To be honest.
Su Ji didn’t like the feeling of being forced into arrangements.
But the problem was, the other party was too damn sneaky.
They outright covered their face.
No matter how much he rambled, he couldn’t trigger any options.
Whatever.
He’d definitely become legendary sooner or later anyway.
If she genuinely treated him well, helping her bury the sword would just be a small favor.
If this was a setup, who’d end up entangled in whose karma was still up for debate.
Su Ji suppressed the thoughts surging in his mind.
He walked slowly toward the azure magic sword embedded diagonally in the scorching rock.
The blade was unadorned, devoid of any ornate engravings, bearing only a single, naturally flowing line that exuded an indescribable charm.
Su Ji reached out and gripped the hilt.
It felt warm to the touch—not cold as he’d expected.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he slowly pulled the sword free from the rock.
"Hum—"
A faint, lingering hum resonated through the air.
A wisp of azure breeze materialized out of nowhere, brushing past Su Ji’s hair and robes.
His long locks fluttered wildly, his sleeves billowing in the wind.
In that instant, an inexplicable surge of pride welled up in his heart.
This world was vast, yet the countless cultivators within it were nothing more than weeds to be trampled underfoot.
This sword seemed capable of severing all restraints, freeing him to roam beyond heaven and earth.
Something’s off.
Su Ji’s mind jolted alert. His Glazed Dao Platform roared to life, forcibly suppressing the sudden arrogance.
What a domineering sword intent.
It could influence one’s mind without them even realizing.
This thing was definitely a treasure beyond the realm of ordinary magic artifacts.
But as for its exact grade? He couldn’t even begin to fathom it.
The fading figure of the green-robed woman seemed to flicker with surprise as she watched Su Ji shake off the sword’s influence so quickly.
"The sword’s name is Singing Wind."
"Singing Wind is the sword."
Su Ji paid her no mind.
Once it was in his hands, what it was called wasn’t up to her anymore.
Useless sword owner.
Right now, all Su Ji could think about was how to test this sword’s power.
A bold idea flashed through his mind.
He glanced at the nearly vanished illusion, then down at his waist.
The next moment, under the green-robed woman’s stunned gaze, Su Ji drew the sword at his hip—a blade that had once drunk the essence of a flood dragon.
This was a treasure a Golden Core stall owner had lent him for a whopping five thousand premium spirit stones.
Though it was just a temporary loan, its sharpness was undoubtedly top-tier among Golden Core artifacts.
Su Ji held the ancient azure sword in his left hand and the Golden Core blade in his right.
A grin of anticipation spread across his face.
He gently tapped the edges of the two swords together.
No earth-shattering clash.
No dazzling burst of spiritual light.
Just a faint, almost imperceptible click.
The priceless Golden Core artifact—its sharpest tip—had been cleanly sheared off.
The severed piece spun through the air before landing on the scorching ground with a crisp clink.
What a sword!
Su Ji couldn’t help but marvel.
The sharpness of this ancient azure blade surpassed anything he’d ever known.
But then, a chill shot up from his feet straight to the crown of his head.
Oh shit!
No!
What a damn—
What a damn hand!
Su Ji felt his heart bleeding.
Five thousand premium spirit stones!
That Golden Core stall owner’s "old flame"!
He’d already dyed the sword red once—fine, whatever—but now… now he’d straight-up broken it?
How was he supposed to explain this?
That old man had sworn a Dao Heart Oath, vowing to brave fire and water if summoned.
But he never said anything about still being willing after having his "old flame’s tip" snapped off!
Even if you borrow someone else’s stuff, you don’t go this far, do you?
Su Ji—the master actor—found his expression control utterly collapsing for the first time.
First shock, then agony, and finally, a look of utter devastation.
He scrambled to pick up the broken tip from the ground, only to hiss in pain as the scorching surface burned his fingers.
Then, wrapping his hand in spiritual energy, he gingerly pinched the searing fragment and held it against the broken blade, trying to fit them together.
After a moment, an idea struck him.
Su Ji turned his head.
"Senior! Fellow transmigrator…"
"Before you go… how about one last favor?"
"Help me fix this?"
"Call it building good karma! I’ll burn extra incense for you two in Qingqiu!"
The green-robed woman’s illusion, already on the verge of vanishing, lingered a moment longer at this bewildering display.
Her faint silhouette seemed to tremble slightly.
As if laughing.
Or sighing.
Finally, a voice tinged with resignation whispered in Su Ji’s ear.
"As expected… I didn’t choose wrong."
Though she didn’t directly answer, the refusal was clear.
Su Ji didn’t mind.
Rubbing his hands together, he adopted an enthusiastic tone and finally got to the point:
"Senior, senior—what kind of dragon is locked in this Dragon Binding Abyss?"
"Let me ride it, yeah?"
The moment these words left his mouth, the nearly dissipated figure of the green-robed woman suddenly solidified for a split second.
A cold, slightly flustered voice rang out clearer than ever before.
"Absolutely not!"
Su Ji, completely oblivious to the shift in her tone, took it as a sign of possibility and immediately launched into persuasion mode.
"Senior, look—you’ve got this big dragon locked up here, hidden from the world. What a waste!"
"It’s gotta be suffocating."
"How about this? Have it acknowledge me as its master. I’ll take it out, we’ll ascend to the upper realm together, reform properly—strive to be a good dragon! It gets freedom, I get a powerful ally. Win-win!"
Su Ji delivered this speech with righteous conviction, as if he weren’t coveting a divine beast but doing it a favor.
The green-robed woman fell silent.
Her hazy figure simply watched him.
After a long pause, she let out a weary sigh.
"What locks her here… is me, yet not me."
Su Ji blinked, not quite grasping the riddle.
Her voice carried a sorrow too deep to dissolve.
"To be precise, what locks her is the past."
The past?
Su Ji frowned, about to press further—
But the green-robed figure had already faded to near transparency, leaving only one last ethereal whisper carried by the wind.
"Of all the Dao in this world, none cuts deeper than the past…"
"I never should’ve disguised myself as a man back then… What a cursed bond…"
"She doesn’t wish to see me, and I won’t disturb her."
"Staying here is fine… At least she’s alive."
With those final words, her presence vanished entirely.
The underground lava cavern fell silent again, save for the bubbling of molten rock.
Su Ji stood motionless, gripping the azure sword named "Singing Wind," lost in thought.
He hated these cryptic types.
Especially a fellow transmigrator—shouldn’t they be more straightforward?
Su Ji curled his lip and muttered under his breath.
"Playing mysterious."
He hefted the sword. Not even a scabbard?
Maybe he should go find that dragon instead.
Su Ji was confident in his silver tongue’s ability to work miracles.
To have a good chat with that never-before-seen true dragon about the beautiful blueprint of "freedom" and "the future."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?"
