The dazzling sunlight, filtered through the carriage window’s gauze, transformed into shimmering golden flecks dancing upon strands of hair.
Bathed in this luminous glow, Ying Bing’s bright and spirited eyes took on a faint golden hue—divine yet tinged with a hint of shyness, an ethereal beauty so mesmerizing it seemed like a special effect crafted just for her.
Little Li’s eyes were nearly blinded by the radiance.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Ying Bing unconsciously twirled a lock of her dark hair around her finger.
“Saving the world in my past life clearly wasn’t enough. Do I have to do it again in this one? Or maybe I’m just dreaming and haven’t woken up yet…”
Little Li’s brain short-circuited as he muttered to himself, hunched slightly, alternating between stealing glances at the “ice block” and bowing his head to question his existence.
Then, suddenly, his hand was gently lifted by her. A soft, warm sensation spread through his fingertips as Ying Bing pressed his palm against her flawless jade-like cheek.
She smiled faintly, her bright eyes gazing at the dazed fool before her.
“Childish.”
“……”
Li Mo leaned back slightly, feeling as though the air had been punched from his lungs.
It was like their first meeting, like a reunion after years apart, like a beautiful dream shattered only to be miraculously restored—as if waking from a springtime reverie into a world bathed in golden sunlight, where something intangible yet eternal rose with the wind, lingering even after the breeze had stilled…
“Ice block.”
“Hmm?”
“After we pass the Meridian Gate, let’s just stay in the carriage the whole time, alright?”
“Alright.” Ying Bing nodded.
Li Mo blinked. “But I haven’t even said why—”
“Then why?”
Little Li stared into those smiling, luminous eyes, and all the serious explanations he’d prepared vanished from his mind—because suddenly, they all felt hollow.
Well.
He’d picked up a bad habit from Shang Wu—possessiveness.
And it seemed he’d surpassed his teacher.
Outside the carriage, the clamor of the crowd roared like a storm raging in the clouds, despite the clear, sunny day. The Meridian Gate had become a gateway to glory, its shadow cast upon the grand tapestry of the empire—the latest rankings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
The Hidden Dragon Ranking was also displayed today, though the Hidden Dragon Tournament had already concluded.
“I wonder about the Hidden Dragon Ranking—”
“What era are you living in? Who cares about the Hidden Dragon Ranking? The Flower Ranking is where it’s at!”
“Like Young Hero Li’s new nickname, for instance.”
“Hiss… I said the same thing to my wife, and that’s the only reason she let me out today.”
Amid the packed crowd, a few “gentlemen” exchanged knowing nods and cupped-hand salutes, united in their refined tastes.
“Divine Hammer, Little Overlord, Wife’s Blessing—none of these are easy to shake off. But Young Hero Li did indeed make his swordplay the talk of the capital, leaving all in awe.”
“I was there. Did you know? Every sword he borrowed that day, though unchanged in material, became sharper, its edge infused with heightened sword energy.”
“Exactly! The best sword in our village is practically developing its own sword intent now!”
“So he’s become a benefactor to countless swordsmen?”
“That complicates things. Guess we’ll have to add a swordsman’s title to his list. But which of his existing ones can we bear to remove?”
“Hey, don’t forget—he’s now the owner of both the Everbloom Pavilion and Moonlit Breeze Pavilion. The man’s wealth is obscene. How can we leave that out?”
The teahouse patrons’ interest was thoroughly piqued, their attention momentarily diverted from the Flower Ranking’s beauties to the debate over the Hidden Dragon Champion’s nickname.
From the outer city to the Meridian Gate, the path was lined with teahouses, taverns, and ornate canopies.
Inside the carriage, Li Mo, still holding Ying Bing’s hand, caught snippets of the outside chatter.
His restless hammer spirit acting up, he forced himself to focus elsewhere.
“Oh right, Tian Miao sent me a message.”
“What did she say?”
“Her master approved adding ‘Sword Immortal’ to my titles.”
As he spoke, Li Mo glanced at the Hidden Dragon Ranking displayed high above the Meridian Gate, unable to hide the anticipation in his eyes.
“But today is the day you return the Celestial Sword.”
Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
“Ice block, don’t tell me you’re scheming to keep it?” Li Mo chuckled.
To his surprise, Ying Bing met his gaze coolly and gave a small nod.
Li Mo: “…”
Wait, she’s actually considering this?
“The sword has served its purpose in my hands.”
Li Mo showed no reluctance.
“That day, when I wielded it to summon ten thousand blades into the sky, countless swordsmen owed me a favor. No wonder Tian Miao said my swordsman title is well-deserved.”
Little Li the Swordsman remained true to his roots.
He’d always sought the spotlight, and what stage was grander than the Hidden Dragon Tournament?
The Celestial Sword had already given him everything he wanted.
“I wonder what the Yantian Sect has named me?”
Little Li the Swordsman was eager.
After all his efforts, the time had finally come to reap the rewards…
Meanwhile, the names on the Hidden Dragon Ranking scrolled past, reaching the top three. When the second place was revealed, the crowd erupted in gasps and chatter.
The title “Frost Fairy” was on everyone’s lips—she was now a legitimate dual-ranking runner-up.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she took both first places.”
“She’d need a few more years to surpass Her Majesty on the Flower Ranking, but the Hidden Dragon Ranking? Hard to say. Not that it matters—they’re not rivals anyway…”
“The champion’s here!”
The next moment, the Meridian Gate blazed with radiant light, the grand tapestry of the empire unleashing a spectacle of dazzling effects as majestic characters materialized:
[Hidden Dragon Ranking – First Place: Li Mo]
[Martial Arts: Nine Apertures of Insight, peerless mastery of body refinement rivaling divine weapons, divine hammer techniques, swordplay honed as if tempered a thousand times, capable of wielding the Celestial Sword. Likely due to Frost Fairy’s meticulous guidance, his forging skills are heaven-sent. His divine intent remains enigmatic, yet surpasses even his physical form.]
[Achievements: Slaughtered former Hidden Dragon Ranker Helian Wu (16th), bearing the makings of a divine general who commands the might of countless armaments. Beheaded the former dynasty’s Grand Preceptor amidst an army, dispelling the Blood God’s phantom and shaking the Southern Territories. At the Hidden Dragon Tournament, defeated numerous renowned prodigies, including Xie Xuan, Ning Que, and Crown Prince Jiang Yu… His duel with Frost Fairy was allegedly staged for the audience and thus discounted…]
[Titles: Wife’s Blessing Little Overlord, Sword Hero of the Masses.]
“His nickname changed!!”
“The hammer’s gone? Well, not many witnessed his hammer techniques…”
“This new title is unconventional, yet fitting.”
“Haha, Brother Li must be overjoyed.”
“Brother Li’s path of the sword has been treacherous. This is his rightful reward.”
Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin, and Murong Xiao stood at the back, watching the ranking with smiles of pride for their friend.
They all knew Little Li had always harbored an obsession with becoming a swordsman.
Now, crowned champion of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, his glory illuminated the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, his name sung across the realm. The diligent had finally been rewarded.
Exchanging glances, they silently agreed:
My brother is the Hidden Dragon Champion. How can we not celebrate his moment of triumph?
“Sword Hero of the Masses!”
The three of them shouted in unison.
Soon, others joined in the chorus of voices, a collective roar that could melt metal.
"Li Qun the Swordmaster!"
Within and beyond the imperial capital, the same name echoed under the sky as golden rain began to fall. This name would leave an indelible mark in the annals of the Great Yu Dynasty...
Yet they remained oblivious.
Amidst the deafening cheers ringing in his ears, the bronze carriage was so silent one could hear a pin drop.
Little Li the Swordmaster wore an expression of utter disbelief, his eyes blank with shock.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined... after all he had sacrificed...
"To hell with Li Qun the Swordmaster!"
"I might as well be called Furong the Blade King!"
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!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!" "......"
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?"
