On the stage.
A peach blossom branch pressed against the martial artist's throat—just one more inch, and blood would spill.
"Gulp—" The man swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did I... scare you...?"
Jiang Chulong hastily withdrew her sword and bowed in apology.
"..."
The arena fell silent at first, then erupted into uncontrollable murmurs.
That Xuan Dan realm martial artist was no nobody—he was a seasoned bounty hunter with extensive experience in the jianghu.
And yet, this young girl had ended it with just one strike?
...
"Sword Intent?!"
On the high platform, the elders of Hengyun Sword City slammed their hands on the table, their eyes blazing with astonishment.
Judging by her age, she couldn’t be more than fourteen or fifteen.
Since ancient times, they had never heard of anyone comprehending Sword Intent at such a young age.
Moreover, her swordsmanship lacked any trace of artificiality—it was flawless, as if carved by the heavens themselves.
With talent like this...
If she were to witness the Hengyun Sword Mark...
"Does she have a master?"
"What if she does? There isn’t a single swordmaster in Yunzhou I don’t know."
"Exactly. It’s best if we take her under our wing. If her master objects, we’ll just... reason with him together!"
The elders of Hengyun Sword City—all at least Outer Scenery realm—began arguing loudly.
But suddenly, one elder who had remained silent spoke up:
"I think... I’ve seen her at the Tianshan Sword Manor."
The elders fell silent.
...
"Junior Brother Bai, do you want to switch opponents with me?"
Cao Mu asked solemnly. He was a sword fanatic who had challenged nearly every young talent in Yunzhou.
"I don’t want to fight her either, but..."
Bai Jinghong glanced at Li Mo and Ying Bing on the stage, then gritted his teeth.
"Leave her to me!"
"That’s some nerve!"
Wu Chushu blinked, suddenly viewing Bai Jinghong in a new light.
He had assumed Bai Jinghong had grown timid and hesitant.
Turns out, he still had some backbone.
...
"Impressive, Chulong."
Li Mo gave her a thumbs-up before turning to his own opponent.
A young, delicate-looking girl stood before him, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Jiang... Jiang Chen, big brother."
"...Actually, my name is Li Mo."
"Okay, Jiang Chen big brother! Can I... can I have your autograph?"
"Huh?"
After signing, the girl immediately jumped off the stage.
Li Mo: "..."
Wait, at least exchange a few moves!
I’m here to test my sword against the world, not hold a signing event!
Well...
This probably wouldn’t last long.
After all, standing on this stage meant earning the right to enter the Sword Tower and study the Hengyun Sword Mark.
......
Ying Bing’s situation was different.
It came down to their personalities.
In The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me, Jiang Chen was a gentle, slightly naive scholar.
Liu Wuyan, however, was the opposite.
"It’s an honor to cross blades with the Snow Moon Empress!"
"Even if I die in defeat, I’ll have no regrets!"
Her opponent was a martial artist at the third aperture of Observation Divinity realm.
He spoke with solemn fervor, as if he truly believed he was facing an empress.
Ying Bing: "..."
Without a word, she lightly raised her sheathed sword, Tianshuang, gesturing for him to attack.
The man was no pushover.
The moment he drew his sword, a surging tide-like momentum erupted, his blade gleaming with dazzling variations.
Anyone watching would have praised it as "excellent swordsmanship."
The Raging Waves Sword Art—a high-tier technique—had been mastered to perfection by this man.
Nearby, Li Mo shook his head slightly:
"Twelve openings."
Amid the roaring waves of swordlight—
A single cold gleam shot forth, domineering and severe, like divine retribution.
This strike made resistance seem unthinkable.
The swordlight dispersed, and the man collapsed to his knees, his face pale.
Drenched in sweat, he finally saw clearly—
Ying Bing’s sword had never left its sheath.
Just the opening stance alone made him feel as if he were facing a deity, shattering his will to fight.
An opening stance—also called a preparatory gesture.
Whether this counted as an "exchange" was debatable, but one thing was undeniable...
This aloof girl was terrifyingly strong.
Jiang Chulong’s talent was shocking, but Ying Bing’s strength defied all logic.
...
"What kind of sword energy is this? What kind of sword momentum?!"
"What sword art is she even practicing? It doesn’t seem like a supreme technique..."
Bang—
The elders slammed the table again.
Crack!
The azurite table groaned, fissures spreading before collapsing entirely.
Clearly, they were stunned.
Also clearly, Outer Scenery experts had quite the grip.
...
"Ahem... Old Cao."
Wu Chushu scratched his chin.
"How about... we switch?"
"Deal!"
Sword fanatic Cao Mu agreed instantly.
"Good. Then I’ll take on that... Jiang—Li Mo."
Wu Chushu finally exhaled in relief.
He wouldn’t have to face Ying Bing or Jiang Chulong—his pride was saved.
Unbeknownst to him, Bai Jinghong leaned back in his seat, his gaze now filled with reverence.
"What’s wrong, Xiao Bai?"
"Nothing. By the way... do you have any unfinished business? You can leave it to me."
"Huh?"
Puzzled, Wu Chushu looked up at the stage.
There, the white-robed youth seemed tired of signing autographs. He pulled out a wooden board from his spatial artifact, scribbled something, and displayed it:
‘100 taels of gold to anyone who challenges me seriously.’
‘10,000 taels to anyone who defeats me.’
Paying for a beating?
The crowd erupted.
10,000 taels of gold—not silver—was a considerable sum even for Observation Divinity realm martial artists.
Martial artists without backing were always short on funds.
"What’s Junior Brother Li doing?" Shen Yunfei, standing on another stage, frowned.
Most fighters aimed to conserve their strength.
After all, no one could endure endless wheel battles, and nighttime wouldn’t be enough to recover depleted energy.
Was Li Mo planning the same as him—not aiming to last till the end?
Even Zhong Zhenyue from a neighboring stage turned to look.
"100 taels? For real?"
"Jiang—Li Mo, big brother, is your hand sore from signing?"
"I’ve been wanting to challenge him! I just couldn’t get a chance earlier!"
"Hmph, pretty boy, I’ll take you on!"
A burly man leaped onto the stage, wielding a halberd, his torso bare and muscles bulging.
Disciples of the Gangdou Sect believed in fighting like real men!
They despised weakness and pretentiousness.
"Gangdou Sect?"
Li Mo recognized his style.
Instantly, he deduced that this man was a body-refining martial artist. The best way to deal with him would be to go all out with his Extreme Soldier Slaughter Body.
But then...
Ahem! The main issue was—it wouldn’t help him improve!
The thought of playing the role of a swordsman, showing off—no, humbling himself—before all the heroes of Yunzhou... actually excited him a little.
"That’s right! Tie Qi is my sworn brother!"
The man declared proudly.
Li Mo smiled, flicked his sleeve with effortless grace, and gestured invitingly:
"Then let us stop when the point is made."
Young Li itched to draw his sword, his fingers twitching with anticipation!
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?"
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!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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?!
