"Huh? Isn't this supposed to be a weapon-forging competition? Not some brute strength contest... Why go so hard?"
Li Mo was utterly baffled.
Elder Hanhe and Elder Zeng shook their heads slightly. Young Li was still inexperienced, unaware of the dangers of the martial world. If they didn’t guide him properly, what if he got tricked by someone?
Elder Hanhe stroked the freshly forged high-grade sharp sword in his hands:
"At first, that was the case. But as you know, swordsmen have this annoying habit—they love flashy, impractical nonsense."
"Watch your words!"
Elder Zeng protested vehemently.
Sword Immortal Li, with a stern expression, declared: "As the inheritor of the Dugu Unique Sword, and someone who nearly became Sword Immortal Hengyun, I must respectfully disagree with the elder’s statement."
"..."
Elder Hanhe eyed Li Mo’s bare upper body—the explosive muscle definition, the radiant, treasure-like sheen of his flesh, the terrifyingly vast life force, and...
For heaven’s sake, put down that hammer before you talk!
"Anyway, after merging with the Tianshan Sword Manor, the rules of the Forging Competition changed."
"Blacksmiths spend years hammering metal, so most have some degree of physical training. The stronger the smith, the tougher their body."
"Thus, the Forging Competition began factoring physique into the judging criteria."
"Before forging, participants had to showcase their physiques on stage. Over time, the judging became more detailed—standards like masculine aura, skeletal harmony, and muscle fullness were added..."
"This led many smiths to neglect their craft, pouring excessive effort into body refinement instead."
"That alone wouldn’t have been so bad, until a smith from the Demon-Calling Sect joined. He couldn’t even forge a named weapon, yet still scored well purely due to his physique."
"He gained fame overnight and secretly began peddling a forbidden drug from the Blood Refining Hall—one that supposedly reshaped the body like a rebirth. For several competitions after, the event became a farce."
"Didn’t the Sword Furnace intervene?"
Li Mo was at a loss for words.
This turned into a bodybuilding contest!
Elder Zeng finally found his chance to interject: "Later, strict bans were enforced. Competitors are now thoroughly inspected beforehand."
"That drug is called Divine Power Powder. The side effects are severe—overuse leads to bodily collapse, organ failure, and life depletion."
"Li Mo, you must never touch it." Elder Hanhe’s tone was grave.
Li Mo shook his head. "Not a chance."
"I know you’re not one to take shortcuts—"
"Mainly because even if they took the drug, they still wouldn’t match me."
Li Mo waved dismissively. "Plus, the side effects? Only an idiot would use that stuff."
"..."
Elder Hanhe suddenly felt his warning had been pointless.
One year. A perfected body-refining technique.
Now he remembered why he’d believed Li Mo was clean.
No drug could produce results this insane!
"Ahem, but you should still be careful. The Demon-Calling Sect is full of deceitful scoundrels."
"Got it. I’ll try."
"Oh, and those types have a telltale sign—their heads are..."
After a lengthy anti-scam lecture, Sword Immortal Li resumed his forging lessons.
By now, he could craft high-grade sharp weapons. With the right materials, even peak-grade wasn’t out of reach.
His current goal? Forging a named weapon.
Unfortunately, his Extreme Weapon Tempering Body had reached its limit.
Even with Divine Treasure Hundred Refinements, his physical gains were minimal now.
At present, he could barely tap into a sliver of the Heaven-Looming Earth-Shaping technique’s power.
The ten-thousand-zhang true form from his divine vision remained an unattainable dream...
"Even mastering a divine-grade body-refining art wouldn’t be enough."
"Besides, I don’t even have one."
"And the power of the masses still can’t manifest the Great Dao’s form. I wonder how Sect Leader Qin’s work is going..."
Lost in thought, Li Mo hammered away.
......
Five days later.
The peaks of Qingyuan Sect had shed their winter silver, embracing the vibrant hues of spring.
"The Moon God’s Will and Hundred Phoenix Form are nearly complete."
"Today, I’ll head to the main peak to commune with the Bronze Divine Tree fragment again."
"A Dao artifact born of destiny... To think of the moment it was forged into existence..."
In her chamber at Autumn Water Pavilion, Ying Bing stood before the mirror when she suddenly froze.
Her delicate fingers rose, brushing against her rapidly paling face. The reflection felt... unfamiliar.
In her past life, she’d never obtained the Bronze Divine Tree!
So how could she... have witnessed its creation?
This thought—
It wasn’t hers.
Yet when it surfaced, it felt undeniably real.
In her past life, during her Divine Observation stage, she’d never experienced this. Or perhaps she had...
But never noticed?
After a long silence, she reached into her oversized doll and retrieved a green ruqun—the color of Jiangnan’s misty rains melting into emerald waters.
"'This suits spring perfectly.'"
Ying Bing softly repeated the words spoken with a smile by a certain youth the day before.
Only then did the dissonance fade from her heart.
[Notice: Next ranking update in six hours.]
Ignoring the system prompt, she left Autumn Water Pavilion.
.........
Half an hour later.
"Guess I’m eating breakfast alone today."
Under the banyan tree, Li Mo sat at the empty table, feeling oddly adrift.
His master, of course, rarely ate breakfast.
Qin Yuzhi was currently in the Southern Border handling "business" for the Myriad Forms Immortal Sect.
And the ice block (Ying Bing) was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly a lone young Li, he munched on steamed ribs while reviewing records of the Southern Border’s populace and their contributions to the power of the masses.
With Sect Leader Qin’s enthusiastic assistance, management had improved drastically.
They could now track individuals, though Li Mo saw no need for such granularity.
"Winter’s over. The Southern Border towns aren’t lacking supplies."
"Our Myriad Forms Immortal Sect is a lawful organization. No intimidating civilians or breaking rules."
"So how do we boost efficiency?"
Chewing on a rib, Li Mo frowned.
"Save some for me!"
Qin Yuzhi’s figure materialized from a shimmering bubble, snatching a rib with her chopsticks and crunching loudly.
"How’s the progress?"
She’d promised Li Mo that with minimal effort, she’d elevate their gains from the masses by a tier.
But judging by the Empty Clarity Myriad Colors Pagoda’s response...
Sect Leader Qin’s results were underwhelming.
"These ribs are delicious. Can’t find these in the Southern Border."
"Were you there on vacation?"
"What could I do? Things have changed too much over millennia. Fox-cry tricks, dream messages—none of it works like before... But hey, I’m a sect leader! Running errands for you is already a huge favor!"
Qin Yuzhi took an aggressive bite of her steamed bun.
"Damn it, if it weren't for your food being so delicious that it captured my stomach..."
"Wait!"
Hearing this, a sudden inspiration flashed through Xiao Litian's mind, and he muttered to himself:
"To capture someone's heart, you must first capture their stomach..."
"What are you mumbling about?"
"I've got an idea!"
.....

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?"

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!