Qingyuan Sect.
Li Mo stepped out of the main hall on the central peak, carrying a vegetable basket, intending to return to Autumn Water Pavilion first. But as soon as he descended the peak, he spotted Xiao Qin waiting nearby.
A scar now ran across the corner of his eye, adding a weathered sharpness to his otherwise steady demeanor. Yet, the moment he saw Li Mo, his familiar smile returned.
"Severing Wind and Broken Sword?"
Li Mo teased with a grin.
The old Xiao, who had once been on the verge of being expelled from the sect as an outer disciple, was now a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Though Li Mo’s own ranking was higher, he knew it was only because of his cheat-like advantages.
Breaking into the top hundred of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands’ young elites was no easy feat.
Xiao Qin tossed him a wine gourd and chuckled in response:
"Wife-Blessing..."
"Ahem!"
"Uh... Divine Hammer..."
"Never mind, let’s just stick with the first one."
Li Mo took a couple of gulps of wine, eyeing Xiao Qin with envy.
Just look at this guy—his nickname sounded so cool. Though Xiao Qin had barely made it onto the Hidden Dragon Ranking, from now on, just announcing his title would command instant respect wherever he went.
Meanwhile, if Li Mo introduced himself... the whole crowd would burst into laughter.
"Titles are just empty words, Brother Li. No need to dwell on it. Those two nicknames of yours are... well, they’re not bad either."
"Old Xiao, holding it in must be painful. Just laugh if you want to."
Li Mo sighed.
Xiao Qin was usually a serious guy who rarely laughed.
Unless he couldn’t help it.
A moment later, Xiao Qin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. His laughter faded into silence—he had just come from the main hall and already knew what had happened.
The two drank in turns, wordlessly.
After the alcohol warmed his body, Xiao Qin finally exhaled a long breath of white mist:
"You’re really foolish, you know. Even if it hadn’t been Little Jiang today, you probably still wouldn’t have stood by and done nothing."
"There’s no shortage of injustices in the world. You can’t right every wrong. You even dared to pick a fight with the Crown Prince."
"I didn’t actually hit him."
Li Mo shrugged.
Xiao Qin sighed helplessly. "If you hadn’t truly intended to act, would that seventh-realm Zhangxuan expert have shown up?"
"Zhangxuan... when they make a move, it’s nothing short of world-shattering."
"Even after seeing the wider world, you’re still like this..."
Xiao Qin suddenly frowned and spat. "Where did this sand come from in this damn gourd?"
He stashed the wine gourd away and pulled out a booklet from his robe.
"If you really have to leave, I know a route to the Western Regions—somewhere beyond the reach of Great Yu. The customs and people there are all written down in this. Take it and read it over."
Leaving the booklet behind, he waved and turned to leave.
Li Mo flipped through the pages and couldn’t help but laugh.
Xiao Qin might seem different now, but deep down, he was still the same old Xiao—still terrible with words.
He probably secretly wished for the day Li Mo would drag Jiang Yu down from the top of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, didn’t he?
The booklet’s title was unmistakable:
Thousand Forms Scripture.
Li Mo tucked away the first true divine technique he had obtained without relying on his system, then returned to Autumn Water Pavilion.
The pavilion had been cleaned spotlessly, exactly as it had been when they left.
His master, the stunningly beautiful Shang Wu, lounged on a recliner, sipping wine with her eyes half-closed. There wasn’t even any sun today—what was she basking in?
Meanwhile, the silver-clad ice block—Ying Bing—sat quietly, a touch of snow amidst the pavilion’s scenery. She sipped tea while reading, serene and undisturbed.
"You’re back."
Shang Wu sprang up from the recliner to inspect the contents of the vegetable basket.
Ying Bing lifted her gaze, studying Li Mo for a few seconds before asking softly:
"Trouble?"
Li Mo: "!"
He hadn’t even said anything yet!
Not even the Heavenly Fate Divine Eye could be this fast!
"Yeah. And it’s not a small mess."
Li Mo nodded honestly.
"Oh?"
Shang Wu’s flower-like face lit up with excitement, her eyes brimming with pride as she looked at her disciple.
It was the look of a master watching her pupil finally grow up.
"What kind of trouble? Tell me all about it."
"..."
Li Mo glanced at his carefree master and recounted the events.
Shang Wu leaned back slightly, raising a thumb and nudging her disciple’s shoulder with her elbow:
"Not bad, kid. I thought you weren’t the type to stir up trouble, but you’ve gone and given me such a big surprise. Truly my disciple."
"Don’t get cocky now."
The vibe was unmistakably that of a gang leader praising her underling.
Li Mo coughed lightly and naturally continued:
"Right, I’ll keep striving..."
"Hmm?"
Ying Bing’s serene gaze turned toward him, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
"Ahem..."
Li Mo sobered up, realizing how wrong that sounded. "Keep striving" after nearly beating up the Crown Prince?
Ying Bing lowered her eyes in thought before finally murmuring:
"You did well."
This time, it was Li Mo’s turn to freeze. Since when did the ice block start praising him for causing trouble, just like his master?
Ying Bing set down her teacup and said calmly, "Many things worth doing are troublesome by nature. If it had to be done, then it had to be done."
A Crown Prince?
She had fought one before.
"!"
It had been a while since Li Mo last saw that fleeting trace of dominance in Ying Bing’s demeanor.
"Exactly! Like staging an uprising, for instance."
Shang Wu stroked her chin, narrowing her almond-shaped eyes like a scheming strategist. "The timing’s perfect. Why don’t we take this chance to ambush Jiang Yu on the main peak tomorrow with a battalion, finish him off, and then raise the banner of rebellion?"
"My precious disciple, you’ve got wealth, supplies, and the title of Divine Hammer Tyrant. With Little Bing’er supporting you, what’s there to worry about?"
"And what role would you play in this, Master?"
Li Mo’s lips twitched.
Shang Wu answered as if it were obvious: "Don’t you know all uprisings need legitimacy?"
"So?"
"I’ll be your Grand Imperial Predecessor. That’ll make it official!"
"..."
Li Mo suddenly understood why Elder Hanhe had once suggested getting Shang Wu drunk and locking her up first. Maybe it wasn’t entirely personal.
Silently, he pulled out two bottles of Immortal’s Drunk and handed them to Shang Wu.
"I’m a little hungry."
Ying Bing’s jade-like face finally showed a hint of seriousness when she said this.
Autumn Water Pavilion’s kitchen welcomed back its master chef, Li Mo.
As she watched the wisps of smoke rise from the kitchen, Ying Bing’s ice-mirror eyes narrowed slightly.
"Jiang Yu has two swordmaidens by his side—Qing Que and Dan Zhi, both from Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor. They specialize in joint attacks and are ranked on the Human Ranking."
"Facing them both, how many moves could they last against me?"
"My current realm is still too low... There’s still so much I can’t do..."
Ying Bing picked up Frost Sky and Lunar Shade, stepping into the courtyard under the newly risen moonlight. She began a graceful dance, her swordplay.
Strangely, the techniques in her left and right hands were completely different—as if from two opposing schools.
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!" "......"
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?"
