The vast Sword City stretched between two mountain ranges.
The towering Sword Pagoda pierced the sky like a colossal divine blade. At this moment, the rising sun cast its rays upon the pagoda, etching its enormous shadow across the mountain gate.
Beneath this shadow lay ten dueling platforms.
After the Sword City elder finished speaking, the arena fell silent.
"Which hero will step up first to set an example for us?"
"Where are all those valiant warriors from earlier?"
...
To take the stage now meant holding it for three consecutive days—a daunting challenge.
Only those with unshakable confidence in their own strength would dare ascend at this moment.
"This one shall make the first attempt."
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd.
Li Mo, who had just put away his brush, turned toward the sound.
The speaker wore beast-patterned armor, his features stern, a long spear gripped in his hand. Dozens of personal guards flanked him, exuding an air of solemn authority.
The "Hengyun Sword Mark" was not solely for comprehending sword techniques.
Though swordsmen dominated the scene, it was simply because martial artists across Yunzhou—and indeed the world—revered the sword.
"It's Young Marquis Zhong!"
"The young marquis is mighty! A true general's bearing!"
The crowd erupted in flattery, each trying to outdo the other.
Li Mo couldn't resist using his Heavenly Destiny Eye to observe him.
Hm?
His brow twitched slightly.
[Name: Zhong Zhenyue]
[Age: 22]
[Constitution: Iron Horse Golden Spear Body]
[Cultivation: Observing Divinity, Five Apertures]
[Destiny: Blue tinged with Purple]
[Evaluation: Son of the Southern Suppressing King. A hardened soldier since youth, straightforward to a fault.]
[Recent Misfortune: On his way to Yunzhou, he was deceived by the Misty Rain Pavilion's Holy Maiden, Yin Mianmian—who didn't even need to use her Bewitching Heart Art before he swore to marry her... Unwittingly aided Misty Rain Pavilion in seizing the Hengyun Sword Mark, later punished severely by his father.]
Li Mo: "..."
An inexperienced, iron-willed rich kid meets a top-tier seductress, huh?
This was troublesome.
The guy wasn't poisoned, wasn't ensnared by some bewitching technique, and wasn't even affiliated with Misty Rain Pavilion.
Sword City wasn't the Qingyuan Sect—its elders wouldn't just take Li Mo's word for it.
"One step at a time."
Li Mo shook his head.
He had two priorities now:
First, refine his "Nine Swords of Dugu" to a higher level through these duels.
Second, help the "ice block" (Ying Bing) and Princess Jiang Chulong study the Hengyun Sword Mark.
Misty Rain Pavilion clearly had designs on the Sword Mark, but his Heavenly Destiny Eye hadn't revealed any of their assassins yet.
Still, as long as the martial summit continued, they'd make their move eventually.
"Ice block—"
Li Mo turned to speak, only to find Ying Bing already standing on a platform.
The crowd erupted in gasps.
"Isn't that the Domineering Empress? Liu Wuyan?"
"It's her! They look identical!"
"Wait, bro, you've read 'The Domineering Empress Falls for Me' too?"
"So the comic actually based its characters on real people?"
"Ugh... I wanna be Empress Wuyan's loyal dog!"
"Empress Wuyan, invincible under heaven!"
"I'll raise her banner high—who dares oppose her?!"
...
The arena grew even livelier than when Zhong Zhenyue had stepped up, nearly devolving into a fan meetup.
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed.
She hadn't expected the comic to be this popular.
First of all, her name wasn't Liu Wuyan...
Yet her frown only amplified the cheers.
Li Mo: "...So Senior Brother Ouyang, you modeled Liu Wuyan after Ying Bing?"
"What could I do? She's the standard. You know how unfairly perfect our junior sister looks—I racked my brains but couldn't imagine a more empress-like figure."
Ouyang shrugged, then added:
"Oh, and Jiang Chen is based on you, Junior Brother Li. Art draws from life, after all. You taught me well."
Watching the frenzied crowd, Li Mo never imagined—
He'd one day be hit by his own ricochet.
Nor that he'd become a celebrity heartthrob...
"Wow, is that Jiang Chen?"
"He looks so gentle and handsome—a true gentleman!"
"Wait, so 'The Domineering Empress Falls for Me' is about them?"
"Eeeek! I wanna have Jiang Chen's babies!"
...
The spectators weren't just martial artists—commoners, nobles, and curious onlookers from across Yunzhou had gathered.
The solemn atmosphere of the sword trials had utterly evaporated.
On the Sword City's high platform:
"What is your External Affairs Hall doing?!"
Elder Zeng slammed the table, sending fruits bouncing into the air.
"Elder, we're helpless here!"
"We hired a hundred storytellers to promote our three core disciples, working in shifts until we've driven up the price of loquat syrup!"
The hall's steward wore a pained expression.
Even if the storytellers wore their throats raw, how could they compete with a hit comic?
"You've no idea—bookstores have queues daily, with people offering hundreds of taels just to read the latest chapter!"
"Our promotional methods... are outdated!"
"Outdated?!"
Elder Zeng snorted, eyeing the three disciples—Wu, Cao, and Bai Jinghong.
"These are just cheap tricks. True skill is proven on the battlefield!"
"You three must showcase your might and spirit later!"
"Yes!"
They bowed in unison, though Bai Jinghong sighed inwardly.
As they descended, Elder Zeng narrowed his eyes at the steward:
"Wait—how do you know about the bookstore queues?"
"Uh, just... strolling around..."
"A Sword City steward should feel ashamed! Hand it over!"
"But I haven't finished reading..."
Reluctantly, the steward surrendered the comic.
Once alone, Elder Zeng eagerly flipped through it like a man finding an antidote.
"Heh... the latest chapter... hehehe..."
Elder Zeng was a good elder.
He kept work and personal interests strictly separate.
...
On the platforms:
All ten were finally occupied.
The rules were simple:
Each participant could only ascend twice. Those exceeding a major realm must suppress their cultivation—this was a martial exchange, not a contest of raw power.
Of the ten current occupants, nine were in the Observing Divinity Realm.
Only Princess Jiang Chulong remained in the Inner Breath Realm.
Naturally, many seeking fame set their sights on her.
"Whose child is this?"
"Looks like a little beggar—I saw her feeding stray cats last night."
"Hey kid, scram! Don't cry when things get scary."
A swordmaster at the Mystic Core Realm leapt up, issuing a challenge.
Jiang Chulong stood clutching her jade sword and peach blossom branch, timid and lost.
She bit her lip, glancing at the adjacent platform—
Where Li Mo smiled faintly, giving her a covert thumbs-up beneath his sleeve.
Suddenly emboldened, she whispered:
"Has it... started?"
"Yes. It has."
Swish—
The peach blossom branch moved.
None saw its beginning, nor its end.
But once resolved, its path never turned back—unstoppable as the spring breeze.
And just like that—
It was over.
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?"
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
