Fang Fan suddenly spoke up, causing the two high-ranking Heavenly Officials who had been chatting happily to pause in surprise.
Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly. "Brother Ye, the kid's a bit stubborn. He insists on verifying everything, no matter how tough it gets—won’t stop until he hits a wall. He scrutinizes every detail in his work, so you can trust him with important matters. If that pouch isn’t too valuable, why not let him take a look..."
"Well, well, Old Fang, is that an insult or a compliment?" Ye Wuchen chuckled, pointing at him. "Fine, it’s nothing special anyway. I picked it up in the Void Turbulence. The only thing of value is the drop of heart’s blood on it. If the kid wants to play with it, let him."
With that, he casually flicked the bloodstained pouch toward Fang Fan.
The moment Fang Fan touched it, his heart shuddered violently!
As if guided by some unseen force, an invisible vortex seemed to pull at him!
This feeling was far from unfamiliar—in fact, he knew it all too well. It had started when he ran away from home at the age of three. The first time this mysterious pull guided him, he stumbled upon a lost pure-blooded Qilin!
This was the call of destiny, an opportunity for growth!
His instincts were never wrong!
There was something off about this pouch!
Let me see what’s hidden here that even a big shot like the God of Wealth couldn’t detect...
As the saying goes, a father knows his son best. The moment Fang Fan’s butt twitched, Fang Zheng knew exactly what kind of fart he was about to let out. He immediately joked, "Hey, Brother Ye, if my son actually finds something even you missed, wouldn’t that make you look kinda lame?"
Fang Fan was still too green—eager to prove himself but careless with his words. If he really uncovered something Ye Wuchen had overlooked, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face for the mighty God of Wealth?
That’s why his old man had to step in with some preemptive damage control. By framing it as a joke first, he softened the blow. Whether Fang Fan discovered anything or not, the atmosphere wouldn’t turn awkward.
"Old Fang, seems like you’ve got a lot of faith in your kid, huh?" Ye Wuchen smirked. He wasn’t the same guy who only knew how to lighten the mood anymore. After all these years as the God of Wealth, even if he couldn’t always say the right thing, he sure knew how to read between the lines.
Fang Zheng waved his hand dismissively. "You think I just randomly picked my chat group nickname? This brat nearly got me sacrificed to the heavens—how could he be ordinary?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head with a light laugh. "Speaking of which, the chat group’s been down for over a decade, right? Wonder how the old gang’s doing. If Brother Yi hadn’t forbidden it, I’d have dragged them all here to work..."
Just then—
Whatever Fang Fan had poked at must have hit the right spot, because an overwhelming surge of soul energy erupted from the bloodstained pouch!
Ye Wuchen’s expression changed instantly. He raised a hand to shield Fang Fan, who had already been knocked unconscious, while his God of Wealth robes billowed despite the absence of wind. The vast soul force of a peak True Immortal poured forth, forcibly suppressing the foreign energy back into the pouch!
At the same time, he condensed his soul energy into a spear, ruthlessly thrusting it into the pouch to locate the source of the disturbance. Upon confirming it was a deeply hidden spatial node, he callously pried it open and expanded it!
"Old Fang, this guy’s no pushover. I’ll hold him—you go in and check!"
"Got it!"
Fang Zheng immediately checked on his son first, confirming he was unharmed before tossing him aside and transforming into a streak of light, charging straight into the spatial node!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!!"
"I just took a nap! Where the hell am I now?!"
"Where did this True Immortal come from? Who’s coming in? No, no, don’t come in..."
In a strange, otherworldly space, a pale-faced Daoist screamed in terror.
But it was no use. Most of his primordial spirit was locked in a tug-of-war, forcibly held in place. If not for the fact that this space had been refined by him for years, tightly fused together, he would’ve already been yanked out by that unfamiliar True Immortal!
Even so, the intruder had pried open the entrance and shoved someone inside!
Now, immobilized like a fish on a chopping block, he could only wait for the inevitable...
"Most of the chat group’s functions are locked. Even applying to enter the Exorcism Dungeon requires approval—no time for that..."
"Alas, is this the end for Ye Ancai?"
The Daoist wailed in despair. Sensing a Pseudo-Immortal rapidly approaching his true form, he had no choice but to open the chat group anchor in his consciousness. After a grueling two-and-a-half-second login verification, he finally got in, ready to leave his last words.
[Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group of All Realms – Branch 4]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): Bros and sis, I’m done for. Took a nap, woke up to some unknown True Immortal grabbing me. At least late-stage, definitely hostile. No way I’m escaping... If I survive, Tian Tian, can you grant me one request?]
[Long Mingxin of Star Block (Group Owner, True Immortal Late Stage, Peak Rank 7, Long Mingxin): If this is real, I hope it’s fake. If it’s fake, I hope it’s real!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Tch. Men and their pathetic tricks!]
[Zhao Yu of No Lewding Allowed (Pseudo-Immortal Peak, Peak Rank 35, Zhao Yu): Tian Tian’s mine! Don’t think just because you’re stronger now you can do whatever you want—I’ll surpass you sooner or later!]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): I might fib a little usually, but this time it’s real. He’s here. He sees me. I’M SCREWED!!!!!]
[‘Ye Ancai of Yi Country’ is now offline.]
[Mo Wushuang of Humanity’s Doom (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.86 Billion, Mo Wushuang): Uh... so is this real or not? Most system functions are under maintenance—no notifications, no way to tell!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Well, since it’s come to this... let’s sing a song. [Your gray avatar will no longer light up... (Audio.MP3)]]
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?"
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!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
