The scene fell into an eerie silence.
No words were needed—her mere presence was enough for everyone to recognize her identity.
The Qingluan Goddess!
Just moments ago, the air had been thick with murmurs and clamor, but now, as she stood in their midst, not a single sound could be heard.
Rumors spoke of her as a Qingluan, yet she also carried the bloodline of the True Phoenix.
Seeing her in person surpassed all hearsay.
Before this, many among the demonic beings had doubted, unable to believe such a thing could be true.
The True Phoenix had vanished far longer ago than even the True Dragon—dating back to before the founding of the Great Shang dynasty.
And yet, here she stood before them.
No matter how noble their bloodlines or how prideful their hearts, every demon who laid eyes on her felt an involuntary sense of inferiority.
She was too radiant.
Even surpassing the wildest imaginations of those who had never witnessed the long-lost True Phoenix.
The divine mark between her brows only deepened the awe, especially among the avian clans, stirring a reverence so profound they dared not meet her gaze.
"......"
Ying Bing's eyes locked onto the young man amidst the crowd of demons. He had taken on some features of the Mingjiao, his appearance slightly altered, but the red string still unmistakably tied around his wrist.
Truthfully, no other proof was needed.
When their eyes met, the tremor in the deepest recesses of her heart could not lie...
It was him.
Truly him.
She had told him not to follow her into danger...
Yet here he was, standing before her without warning, as if emerging from a thousand miles away.
Like a reunion after long separation, like light piercing through darkness...
No one could guess the storm of emotions hidden beneath the Qingluan Goddess's frosty, untouchable demeanor.
Shang Qinqing glanced between the young Heavenly Serpent and her clan's Qingluan Goddess, her hand involuntarily clutching her chest.
To traverse thousands of miles, infiltrate demon territory—all just to find you?!
This was too perfect, too heart-fluttering, an absolute masterpiece!
As a bird at heart, Shang Qinqing desperately wanted to see them lock lips right then and there!
Damn it.
Why were there so many nosy demons around? Couldn’t they all just disappear?
Dangerous thoughts even crossed her mind.
Ying Bing, Shang Qinqing, and the rest of the Qingluan Clan descended to the ground.
She walked ahead, and no demon dared block her path. Her gaze remained fixed forward, not sparing a single glance elsewhere—not even at Zhi Duoluo, who had hoped to catch her attention.
To others, she seemed aloof, indifferent to all. But in truth, her focus was entirely on one figure in the distance.
Tap—
Ying Bing came to a gentle stop.
"Is she... the Qingluan Goddess?"
The aquatic demonesses surrounding Li Mo shuddered, a primal fear gripping them—as if they had reverted to their true forms and been placed on a chopping board, helpless.
Too terrifying!
The chattering school of fish and shrimp suddenly scattered.
And just like that, no barriers remained between the two.
"I’ve long heard of your fame. Greetings—I’m just a wandering serpent..."
Heavenly Serpent Li Mo admitted he was taking a gamble.
He had altered his appearance and suppressed his aura so thoroughly that even greater demons couldn’t see through it. He was certain that even his beautiful master, Shang Wu, wouldn’t recognize him.
But clearly...
"You came anyway."
Ying Bing’s clear, melodious voice drifted softly toward him.
A thousand thoughts condensed into just those words.
Wait—wasn’t the Qingluan Clan forbidden from speaking before meeting their destined one?
The demons were baffled.
Hmm...
But then again, with her True Phoenix bloodline, it wasn’t surprising she could defy norms. Besides, speaking wasn’t that unusual—most demons could do so after taking human form.
And that wasn’t the point!
Right now, the real spectacle was the standoff between the legendary Heavenly Serpent and the Qingluan Goddess!
Two prodigies from opposing factions—aquatic and avian clans, natural enemies—facing each other head-on!
"I swear I can see sparks flying between them!"
"Is this the aura clash between geniuses?"
"There’s something between them we can’t quite grasp..."
"Obviously! If you could understand, you’d be a genius too!"
The crowd held their breath, tension and excitement thick in the air.
Would they just start fighting right here?
"What’s happening?" whispered a Mingjiao clansman, swallowing hard.
"This must be a battle of wills between elites. Geniuses care deeply about momentum—if one side falters now, they’ll always be at a disadvantage in future confrontations."
Wu Dameng had read about this in The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me.
The others nodded vaguely, finding his explanation plausible.
Wu Qing and Murong Feng exchanged uneasy glances but remained on guard.
What if the avian clans suddenly attacked, aiming to eliminate their Mingjiao’s rising star?
The Qingluan Goddess was known for her mercilessness, hunting calamity beasts without hesitation!
They couldn’t let their guard down...
"Well... I came anyway."
Li Mo chuckled helplessly. Of course she saw through him.
"You shouldn’t have."
Ying Bing’s lashes trembled slightly as her gaze dropped to the red string on his wrist.
Li Mo grinned. "But you came for me too, didn’t you? So it’s only fair I came for you."
He still didn’t fully understand what lay within the Jade Phoenix Divine Artifact.
But if the ice block said she was here to collect on his wish, she must have her reasons.
Ying Bing’s fingers brushed lightly over the doll in her arms.
Yet the pounding in her chest refused to settle...
The young man before her wore the same expression as when he had plunged into the Abyss with her, fearless and unhesitating.
The avian clans: "!"
The aquatic clans: "!"
Other onlookers: "!!"
Neither backing down!
They both knew the other had come specifically for them, yet neither shied away from the confrontation!
At that moment—
"Amitabha..."
A Buddhist chant echoed from above. A monk in patched robes descended—none other than the guest-receiving monk of the Hanging Temple.
Ying Bing snapped out of her thoughts, schooling her expression. Her eyes flicked toward the aquatic demonesses who had swarmed around him earlier.
Her lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile.
"Heavenly Serpent, quite the charmer, aren’t you?"
"......"
Li Mo was caught off guard.
He had imagined many scenarios for their reunion—but never this one.
Seeing his flustered reaction, Ying Bing’s brows relaxed slightly.
"I’ll be waiting for you during the Divine Jade contest."
Li Mo grinned. "Looking forward to it!"
"And one more thing."
"What?"
"We’ll settle our scores then."
"!"
Li Mo froze, recognizing the glint in her eyes—this was no joke.
Damn it!
Who the hell started the rumor that he had True Dragon blood?!
"Tch, just you wait!"
Li Mo shook his fist in mock frustration.
The Qingluan Clan departed the docks, Shang Qinqing clicking her tongue at Li Mo before stepping forward to speak with the monk.
The demons began filing into the Hanging Temple in groups, but the crowd was still buzzing over what had just transpired.
"Wow! That was intense—geniuses going head-to-head!"
"Absolutely thrilling!"
"Wait, what happened? I just got here."
"The avian and aquatic clans have always been rivals. Their top talents just faced off!"
"Rumor has it the Mingjiao’s Heavenly Serpent, Wu Mo, declared he came specifically for the Qingluan Goddess!"
"Wait, what?!"
"How could the Qingluan Goddess possibly be weaker than that demon? Naturally, she refused to back down!"
"She told Wu Dameng to wait—she’d settle the score with him later!"
"Hiss... Seems like we’re about to witness a fierce clash between serpent and phoenix!"
In no time, the news spread like wildfire among the clans, drawing widespread attention—so much so that the swarm of aquatic clans proposing to Wu Dameng was completely forgotten.
Countless demons were eager to know: who would emerge victorious in the end? Who would prove superior?
This was a battle between the bloodline of a true dragon and the bloodline of a true phoenix! A fated rivalry!
How unprecedented! Not once in the past eight millennia had such a thing been heard of!
Even Shang Qinqing, the Qingluan Clan’s leader and a former third-grade Demon Saint, remarked:
"If I’d intervened any later, it might’ve escalated into physical conflict."
"Blood might’ve even been shed!"
.....
Lately, the readership has been dropping—it’s normal, after all. Every book has its peak traffic.
The peak in traffic may have passed, but this little underdog’s story hasn’t even hit its plot climax yet.
Rolling around begging for support~ Another day hoping to be showered with love from our dear readers, hehe.

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...