After receiving approval, Xu Jinghong cautiously spoke:
"Senior, Caifish secretly split off a sub-mark from the Primordial Chaos Mark in my consciousness to transmit information. I initially thought you were aware, but it seems you didn’t notice..."
"What?!"
Chen Yi’s brows furrowed sharply, his anger surging uncontrollably. "What is it trying to do?!"
"Senior, please don’t get agitated..." Xu Jinghong hurriedly explained. "Caifish said it has a way to help me revive Xiuzhi and asked me to find a chance to escape from you. But you know me—I’ve always stood by your side!"
Hearing this, Chen Yi suddenly froze, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable fury in his heart before asking in a low voice, "Was I really that agitated just now?"
"Senior, you..." Xu Jinghong’s expression turned grave as a possibility dawned on him. "Yes, ever since Caifish suddenly changed temperament, your state seems... a bit off too!"
Chen Yi fell into silence.
It was true.
His state wasn’t right, but contrary to Xu Jinghong’s assumption, it hadn’t started when Caifish’s temperament shifted. Instead, it began when that idiot Ling Xiao recklessly invited Wuji into the game, only to shoot himself in the foot!
Ling Xiao’s brain-dead move had ruined Chen Yi’s plans, and anger was justified. But after cursing him out and seizing what he could, the rage should’ve dissipated. So why did it linger, even affecting his usually unshakable composure? Why had he become so irritable?
The situation was already set in stone. Logically, even if the worst outcome had come to pass, he should’ve accepted it calmly and started planning his next move. So why was he still stuck cursing that moron Ling Xiao?
Aside from venting his unresolved fury, this served no purpose!
But why couldn’t he shake off this anger?
This was a question worth pondering.
Damn it, he must’ve been tainted by something foul!
Realizing this, Chen Yi immediately cleared his mind, steadied his spirit, and began reviewing the entire situation to pinpoint the anomaly.
"First, although Wuji was invited into the game, so far he’s only used some unknown method to influence that idiot dragon. I’ve maintained a safe distance and taken precautions. Even if I couldn’t fully block his esoteric tricks, I should’ve at least sensed something!"
"If he were truly powerful enough to silently manipulate my state of mind, would he have let Ling Xiao escape? Probably not his doing."
"I’ve only interacted with Ling Xiao. So, you dumbass Ling Xiao, what did you do to me? I’m seriously pissed off right now!"
"Sigh—Calm down. Anger only clouds judgment. Chen Yi, right now you’re like a fish hooked by a line. You have to shake it off, or you’ll exhaust yourself and be dragged out of the water!"
"That idiot Ling Xiao first withdrew his power, causing the Heaven-Earth Wuji Qiankun Seal to collapse, intending for me to seize over half control of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. He wanted to dump the treasury on me so Wuji would come after me!"
"But I saw through it. My split consciousness elbowed him, disrupting his will imprint from coalescing in time. Then I snatched three Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds, six Evil-Dispelling Dungeon Realms, and thirty-six chat groups before making my escape!"
"During this process, Ling Xiao couldn’t have done anything to me. So, the problem must lie with the split consciousness suppressed by the Heaven-Earth Wuji Qiankun Seal!"
"It’s Wuji—his power. I absorbed some extremely advanced Dao Rhyme!"
"Damn it, Wuji’s poison!"
Without hesitation, Chen Yi severed his connection to that split consciousness.
"Hiss—"
Losing 60% of his spiritual power didn’t harm his foundation, but it left him feeling hollow. Even Chen Yi couldn’t help but pale slightly.
"Senior, are you alright?" Xu Jinghong asked, eyes full of concern.
"No matter." Chen Yi waved him off, his previously turbulent gaze now clear and composed. "Old Xu, the situation’s complicated. I’ll be removing your account from Group One soon. If you have anything left to say, say it now."
Wuji’s entry was irreversible. Chen Yi could no longer act as freely as before.
Now that the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk had split into three independent fragments, keeping Xu Jinghong in Group One risked Wuji tracking him down.
For safety’s sake, Xu Jinghong had to leave Group One!
After a moment of silence, Xu Jinghong smiled bitterly. "Senior, does this mean the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies?"
Chen Yi’s gaze was complex. "Perhaps."
"I understand." Xu Jinghong’s tone carried a hint of melancholy, but having chosen this path, he had to see it through.
Sorry, brothers and sisters. For Xiuzhi, I have no other choice.
[Love and Harmony Big Family (Formerly Interdimensional Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #6)]
[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): Folks, the boss moved fast this time. We’ve got two and a half hours left before heading to the Immortal Realm. Kinda nervous—gonna munch a chicken leg to calm down!]
[Primordial Heaven Brush (Rank 6, Yao Suansheng): After transmigrating for so long, you’re still roasting him?]
[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): Nah, stopped ages ago.]
[Down-and-Out City Lord (Rank 8, Su Le): You didn’t even say who ‘he’ is.]
[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): But he’s the only one I ever roasted!]
[Murong Dugu (Rank 7, Murong Dugu): That’s called dedication!]
[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Rank 3, Xu Jinghong): Brothers and sisters, the road ahead is long. I’m tired—can’t walk anymore. I’m leaving now. Once I go, it’s for good.]
[Qianling Spark (Rank 4, Mo Qian): ? Old Xu, what nonsense are you spouting now?]
[The Kid Who Never Gains Weight (Rank 2, Shen Lingxi): No way! Old Xu, don’t do this! I don’t wanna have to come suppress your rampages again!]
[Murong Dugu (Rank 7, Murong Dugu): Ah, love—what can it make people do? Old Xu, you still can’t let her go, can you? Would she want you like this?]
[Primordial Heaven Brush (Rank 6, Yao Suansheng): Of all words in the world, ‘love’ cuts deepest! Good thing I built my foundation on it—immune to heartbreak!]
[Cycle of Heaven’s Dao (Rank 18, Yu Zian): Sigh, bro, if only you’d spoken sooner...]
[Down-and-Out City Lord (Rank 8, Su Le): Oh? Tea?]
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Everyone, shut up!]
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): @Heaven-Treading Ancestor, Old Xu, what do you mean? Spit it out clearly!]
[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Rank 3, Xu Jinghong): Lord Caifish, my apologies... I betrayed you again.]
[Ding! ‘Heaven-Treading Ancestor’ account data lost due to abnormal activity.]
As the group system’s notification popped up...
The chat logs of Peak Rank Three, 'Tian-Treading Ancestor,' came to a halt here. The grayed-out avatar would no longer pulse, not even for a simple greeting...
At the same time.
Two 'newcomers' joined Group 108!
These two were exceptionally formidable!
The moment they entered, they instantly claimed the top two spots on the group's power rankings, even surpassing the original leader, 'TMD Heavenly Tribulation Is Still Chasing Me'!
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
