Bang—
A hammer strike landed with a muffled thud, as if hitting rotten leather.
Yin Huaxuan was sent flying backward, his body twisting unnaturally midair to disperse the force.
By the time he landed, the momentum had been transferred into the ground, shattering countless rocks into debris.
Glancing at the White-Horned Azure Eagle not far away, Li Mo chose not to release the signal arrow.
His Celestial Eye swept over the scene.
[Name: Yin Huaxuan]
[Age: 70]
[Physique: Hundred Beasts Blood-Forged Body]
[Realm: Inner Scenery, Eighth Heaven]
[Fate: Blue tinged with Gray]
[Evaluation: Guardian of the Hundred Beasts Hall in the Demon Summoning Cult. His draconic horn is shattered, his inner world sealed, and he is severely injured.]
[Recent Events: Lured the enemy away, attempting to escape the Qingyuan Sect on his mount.]
......
[Name: Fu Tu]
[Age: 45]
[Physique: Hundred Beasts Blood-Forged Body]
[Realm: Observing Divinity, Eight Apertures]
[Fate: Blue]
[Evaluation: A guide of the Hundred Beasts Hall in the Demon Summoning Cult, subordinate to Yin Huaxuan. Having infiltrated the Qingyuan Sect for thirty years, he is deeply cunning. Born with poor innate physique, he seeks to reverse his fate by climbing higher in the cult.]
[Recent Events: Assisted Yin Huaxuan’s escape and left a hidden trap within him.]
......
Yin Huaxuan’s face flushed with an unhealthy crimson hue.
"Fu Tu, delays invite disaster. If we don’t join forces to kill him now, neither of us will leave this place alive!"
As he spoke, he forcibly activated his cultivation, causing draconic scales to sprout across his body. Like a demonic serpent, he lunged forward.
A terrifying shockwave erupted, shattering stone pillars in the Streamstone Forest.
But with his draconic horn already broken, his aura was far weaker than during the battle in Qinghe County.
Old grudges and new hatred.
He attacked with everything he had.
The White-Horned Azure Eagle also dove from the sky, joining the assault.
"Elder Yin Hua."
"Has it only been a few days since you’ve fallen so low?"
Li Mo executed the first stance of the "King of Brawlers" while his right hand ignited with the blazing light of the Scarlet Sky Sword. Sword shadows multiplied like a radiant sun.
With two Mystic Pills now circulating within him, this supreme technique shone brighter than ever.
"Die!"
Suddenly, Fu Tu arrived, his eyes sharp and cold.
His body expanded as if forged from steel.
The roars of tigers and leopards erupted around him, and behind his back, spectral images of the beasts materialized, their oppressive presence crashing like tidal waves.
This was the power of Observing Divinity—condensing one’s soul-intent through divine diagrams to amplify one’s strength.
Any ordinary Observing Divinity cultivator would crumble quickly under such a coordinated assault.
But the aperture between Li Mo’s brows began to glow faintly.
He was only at the first aperture of Observing Divinity.
His soul-intent was not yet strong enough to fully manifest the vast divine form.
Yet, summoning a wisp of moonlight to shield himself was more than enough.
Hum—
The moonlight draped over him like a silken veil.
Instantly, everything around him seemed to slow. Li Mo could see the White-Horned Azure Eagle’s feathers, swift as lightning, now drifting lazily in the wind.
"No, they didn’t slow down."
"I’ve gotten faster."
A realization dawned on him.
And this shift in speed wasn’t about movement.
It was time itself.
......
Rare Beast Peak.
Elder Hanhe arrived first, his gaze sweeping over Ouyang and the others before settling on the scattered corpses of exotic beasts. He asked gravely,
"Did you find traces of Yin Huaxuan?"
"Reporting to the Elder, the beasts of Rare Beast Peak suddenly went berserk, which is why we fired the signal arrow," Xu Zhiqing replied, sheathing her sword and clasping her fists.
"Beast rampage?"
Elder Hanhe raised an eyebrow in surprise. The slain beasts were only eighth-tier.
Ouyang wiped his sweat.
"Actually, there were quite a few seventh-tier beasts earlier."
"And now?"
"Li Mo killed them all."
Xu Zhiqing pressed her lips together, her expression complicated.
If not for Li Mo, their group would have suffered injuries.
"Killed them all..."
Elder Hanhe blinked.
The old man glanced around—he wasn’t blind, so where were the corpses?
Ouyang lowered his voice. "Li Mo seems to have a spatial treasure. He stuffed them all in after killing them."
Elder Hanhe: "..."
The accompanying elite disciples: "..."
His hands weren’t exactly clean.
Elder Hanhe sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Fine. Give me a detailed account of what happened."
"Elder, I drew everything. Would you like to see?"
Ouyang held up a sketchbook.
Elder Hanhe gave him a strange look but took the book and flipped through it.
He saw Li Mo slaughtering the beasts and chasing the White-Horned Azure Eagle into the sky.
A rampage...
That White-Horned Azure Eagle clearly hadn’t lost its mind like the other enraged beasts.
So why had it hidden among them?
Elder Hanhe pondered for a moment.
"Let’s follow that eagle."
With that, he took to the skies once more.
......
Meanwhile.
At the Mistbloom Eternal Spring in the Autumn Water Pavilion.
Moonlight bathed the artificial hilltop in serenity.
Mist curled upward, and the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool echoed intermittently.
Ying Bing, clad in a snug bathrobe, soaked in the warm spring. The heat pressed the fabric against her delicate figure, accentuating her curves.
There was no denying it.
This spring was truly soothing...
After immersing herself, she felt as if tiny fish were gently nibbling at her skin, akin to a fish spa treatment. Even the two mystical pills hovering around her seemed to rotate faster.
Her mind felt soothed, as if caressed by a gentle hand.
At this moment, her heart was serene—
The system rankings, the anomalies of heaven and earth, the Qingyuan Sect's crisis... all distracting thoughts faded away.
"Comfortable, isn't it?"
Shang Wu smiled and added, "I opened a skylight in this artificial mountain. You can see the moon from here too."
"Mmm."
Ying Bing lifted her delicate head, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.
Now, she could control the power of the lunar essence within her body.
Because she had touched the source of power—
Enlightenment.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a strange ripple spread through the air.
The pool water trembled.
Shang Wu, who had been sipping wine, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly and finished her cup with a smile.
"Little Bing'er, you're progressing quite fast."
Indeed.
Now, with the two souls of the Nine-Colored Phoenix and the insights gained from observing the incomplete Bronze Divine Tree, Ying Bing had reached the moment of unlocking her meridians.
Her forehead glowed brilliantly.
A shimmering jade light slowly took form.
Shang Wu yawned, keeping watch over Ying Bing while glancing outside the artificial mountain.
"Will my precious disciple return tonight?"
......
At the Streamstone Forest, the battle had reached its climax.
Li Mo wielded a sword in his right hand and a hammer in his left, striking relentlessly. The gusts from his hammer and the arcs of his sword shook the void, shattering countless stone pillars.
Moreover, bathed in moonlight, his speed was astonishing. Time and again, he found openings in the trio's coordinated attacks, exploiting their weaknesses.
For a moment, it was Li Mo who had the two men and the beast scrambling in disarray.
"This brat is even more unpredictable than before, even without his secret techniques..."
"Fu Tu, you and I..."
Yin Huaxuan's eyes burned crimson.
Just as he was about to stake everything in a desperate fight, he suddenly froze—his strength was rapidly draining away, even the dragon scales on his body were receding.
No, not draining—it was being sucked toward his abdomen...
Thud—
A hand pierced through his stomach from behind.
"Yin Hua, it's too late. Even if you kill Li Mo, you won't escape."
Fu Tu's voice, laced with suppressed bloodlust, echoed coldly.
He viciously tore out the beast seed wrapped in a pill from Yin Huaxuan's abdomen.
"How could I sleep soundly with you alive in the Qingyuan Sect?"
Li Mo: "..."
Spectacular.
This is how demonic sect members are—
Even with their own, they’re heart-to-heart... literally.
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?"
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
