The investigation into Zhang Bairen, a first-rank Spacetime Inspector, had concluded.
"He's clean, absolutely loyal to the Celestial Court and to His Majesty Wuji, just like me..."
So remarked Chen Ye, the Seal-Bearing Immortal Official.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Liu Xiaoyao, the Hall Guardian General, was violently elbowing Ling Que and Chu Xingyun, two sixth-rank Archival Immortal Officials from the Bureau of Destiny.
"Who tampered with the intelligence?"
Chu Xingyun slumped in his chair, picking his nose. "No idea."
Liu Xiaoyao slammed the table. "I'll ask one more time—who tampered with it?"
Ling Que, chewing on a strand of celestial grass, shook his head. "No clue!"
"Shameless, aren't you?!" Liu Xiaoyao whipped out a broadsword and pointed it at them. "Altering intelligence to deceive His Majesty Wuji—that’s the crime of deceiving the sovereign! What gives you the right to act so brazenly?!"
"How would I dare? I’m just a lowly sixth-rank official, following orders, diligent and cautious, never overstepping my bounds!"
"Back when Immortal Emperor Lingxiao was exiled to the Purple Star Heaven, we were so starved we had to scavenge for scraps in other celestial domains. Seriously, we were dirt poor! Now that we’ve finally become official Celestial Court officials, we wouldn’t dare slack off!"
"Besides, during the uprising war, I slaughtered at least five thousand, if not ten thousand, celestial soldiers! I’ve shed blood and earned merits for the Wuji Celestial Court! General Liu, you may be a Hall Guardian, but you can’t just slander us out of thin air!"
"Sure, we’ve had dealings with Zi Lingyun, but it was all official business—nothing shady!"
"Framing the innocent—that’s the real crime of deceiving the sovereign!"
"I’ll take this to the central court! I’ll appeal to His Majesty Wuji himself! You —"
Ling Que and Chu Xingyun continued to resist stubbornly, their words growing increasingly vehement. Their righteous, loyalist demeanor was almost moving.
Yet, everything flipped the moment Seal-Bearing Immortal Official Chen Ye arrived like a drifting breeze.
No one knew what methods he used on Ling Que and Chu Xingyun.
All that was known was that he dragged them into a dark room for half an hour. When they emerged, their defiance was gone. Pale as death, they confessed everything and ultimately marched to their execution with tragic resolve...
"Farewell, comrades. Believe in our ideals—they will be realized. The world of our dreams will come!"
Upstream in the River of Time in the Divine Realm, Zhang Bairen wore a pained expression.
Two more key operatives lost on the covert front. Their ranks were thinning, dwindling to almost nothing.
"The spark of the Divine Realm lies with the Disciple of the Supreme, but our hope..."
Zhang Bairen turned slowly, his gaze settling on a certain fragment of ancient history where a certain mischievous avatar was idling.
"Chen Yi, we’ve done all we can to pave the way. Whether the Divine Realm can unite with us against the Immortal Realm is now up to you!"
Chen Yi remained blissfully unaware of the turbulent undercurrents. At the moment, he was happily harvesting a group of recruits.
Originally, these individuals were deeply bound to Lingxiao. The slightest move from Chen Yi would set Lingxiao off—jittery, defensive, like a prickly hedgehog, making it impossible to act!
But now, with the cleanliness-obsessed Wuji stepping in, Lingxiao had retreated again and again. The once-impenetrable defenses crumbled like dust, leaving Chen Yi with an open field. Naturally, he wasn’t about to hold back!
"Your Eminence, you’ve finally come to save me! I’ve waited so long!"
Ye Chen, formerly ranked 30th on the Peak Leaderboard as the 'Tribulation Transcender,' was beside himself with emotion.
A sensitive soul, he’d sensed something was off the moment he set foot in this so-called Immortal Realm. But before he could react, he’d been violated—his soul imprisoned, trapped in an inescapable illusion.
This was definitely not the Immortal Realm!
He’d once met an envoy dispatched during a tribulation. If this were truly the Immortal Realm, that envoy would’ve sought him out immediately!
After all, hunting down tribulation fugitives and upholding the laws of the Immortal Realm was everyone’s duty!
With so many unorthodox cultivators who’d skipped tribulations running around, if this were really the Immortal Realm, how could that envoy not come to arrest them?
Back then, he’d merely brushed against the outskirts of the true Immortal Realm, and the envoy had sniffed him out in an instant!
So the envoy must’ve lost track of him. This place couldn’t possibly be the real Immortal Realm!
That unreliable scoundrel Cai Yu must’ve smuggled them all into some twisted, corrupted dimension, turning them into puppets of some malevolent force!
But now, at last, the envoy had found him!
"Your Eminence, I, Chen, have wandered half a life, lamenting never finding a true master. If you’ll have me, I swear allegiance as your sworn son!"
Freed from his soul’s imprisonment, Ye Chen was overcome with gratitude. He dropped to his knees in reverence.
Chen Yi: "..."
Oh no. This guy’s fixated on me!
I never corrected his delusions, and now he’s dug himself in deeper!
Ah, whatever. The Purple Star Immortal Realm is still an Immortal Realm. What’s the difference where you serve?
Can’t let a genuine immortal go to waste!
After all, the Purple Star Continent had developed too quickly. Every high-tier cultivator was already in use, while nurturing mid- and low-tier ones required time they didn’t have. The talent gap was severe—they had to recruit top-tier outsiders to fill the void!
With that in mind, Chen Yi pulled out a soul contract.
"Sign this, and you’ll be an official member of the Immortal Realm."
In a flash—
Ye Chen didn’t hesitate. Not even a little. If anything, he was eager, stamping his soul mark without a second thought.
And then...
He went from a seasoned veteran to a wide-eyed newbie.
[Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group – Branch 108]
[Group Owner has invited ‘Tribulation Transcender’ to join the chat.]
[Chen Bo (Runner-Up in Cultivation World): Who’s this?!]
[Adolf Anlan (Unemployed God of Light): This newbie’s kinda weak, only mid-stage True Immortal!]
[Liu Bo (Crow Sitting on Airplane): Anlan, you’ve got guts! A mere peak Unity Realm trash talking a True Immortal? You’re not even a fraction of his power!]
[Adolf Anlan (Unemployed God of Light): Bro Liu, why hype him up and trash us? The boss told us to stay spirited—why you slacking?!]
[Lin Yuyu (Little Land God): Newbie need a guide? Sharing group file—"Survival Guide for Newbies."]
[...]
Ye Chen: "..."
This... isn’t what I imagined.
This is the complete opposite!
The envoy isn’t a tribulation dispatcher—he’s the owner of Branch 108?!
His seniority’s so shallow... he could be my grandson, and I just called him ‘father’?!
And what’s with these nobodies in the group?
They don’t even respect a bona fide True Immortal!
Where does this unshakable confidence come from?
From sheer audacity?!
I’m screwed!
I think I’ve been scammed into a cult!
Out of the frying pan, into the fire. My life’s been walking on thin ice—can I even make it to the other side?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
