By the lakeside, on a lavish pleasure boat.
"Come play, my lord~"
"Young master, your drinking prowess is impressive."
The sounds of solicitation and indecent banter rose and fell in waves. A heavily made-up madam sat at a table, greedily counting her pile of gold and silver.
"With such profits from your floating brothel, have you forgotten your true identity?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice spoke from behind. The madam hastily stood up.
Turning, she saw a bewitchingly beautiful figure now lounging on the bed.
"Saintess."
"You're... injured?"
"Hmm?"
Yin Mianmian narrowed her eyes.
In an instant, the treasures on the table vanished without a trace.
The madam's pupils contracted. At her Inner Realm cultivation, she couldn't even perceive how the wealth had been taken.
Whoever could steal her money without a sound could just as easily take her life.
"Have those damned executioners arrived?"
"The Straw-Cloaked Stranger, Twin Lotus, and Blood Gourd have come, my lady."
The madam answered obediently.
After a moment's silence, Yin Mianmian said, "Tell them to see me tomorrow."
"Yes."
Once the madam left, Yin Mianmian slowly rose and swept her hand across the table.
The silver reappeared abruptly.
She grabbed a handful of golden pearls, then let them clatter back down.
"Divine arts... is it?"
As the Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion and ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, even those above her couldn't claim certain victory against her at the same cultivation level.
She had never suffered defeat against a peer—until today.
What if Ying Bing had reached the Three Apertures of Observation?
Remembering that bone-chilling divine will and the heaven-striking sword intent, she knew she'd have to recall the fragment of will she'd left in Hengyun Sword City. This mission was thoroughly ruined.
And then there was that youth.
"Northwest Hammer King... Who would have thought we'd meet like this."
The candlelight flickered in Yin Mianmian's pupils as she smiled cryptically:
"Betraying the Drizzle Pavilion warrants divine retribution..."
......
Under the night sky, the bustling Yunzhou City.
After the recent battle, the Meihua Pavilion lay in ruins.
"What happened just now?"
"Seems there were Drizzle Pavilion assassins hiding in Meihua Pavilion."
"I saw Young Master Li make his move. With just one sword, he cut down eight Drizzle Pavilion killers."
"Eight? Eighty! I was right there!"
......
The entire street had been cordoned off by Hengyun Sword City's enforcers. Onlookers crowded in layers, unable to enter but buzzing with speculation.
By the time Elder Zeng arrived, the tales about "Little Li" had escalated from slaying eight assassins to eight hundred.
"Eight hundred?"
Elder Zeng paused mid-step.
Eighty Observational Realm Drizzle Pavilion assassins could massacre Inner Realm experts effortlessly, let alone eight hundred.
Wu Chushu remarked dryly, "It's eight hundred now. In a few days, it'll be eighty thousand."
"Perhaps we won't need to exaggerate so much when promoting our disciples in the future."
"I wasn't exaggerating. Back then, the sect claimed I killed six bandits."
"......"
The master-disciple pair walked through the debris until they saw the scene inside Meihua Pavilion.
Zhong Zhenyue sat there, seemingly questioning his life choices.
"Glad the young marquis is unharmed."
Elder Zeng sighed in relief before asking, "What exactly happened here?"
Zhong Zhenyue snapped out of his daze and recounted the events with a bitter smile.
Elder Zeng's frown deepened.
The Drizzle Pavilion Saintess had infiltrated Yunzhou City and gotten close to Zhong Zhenyue?
"That demoness excels at manipulating minds. Resisting her control already proves your exceptional willpower. Few talents escape her clutches alive."
"It wasn't my willpower."
"Oh?" Elder Zeng looked puzzled.
Zhong Zhenyue's expression turned complicated as he remembered:
"It was Li Mo's hammer—"
Before he could finish—
"Ahem!"
A cough interrupted him. Li Mo stepped out, wearing a benign smile:
"Hammer what?"
"Ah... Brother Li's swordsmanship is peerless! His decisive strike severed my distractions!"
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes instantly cleared.
Elder Zeng found this odd.
Rumors painted Young Marquis Zhong as a fearless warrior, inheriting his father the Southern Suppressing King's valor. On the tournament grounds today, his spear had moved like a dragon, undefeated.
Why did he look so... deferential toward this Li kid?
Moreover—
The Drizzle Pavilion Saintess, titled "Heavenly Demon," ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
And Li Mo had delivered a "decisive strike"?
Noticing Elder Zeng's skepticism, Li Mo explained:
"Actually, it wasn't me who repelled the Saintess. It was Ying Bing."
"Her..."
Elder Zeng's eyes narrowed as he observed lingering traces of divine will in the vicinity. To an Outer Realm expert like him, these remnants revealed everything.
His heart stirred with surprise.
That girl's true strength far surpassed what she'd shown in the tournament.
Who knew what world-shaking martial arts she'd comprehend from studying the sword marks?
Collecting himself, he pressed for details about the incident.
......
Night deepened.
In the courtyard.
The early autumn moon cast a cool glow.
Beneath it, a lone figure practiced swordplay, her blade light merging with the moonlight as if dueling an invisible opponent.
She was reviewing the earlier battle.
After a while, the girl sheathed her sword and stood solitary, letting the breeze toy with her hair.
Contemplating the moon failed to calm her restless mind.
"Had my Sword Heart been enlightened, Yin Mianmian wouldn't have escaped with just light injuries."
"Had my Sword Heart been enlightened, I could've used Hengyun's sword marks to complete the Divine Firmament Heart Sword. Then I'd stand a chance in the next system ranking..."
"But why do the first three stances always feel slightly incomplete?"
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed in rare confusion.
The sword art itself was flawless.
The flaw must lie within her.
Her forms contained no openings.
"Is it... my state of mind?"
The Divine Firmament Heart Sword demanded replacing one's heart with the heavens' will.
The Way of Heaven is impartial; it treats all as straw dogs.
She had once stood so close to the true Great Dao. No one in this world should've been more suited to this sword art than her.
Why couldn't her heart achieve true detachment, that utter silence beyond all things?
Thud—
A nearby window slid open.
A certain young man who'd been training poked his head out, blinking at the moonlit swordswoman:
"Ice block, not sleeping again?"
"Even whetstones need breaks. Come on, try my soul-stirring skewers?"
His teasing words drifted on the breeze.
"......"
Ying Bing froze.
She'd found the flaw in her heart.
Yet now... she was even more at a loss.
......
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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?"
