The Immortal Realm was seething with undercurrents, and Chen Yi was spewing curses!
For no other reason than...
That damn bastard Ling Xiao wasn’t going down without a fight, even leaving behind obstacles on his way out!
Under the Creation Disk, there were a total of one hundred and twenty chat groups. Excluding the decommissioned Group Six and Group Ninety-Eight, as well as the forty-eight groups taken by the little golden dragon and himself, Ling Xiao still controlled seventy chat groups, comprising three thousand members scattered across the myriad realms!
And when transferring ownership of the Creation Disk, Ling Xiao did only one thing!
He emptied over sixty percent of the Epoch Treasury!
Of course, he was merely a manifested will imprint left in this world—incapable of taking away such an astronomical amount of resources. Moreover, without the cover of the Creation Disk, he couldn’t safeguard them either!
That bastard, knowing he couldn’t take them, transferred the bulk of the resources through the Creation Disk to every member except those in Group Four, even thoughtfully attaching a World Pearl for storage. Then, without hesitation, he retracted all the mental anchors within the members’ consciousness and wiped their information clean!
All that remained for Chen Yi was roughly thirty-eight percent of the treasury, half of the shattered Creation Disk fragments, and the subordinate Group Four.
Bear in mind, Chen Yi had once served as an administrator of these chat groups. He knew exactly what the Epoch Treasury held. With just a quick check, he realized how much was missing!
The transfer of sixty-two percent of the resources, down to the decimal, wasn’t because Ling Xiao didn’t want to take more—it was simply because he ran out of time!
Chen Yi had no doubt that if Wuji had delayed him any longer, that idiot Ling Xiao would’ve drained the Epoch Treasury completely, leaving him with nothing but a crippled Creation Disk and the useless Group Four!
“Oh, very good, Ling Xiao! So this was your plan all along?!”
“You think hiding them will stop me from finding them?”
“Don’t forget—Zhao Huazhen is mine now. Once I restore the Creation Disk, tracking down those missing members is only a matter of time!”
“A year if not sooner, a decade if not a year, a century if not a decade—even a millennium, ten thousand years!”
“I have all the time in the world. I can afford to wait. But you?”
“Your Epoch Dao Essence dwindles with every use—it doesn’t replenish!”
“You’d better pray I never catch you. If I do, you’ll regret it!”
This time, Chen Yi was truly furious.
He had gone to such lengths to hold off Wuji for Ling Xiao, even taking the pressure off his shoulders. And what did that bastard do in return? Not only did he refuse to help, but he also stabbed Chen Yi in the back!
Ling Xiao knew full well that hiding the members was pointless—Chen Yi would find them eventually. Yet he still chose to waste Chen Yi’s time, creating unnecessary complications out of sheer spite!
At its core, that idiot Ling Xiao just wanted to sit back and watch Wuji and Chen Yi tear each other apart, waiting to swoop in and claim the spoils!
Wishful thinking!
Chen Yi’s gaze turned icy as he summoned his true form’s manifestation. In one swift motion, he seized the shattered remnants of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and refined them instantly.
His resolve was now absolute. Even if he had to safeguard the Purple Star Immortal Realm single-handedly while guarding against Wuji’s potential betrayal, he would sever Ling Xiao’s roots!
He would never allow Ling Xiao to retreat into the shadows, waiting to pluck the fruits of his labor!
Time passed in a flash—three days gone.
Over these three days, Chen Yi meticulously inspected every inch of the shattered Creation Disk fragments. Only after triple-checking that all of Ling Xiao’s lingering filth had been purged did he finally bring the largest fragment back to the Purple Star Immortal Realm. He then summoned Zhao Huazhen, the little golden dragon who now served as both the Ascension Bureau’s Director and the Nethergate Pavilion’s Master, into the Illusory Star Cave Heaven.
“Brother Yi, what’s up? I’ve got a ton of work on my plate—my subordinates can’t handle anything without me. I’m exhausted!”
After weeks of grueling labor, the little golden dragon looked visibly worn out. The moment he stepped into the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, he predictably began venting his frustrations.
But credit where it’s due—compared to his former lazy, carefree self, Zhao Huazhen now carried an air of authority.
He didn’t even think of quitting outright. Instead, he seemed acutely aware of the weight on his shoulders. Complaints aside, he showed no signs of slacking off or resigning.
In a way, it was like his evolution had been delayed. When Zhao Huazhen transformed from a dim-witted little fish into the ultimate golden dragon, only his physical form had advanced. His mind remained sluggish, still a bit of an idiot, slow on the uptake.
But after weeks of tempering in the Purple Star Immortal Court, his mentality had finally undergone a qualitative shift. At last, he was completing his full metamorphosis from a foolish fish into a true golden dragon.
“Not bad. You’ve actually got some official presence now. I thought you’d barge in here demanding to quit,” Chen Yi teased.
“Brother Yi, people grow. I’m just a late bloomer. Quitting is off the table—serving the people is my duty!” Zhao Huazhen declared with utmost seriousness.
It had to be said—the Purple Star Immortal Court was a true crucible of character. Chen Yi could prop Zhao Huazhen up to a high position, but keeping it depended entirely on the little dragon himself. If he couldn’t measure up, being sidelined would be no one’s fault but his own.
And clearly, Zhao Huazhen hadn’t been completely sidelined.
Though his mind worked slower than those cunning old foxes—often getting played like a fool—he was still learning. Every setback taught him a lesson. He couldn’t stay a fool forever, could he?
He wasn’t actually stupid. He knew when he was being mocked, and he reflected on it.
Sure, he couldn’t outwit schemers like Ling Xiao or Chen Yi, nor could he match veterans like Fang Zheng or Gu Yuan. Hell, he might even struggle against his own underlings. But there was no way he’d lose to some clueless rookie enforcers, right?
It was like leveling up. Right now, Zhao Huazhen was Level 10. It made sense that he couldn’t compete with Level 100 big shots. But those big shots had hit their ceiling—they couldn’t advance further. Meanwhile, Zhao Huazhen, at a mere Level 10, had ninety more levels to climb. His potential was limitless—he’d catch up eventually.
He no longer wanted to pretend to be some master schemer. That was just self-deception, like a paper tiger—pierced with a single poke, leaving him a laughingstock.
He wanted to become genuinely shrewd—so much so that others would mistake him for a fool, while he alone knew who the real fool was.
So, the Purple Star Immortal Court? This perfect training ground? He was staying. Even if Chen Yi whipped him, he wouldn’t leave.
Sensing Zhao Huazhen’s unwavering determination, Chen Yi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seems I underestimated you, Brother Dragon. You’re the true servant of the people!”
At that, Zhao Huazhen’s face flushed. “Brother Yi, that’s all in the past. Let’s not bring it up, alright? I admit I was young and reckless back then...”
“Fine,” Chen Yi waved a hand. “Though I did prefer your unruly side, since you’ve come this far, it’s time to make you whole again.”
As soon as the words left his mouth—
The gleaming fragments of the Creation Disk materialized in a flash.
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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?"
