Zhang Kuang, the sect master of the Extreme Dao Artifact Sect, had completely lost his composure.
Damn it, a whole pack of goddamn beasts!
They knew that kid was coming, so why didn’t anyone warn me?!
Aren’t we all supposed to be brothers? We call each other brothers when we’re bragging together, but now that trouble’s here, you stab me in the back first, huh?!
I really —
Zhang Kuang cursed viciously in his heart, but his aged face squeezed out a bright, beaming smile.
"Venerable Tribulation Transcender, I hadn’t finished speaking earlier. What I meant to say was—if I threw a punch, you’d be the one kneeling, begging me not to die!"
Having cultivated to the Body Unity realm and risen to the position of a great sect’s leader, he wasn’t a fool—aside from missing a few screws in the head, he was even quite quick-witted. In no time, he managed to smooth over the boast he’d just made.
Chen Yi, of course, didn’t take it to heart. After all, these old coots had been muttering about him behind his back for ages. As long as they didn’t do it to his face, he saw no need to pursue it.
But he did take action—since this old man had been caught red-handed, he couldn’t just pretend he hadn’t heard. He warmly stepped forward and shook Zhang Kuang’s hand in greeting.
"What kind of talk is that? There’ll be times when I still need your help in the future—why would I ever kill you?"
Crack, crack—
A series of bone-chilling snapping sounds echoed through the ancient hall.
The other Body Unity elders present couldn’t bear to watch and averted their eyes.
But Zhang Kuang was a tough man. Even as the bones in his arm were ground to powder, he didn’t make a sound. Instead, he grinned broadly and replied:
"Of course, of course! In the future, if there’s anything this old man can do for you, just say the word!"
Chen Yi wasn’t one for pleasantries. He cut straight to the point:
"The Heavenly Dao is reconstructing the laws of immortality. All of you esteemed elders here can no longer hold back—you must break through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage!"
This, too, was a statement, not a request.
The Body Unity peak elders in the room fell into dead silence.
Break through to Tribulation Transcendence? You make it sound so easy.
But what about our lives?
Let’s be honest—who among them could withstand even a single strike of the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder?
Even if a few could survive the first, what about the forty-eight that followed?
Oh, and let’s not forget—it wasn’t just forty-nine strikes of Violet Heaven Divine Thunder anymore. Thanks to the Venerable Tribulation Transcender’s personal experimentation, the Heavenly Secrets had been updated: after those came another thirty-two strikes of Primordial Chaos Thunder!
Who in their right mind would dare touch such a terrifying Immortal Ascension Tribulation?
Did they all have his level of monstrous talent?
He could just casually face the tribulation when he wanted—or simply run away if he didn’t feel like it!
But for them? Once the Immortal Ascension Tribulation locked onto them, there was only one outcome—utter annihilation!
Yet, as they stared at the Venerable Tribulation Transcender blocking the entrance with that faint smile, none dared to refuse outright.
If we say no… will we even make it home today?
The desperate elders turned their pleading gazes toward the Ancestor of the Ethereal Void Holy Land, who had some personal rapport with Chen Yi.
The message was clear: You’re the only one he listens to. Talk some sense into him! We don’t want to die—and neither do you, right?
The Ethereal Void Holy Land’s ancestor let out a long sigh, set down his teacup, and rose to his feet.
"Ah… I’ve been wondering why my left eyelid’s been twitching lately. So this was why…"
Then, his tone suddenly shifted, brimming with righteous fervor:
"Seven thousand three hundred… eight thousand four hundred… This old man has lived eight thousand eight hundred and twenty-one years. With only a millennium of lifespan left, why cling to this withering existence? Better to charge toward death and seek rebirth!"
"To assist the Heavenly Dao in reopening the path of immortality—this is our duty!"
"However, I have one condition—when I attempt my breakthrough, nothing related to you can be present!"
Betrayal. Absolute betrayal!
Had this old man secretly conspired with that monster long ago?
Was this tea gathering just a trap to round them all up in one fell swoop?!
"Hahaha—!" Chen Yi laughed heartily and cupped his hands in salute. "Ancestor Xuanxuzi remains as noble and far-sighted as ever. When the Heavenly Dao reopens the immortal path, I, Chen Yi, will personally assist you in forging an Immortal Physique!"
The hearts of the assembled elders sank like stones.
Terms already negotiated, and you still claim there was no conspiracy?!
Well, well—who would’ve thought the sagely, immortal-like Xuanxuzi could be so shameless and ruthless?
Pah! We’re ashamed to share the same world as you!
Xuanxuzi paid no mind to their resentful glares. Instead, he chuckled and pointed at Chen Yi.
"Then I’ll hold you to your word. If this old man survives, and you don’t deliver that Immortal Physique—I’ll hound you for it!"
Chen Yi didn’t respond. Instead, he simply displayed it.
Hiss—
In an instant, an overwhelming aura of immortal essence flooded the hall. A small mountain of Immortal Spirit Stones materialized, radiating a dazzling, misty glow that nearly blinded the peak Body Unity elders.
"Gah—!"
"What… what is this?!"
"So fragrant… I want it!"
"This… this can’t be… Immortal Spirit Stones?!"
"Ahhh—this feeling is incredible…"
Their hearts raced, their hands trembled, and their bodies lurched forward uncontrollably.
Boom!
A massive black halberd suddenly slammed down in front of the stone pile, its terrifying force sending the reaching elders stumbling back.
Chen Yi swept his gaze over them, his voice calm but firm.
"Esteemed elders, I said it before—only those who transcend the tribulation may enjoy the rewards. The strong reap the spoils."
Once again, the elders fell into a deathly silence.
An Immortal Physique was tempting, but their lives mattered more. They still had plenty of lifespan left—why take such a risk?
Seeing these cowards resist even such temptation, Chen Yi was utterly disappointed.
If he were a trueborn native of the Purple Star Continent, would he even need these spineless weaklings?
He could single-handedly elevate the Purple Star Heavenly Dao!
But he wasn’t. He was a transmigrator. No matter how flawless his fabricated destiny was, it was still fake.
Though he could suppress all opposition for the Purple Star Heavenly Dao, he couldn’t enhance its ability to deduce the laws of immortality.
That still relied on these cowardly old turtles!
Honestly, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao had been too lenient with them. Letting them squat on their cultivation realms, hoarding spiritual essence without contributing—was that right?
Before, out of respect for the Heavenly Dao, Chen Yi had turned a blind eye.
But now?
The Purple Star Heavenly Dao was asleep.
He’d given them a chance. If they refused to act honorably, he’d make them honorable.
Let’s see who could protect them now!
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?"
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?!
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
