. A faint golden light quietly shimmered on his fingertips as his Delusion-Shattering Divine Eyes and divine sense spread out simultaneously, sweeping over the auras of the Peak Masters and the hundred disciples mentioned by Xuanyangzi like a fine net.
Whether it was the solidified Heavenly Dao marks in the Peak Masters' oaths or the pure cultivation thoughts in the disciples' seas of consciousness, there were no anomalies whatsoever.
He retracted his divine sense, his tone becoming a bit more relaxed.
"You have controlled the selection very well. There are no problems with their temperaments or root bones, so there is no need to make any adjustments."
After hearing Gu Changge's words, Xuanyangzi's hanging heart finally settled.
Right at this moment, the communication jade talisman in Xuanyangzi's hand suddenly vibrated gently. He probed it with his fingertip's spiritual energy and clearly saw the contents. The smile on his face instantly froze, immediately replaced by complete astonishment.
"I just received a message from a secret spy. In a canyon ten thousand miles away in the southwest, an ancient secret realm has appeared..."
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
