"Ha ha ha..."
"I laugh at Chen Yi's lack of wit and Ling Xiao's lack of strategy, letting me manipulate them effortlessly and escape unscathed!"
"Ha ha ha, so satisfying!!!"
The Little Golden Dragon, having forcibly seized one-fifth of the family fortune, could no longer suppress its joy and burst into unrestrained laughter!
It had been far too difficult—its dragon horns were nearly rubbed bald from racking its brain to devise such a flawless plan. Yet, it never expected Ling Xiao to defy all expectations and completely disrupt everything!
At first, it thought failure was inevitable, that it would face Chen Yi's scolding.
But who would have guessed Chen Yi was also a fraud? He seemed utterly oblivious to its schemes. In the end, with a desperate gamble, the Little Golden Dragon actually pulled off a miraculous comeback!
"Ha ha ha, pure bliss! I thought I had overestimated you, but turns out I was wrong—you’re just not that impressive, Chen Yi!"
"Today is a good day, everything I wished for has come true..."
Unable to contain its excitement, the Little Golden Dragon coiled around the now one-fifth remaining Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, writhing in dark delight, rolling and crawling like a mad creature...
In truth, Chen Yi couldn’t fathom why it was so happy.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk should have been entirely its possession. Now, with only a fifth left, it was incomplete, broken—practically useless. Yet it was celebrating?
Was its brain malfunctioning?
Oh, so you're happy?
Let me ruin that for you.
With a thought, Chen Yi logged into the account of "Tribulation Heavenly Venerable."
The foolish dragon had split off the chat group, gaining absolute independence, but it also lost the safety net of Ling Xiao's treasury and now had to fend for itself!
[One Big Happy Family (Formerly Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #6)]
[Tribulation Heavenly Venerable (Peak Thirty, Ye Chen): Boss, we’ve rebelled, but why can’t I access the Peak Rankings anymore? That daily reward of 10,000 immortal spirit stones... can we still claim it?]
A single stone stirred a thousand waves. All the members, previously riding high on their victory, fell into stunned silence.
Right—rebellion was thrilling in the moment, but now that they were officially traitors, how could they still collect their stipends from the "imperial court"?
Though they had amassed considerable savings over the years, without a stable income, they’d eventually exhaust their resources.
And the affordable, convenient Multiverse Store was now inaccessible. Not only were all their accumulated points wasted, but more critically—where would they find the rare cultivation resources they relied on?
In the path of cultivation, resources reign supreme. Immortal spirit stones were the foundation, but a house couldn’t stand on just a foundation. Without materials to build upon it, it would remain a barren, square box—like a desolate tomb!
Were they supposed to scavenge for cultivation resources themselves?
Don’t joke around!
This group had no weaklings—everyone was at least a True Immortal!
But the lower realms were barren. Even if they wanted to search, there was nowhere to look!
The more they thought about it, the more uneasy they grew. Panic began to set in.
[Godly GG Explosion (Peak Twenty-Nine, Zhu Wujie): Boss, you know me—I can’t sit idle. Always looking for something to do. What’s our next move? Are we heading to the Immortal Realm?]
[Divine Tourist (Peak Nineteen, Ji Fenxing): To be honest, when Boss first planned the uprising, I started stockpiling from the Multiverse Store. But daily supplies were limited, and everyone else was silently hoarding too. I barely got anything!]
[Hard to Say Goodbye (Peak Twenty, Pei Yanqiu): I’ve got some reserves, but I’m still nervous. This feels shaky.]
[Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak Eighteen, Yu Zian): Can a living person really die from holding it in? Boss, we’re at our peak right now—should we just charge into the Immortal Realm?]
Little Golden Dragon: ...
This is getting more ridiculous by the minute. Charge into the Immortal Realm?
You want to die?
Ling Xiao’s sudden "illness" hasn’t even faded yet. Wu Ji would be overjoyed if we showed up to deliver ourselves to him!
The lower realms beneath the Immortal Realm are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Hiding, he can’t find us. But if we reveal ourselves? Instant annihilation!
Still, they did need a stable income. Over the years, it had embezzled plenty from Ling Xiao’s treasury through special channels, but even those reserves wouldn’t last forever. At most, they’d run dry within a century!
And besides the greediest among them, there were still twenty-three other chat groups to support—all filled with promising talents they couldn’t abandon. Tough situation...
Ah, the good old days when Ling Xiao’s epochal treasury backed them. Even after millennia, less than a hundred-millionth had been spent. It could embezzle freely without worry. Those were truly carefree times...
Now, independent and free, but without ample supplies? This was unsustainable...
[Group Owner has removed ‘Han Family’s Miss from Gaodao’ from ‘One Big Happy Family’]
[Group Owner has removed ‘Han Family’s Miss from Gaodao’ from ‘Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #1’]
Han Qianxue, still buried in the Eleventh Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds: ...
Wait, you—
Oh, so now I’m the unwanted stray ghost, huh?
Little brat, just you wait!
Lord Chen Yi, help me!
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Mission accomplished. No need to keep the mole in the house. I’m sure you all figured it out already, right?]
[Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak Eighteen, Yu Zian): Farewell, Sister Qianxue!]
[Runaway Salted Fish (Peak Twelve, Chen Fusheng): Even though I’ve technically risen to Peak Eleven now, I don’t feel happy at all. This hurts.]
[Murong Dugu (Peak Six, Murong Dugu): Can we hide the real names in the tags? Everyone else has cool aliases, but mine’s just my real name. So embarrassing...]
[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Peak Three, Xu Jinghong): What’s all this muttering? Let me tell you—Han Qianxue is fine! She’s just... tied up for now.]
[The Unfattenable Brat (Exalted Peak Two, Shen Lingxi): Ah, fate is cruel. But at least we know Qianxue is alive. I hope she’s not suffering wherever she is...]
[Tribulation Heavenly Venerable (Peak Thirty, Ye Chen): Sister Qianxue’s departure is sad, but Boss changing the subject is even more unsettling. Boss, where do we go from here? I’m panicking...]
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Look at you, always rushing. Do you think my plans are that shallow? Daily rewards will keep coming. But yes, we do need a stable income. I’ve got a lead in the Immortal Realm—high risk, but the profits are insane.]
[Primordial Heavenly Brush (Peak Seven, Yao Suansheng): Boss, is this safe? Last time the Immortal Realm trial zone was launched prematurely, so many members died!]
[Runaway Salted Fish (Peak Twelve, Chen Fusheng): True. Thank goodness I was only assigned to loiter outside the Immortal Realm back then. If I’d gone in, I’d have been doomed...]
【Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak 18, Yu Zian): Exactly!】
【Tribulation Transcendent (Peak 30, Ye Chen): No exaggeration—back then, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. My instincts were screaming warnings—it definitely wasn’t just some "gaze of longevity" nonsense like Elder Taichu Brush claimed!】
【God GG Boom (Peak 29, Zhu Wujie): Old Ye isn’t wrong. Everyone knows he’s survived the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, so his intuition is razor-sharp. It’s like sensitive skin—the slightest disturbance sets it off...】
The real account owner: ......
What’s wrong with having sensitive instincts?
Unlike you lot, dull as rocks, trapped in a pit and still clueless!
I invested first, so I reap the rewards—you’ll just have to suffer later!
【A Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): I know you’re all anxious, but hold your horses. Endure this rough patch for now. As for opening the Immortal Path, let me weigh the risks carefully. Once we’ve minimized the danger, I’ll lead everyone to plunder resources!】
After sending this message, the Little Golden Dragon’s avatar went offline.
Shortly after, Chen Yi’s three-star Chaos doppelgänger, lurking in the shadows, witnessed it coiling around the fragments of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, writhing and convulsing as it began to... slither away like some sinister creature.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
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?"
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.”
