"Ah, this..."
Seeing Li Mo's casual expression, Xiao Qin thought he didn't understand the value of the item.
"Junior Brother Li, this treasure is useful even for those in the Observation Divine Realm and beyond—it’s an extremely rare treasure!"
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable: "......"
If this thing were given to him, his soul power could recover up to 30% of its peak strength.
But his disciple was just too honest.
Well, it was a good thing... If Xiao Qin had a questionable character, he wouldn’t have taken him as his successor in the first place.
Li Mo smiled helplessly.
These days, even giving someone a benefit required racking one’s brains.
Was gift-giving some kind of art now?
"So, in the short term, this thing is useless to me, right?"
"That’s... correct."
Xiao Qin hesitated, then nodded.
Li Mo continued, "And you want it, don’t you?"
"Well... naturally."
Xiao Qin nodded blankly.
"Then, as far as I’m concerned, the only value this thing has right now is helping a friend, right?"
"You could say that."
Xiao Qin thought about it and realized Li Mo’s logic was flawless—he couldn’t even argue against it.
Li Mo pressed on with a coaxing tone,
"Then, aren’t we good friends?"
"Of course!"
Xiao Qin immediately straightened up and answered solemnly.
"Then there’s no problem! Take it."
Li Mo grinned and slapped the Dark Nourishing Soulwood into his hand.
Xiao Qin opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words.
Was... was it really that simple?
Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable also found the situation bizarre.
As an old fox, he could tell his disciple had been led astray by this Li kid.
But in his two lifetimes, this was the first time he’d seen someone trick another person just to give them a benefit.
If this was deception, then the guy was oddly kind.
It was downright absurd.
"Alright, Senior Brother Xiao, you’ll achieve great things in the future. By then, something like this won’t even be considered rare."
"I’ll go turn in the mission now."
With that, Li Mo said no more, turning and leaving as if afraid Xiao Qin might try to return the item.
"No wonder everyone in the sect says Junior Brother Li is noble and virtuous, with the bearing of an ancient sage."
"Compared to him, what kind of upright person am I?"
Xiao Qin watched that carefree figure walk away, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He already felt indebted to Li Mo, and now he owed him even more.
But after what Li Mo had said, he really couldn’t refuse.
Besides, his master truly needed this item.
"Hmph, at least you still remember this old man."
In his mind, Thousand Forms Martial Venerable snorted.
"Master, I didn’t mean anything else..."
Xiao Qin was a little embarrassed.
"Enough, I know your character."
"If it weren’t so, I wouldn’t have entrusted my life and death to you."
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable wasn’t actually angry.
Instead, he continued,
"That Li kid is indeed someone worth befriending. And... he himself is no ordinary person."
"You should work harder and see if you can keep up with him."
Xiao Qin was about to nod when he froze.
Keep up with Junior Brother Li?
He had rebuilt his foundation from scratch and was now at the peak of the Qi-Blood Realm’s twelve meridians.
Surely Li Mo hadn’t already condensed internal energy, had he?
Seeing his foolish disciple’s confusion, Thousand Forms Martial Venerable said,
"It’s even more shocking than you think."
"Though he hasn’t condensed internal energy, the path he’s taken in the Qi-Blood Realm is far longer than yours. I don’t know exactly how many meridians he’s opened, but it’s definitely far beyond twelve."
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable had once been a supreme powerhouse, after all.
Even as a remnant soul, his perception was beyond ordinary people.
"Beyond twelve meridians?"
Xiao Qin was stunned—this was completely outside his knowledge.
"When it comes to martial arts, you’re still a frog at the bottom of a well."
"By nature, every person only has twelve main meridians."
"But some are born defying the heavens, with foundations far surpassing ordinary people. In my prime, I possessed fifteen main meridians, far outstripping my peers."
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable’s voice carried a faint pride.
Just as he finished speaking—
From the mission hall, the voice of the attendant who had processed Li Mo’s mission rang out:
"Verification complete."
"True Disciple Li Mo, successfully hunted down a criminal at the Internal Energy Condensation Realm. Reward: 5,000 contribution points!"
Internal Energy Condensation Realm!
Xiao Qin’s spirit shook, his eyes widening.
Here he was, secretly pleased about nearing the Internal Energy Realm, while Li Mo was already killing enemies at the Condensation Realm?
Monstrous!
"Hmph, as expected. He might even compare to me in my prime."
"Which makes Ying Bing even more terrifying—no wonder she’s still in the Qi-Blood Realm."
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable spoke gravely.
"Then how can I ever catch up to Junior Brother Li?"
Xiao Qin suddenly felt powerless.
He had a master guiding him, yet he was still lagging so far behind.
Wouldn’t the gap only grow wider?
"Keke... Natural talent is important, but before the final outcome is decided, who says you can’t surpass him later?"
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable wanted to pressure his disciple, not crush his ambition.
So, as if foreseeing the future, he added:
"What I take pride in isn’t those fifteen meridians—it’s the Thousand Forms Art!"
"When you reach the Observation Divine Realm, you’ll understand its profundity."
"Mm!"
Xiao Qin clenched his fists, reigniting his fighting spirit.
If he couldn’t even keep Junior Brother Li in sight, how could he ever repay him?
......
Inside the mission hall.
"A Qi-Blood cultivator killing an Internal Energy expert? Is this what a True Disciple is?"
"Hmph, don’t mistake Junior Brother Li’s kindness for weakness."
"Why is Senior Brother Li so strong?"
"Have you forgotten? His master is Elder Shangwu."
"Oh, that explains it."
......
After exchanging greetings with a few familiar disciples, Li Mo was in high spirits.
Not because of the 5,000 contribution points he’d just earned—but because the system had just notified him.
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment in ‘Xiao Qin’—Dark Nourishing Soulwood x1.]
[Investment return: Mystic Armament Embryo x1.]
[Mystic Armament Embryo]: "Can generate a top-grade Mystic Armament based on a weapon template provided by the host."
Though he didn’t like to admit it, Li Mo had to face the truth.
Right now, he lacked a good hammer.
At his current level, he couldn’t even lift a Divine Armament, let alone wield it.
Even if his physique were strong enough to channel world energy to use it, it would only serve as a last resort.
With this Mystic Armament Embryo, he could use the Pangu Meteorite Hammer as a template to forge a "replica."
"True Disciple Li, do you wish to exchange for anything?"
The attendant noticed him standing there and assumed he was deciding what to spend his points on.
"Yes."
"I need some exotic beast meat."
Li Mo snapped out of his thoughts and nodded.
"Oh?"
The attendant was surprised but quickly added,
"Exotic beast meat isn’t as potent as pills, but it’s more stable—no risk of pill toxins or residue. It seems True Disciple Li is planning for the long term."
"Do you need meat for refining qi-blood, strengthening the body, or breaking through bottlenecks?"
"I want the tasty kind."
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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?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”