"What did that young girl comprehend within the sword scar?"
"This spectacle is at least ten times more astonishing than the earlier commotion caused by Bai Jinghong."
"......"
The onlookers could witness the extraordinary phenomenon, yet none knew what was truly happening atop the Sword Tower.
They wished they had wings to fly up and see for themselves.
On the high platform.
The elders had all vanished.
Only the envoy from the Yantian Sect remained standing in place.
The Yantian Sect envoy's unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened.
"The little princess... she shouldn’t be here."
"Nor should she have witnessed the Hengyun Sword Scar..."
After murmuring softly, her eyes flickered with intricate, chaotic patterns.
Had Li Mo been present, he might have found it familiar.
The ocular technique she employed bore a faint resemblance to the Divine Eye of Fate.
Moments later.
The woman’s face gradually paled, her transcendent gaze turning lost and bewildered.
Everything was in disarray.
Utter chaos...
......
Atop the Sword Tower.
Could that young girl truly be comprehending divine techniques from the Hengyun Sword Scar?
Everyone held their breath, the absurd thought crossing their minds.
Elder Zeng stood as if entranced.
"As Chu Long approached, the sword-scarred stone seemed to grow more vibrant."
Li Mo’s intuition grew stronger.
It was as though something was being birthed within that peculiar stone.
Or perhaps a sentience beyond his understanding was awakening.
"Beyond the sword scar itself, the stone bearing it can hardly be called lifeless."
Ying Bing spoke softly.
She seemed to understand now why, in her past life, Han Zhen—who neither practiced swordsmanship nor lacked martial techniques—had been willing to take such great risks to seize the Hengyun Sword Scar.
Suddenly.
She noticed Li Mo pulling out paper and brush.
"What are you...?"
"I want to try sketching the sword-scarred stone. If it works, I could study it anytime."
"......"
If such a drawing could truly be captured...
Wouldn’t it qualify as an "Extreme Form Divine Contemplation Diagram"?
Ying Bing didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.
Normally, he was a reliable person.
But occasionally, he’d come up with these whimsical, almost childish ideas.
"Consider it practice."
Li Mo eagerly spread out the paper.
Just as he reached for the inkstick, a slender, jade-like hand beat him to it.
The dark inkstick contrasted starkly against the girl’s fair skin as she ground it gently, the ink slowly spreading across the stone.
"Why aren’t you drawing?"
Ying Bing tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to find Li Mo staring at her as if spellbound.
"Ah, right, drawing..."
The young man snapped out of it and began with earnest strokes.
Ying Bing glanced over, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
"Weren’t you sketching the stone?"
"Hm?"
Li Mo looked down.
A few simple lines had already brought to life a maiden in a porcelain-blue dress, her delicate hands grinding ink—a classic "beauty aiding the scholar" scene.
It was unmistakably a portrait of a noble lady.
"Wrong one, let’s try again."
Clearing his throat, Li Mo tucked the drawing away.
Then, refocusing, he turned his gaze forward.
At that moment.
Jiang Chulong stepped closer to the mystical stone, biting her lip.
This belonged to someone else, so it wasn’t trash she could take.
But she really, really wanted to touch it...
Would it be rude to handle another’s possession?
The little princess hesitated, then glanced back.
Her eyes met Li Mo’s.
Naturally, her "Big Brother Li" gave her an encouraging nod.
"Mm, I... I understand now..."
If Big Brother Li said it was fine, then it must be.
Her small hand no longer wavered.
Before Elder Zeng could react—his eyes widening, his warning ("Careful! The sword-scarred stone must not be touched!") still unspoken—
A resonant hum reverberated through heaven and earth.
The world seemed to dissolve around them, leaving everyone momentarily unaware of their own existence.
Yet they could faintly perceive something else...
The miniature realm formed by the waterfall and spring—originally an external projection of an inner world—suddenly burst with life.
Fish leaped from the water, their scales gleaming, their bodies growing larger.
Lotus flowers, water weeds, duckweed—all flora flourished.
Lush green grass spread rapidly from Jiang Chulong’s feet, covering the entire summit of the Sword Tower.
All things thrived.
What Jiang Chulong saw surpassed the others’ visions.
In her eyes, the heavens parted.
An indistinct figure, ethereal and untamed, stood amidst the void, his sword intent shaking the cosmos.
He raised a hand, plucking a single blade of grass.
As if wielding an invisible sword, he swept it casually through the air.
A razor-thin scar split the sky—clouds shattered, space itself fractured.
"I must... remember... this strike."
Countless sword forms flashed through Jiang Chulong’s mind, evolving, transforming.
Unbeknownst to her, even the "Wild Grass Sword Scripture" began to mutate...
"What kind of martial art is she even comprehending?"
"Could it be that a divine technique is truly about to emerge today?"
Everyone present—
As long as they had contemplated the Hengyun Sword Mark, they all felt a stirring in their hearts, raising their heads to gaze intently, unable to look away for a long time.
"This stone is so hard to sketch..."
Li Mo let out a weary sigh.
Even with his current level of spiritual strength, he found the act of copying it unbearably difficult.
He had no choice but to pause and recover his energy.
No matter.
When he observed the mystical stone up close, he would naturally have a better opportunity to study it.
He could always resume his sketching later.
......
Not far away.
Yin Mianmian narrowed her eyes, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on Jiang Chulong.
She had originally planned to make her move when either Li Mo or Ying Bing achieved enlightenment.
But now, the opportunity had arrived ahead of schedule.
"Wasn’t the little princess of Great Yu crippled after having her sword bone extracted? So why...?"
Her expression shifted several times before she finally sighed softly.
Jiang Chulong’s small figure vaguely reminded her of someone.
Perhaps she should wait until Jiang Chulong finished her enlightenment before acting—consider it a favor to that remarkable woman...
......
Before long.
Jiang Chulong slowly regained her senses.
"I... I did it."
Clutching the hem of her robe, she ran out from the waterfall. The swirling energies and artistic conceptions were strangely gentle toward her, leaving her unharmed.
She stopped in front of Li Mo, her small face flushed with shyness, like a kitten seeking praise.
"What did you comprehend?"
Li Mo withdrew his gaze from the distance and smiled as he asked.
"Grass!"
The little princess chirped happily.
Elder Zeng, who had been watching with concern, froze for a moment, utterly baffled.
The crowd: "......"
Li Mo: "......"
Such a cute princess shouldn’t be using foul language.
Well.
He understood what Jiang Chulong meant—her progress in the Wild Grass Sword Scripture had advanced.
"My head... feels like... like there’s a sword in it now..."
"And then... what Teacher taught me... also..."
Jiang Chulong stumbled over her words.
"What she means is, her spirit has imprinted the Hengyun Sword Mark."
"On top of that, the martial techniques she’s been practicing have improved, and she’s gained two sword forms."
Li Mo translated.
"Spirit imprint?"
"She treated the Hengyun Sword Mark as a divine visualization diagram?!"
Elder Zeng was dumbfounded.
"And those two sword forms?" he pressed urgently.
"They’re... stronger than... the slash you used to split the waterfall..."
"A divine technique?!"
Elder Zeng was utterly astonished.
His expression shifted repeatedly before he finally composed himself. After a long silence, he announced to the crowd below:
"There’s no need for further speculation. What this young lady has comprehended are two supreme-grade sword forms from a peerless technique!"
"Peerless technique?"
The first reaction from the crowd was disbelief.
With such a terrifying commotion earlier, was it really just a peerless technique?
Even if it was a supreme-grade one, that still seemed unlikely...
Elder Zeng didn’t dwell on the matter.
Exchanging a glance with Li Mo, he clasped his hands behind his back and swept his gaze over the distance before adding:
"Hu Mei, it’s your turn now."
Hu Mei—the alias Yin Mianmian had assumed.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
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?"
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?"
