Kuai Tian Sacred Land.
One of the Five Great Sacred Lands,
famed throughout the world for its mastery in crafting intricate mechanical puppets. Its disciples rarely venture beyond its borders, their actions shrouded in mystery.
By conventional wisdom, mechanical puppets are mere external tools, hardly worthy of high regard.
Yet, Kuai Tian Sacred Land somehow obtained a world-shaking legacy, managing to perfect this path to the extent that it could stand shoulder to shoulder with the other Sacred Lands.
So, what exactly was inside the wooden box, shaped like a coffin, strapped to the back of that man? It wasn’t hard to guess.
Just as Su Ji’s mind raced with thoughts, the woman from Kuai Tian Sacred Land atop the city wall seemed to sense their arrival.
She slowly turned her head, looking in the direction of Su Ji and Su Jiu.
Her features were delicate, yet somehow combined to give off an indescribable sense of aloofness.
“Are you two from the Love-Longing Sect?”
Her voice rang out, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as steady and taut as a tightened string on a zither.
Su Jiu’s heart skipped a beat. She stepped forward and gave a slight bow.
“Love-Longing Sect, Su Jiu.”
She paused briefly, then added, “Greetings to both of you from Kuai Tian Sacred Land.”
The woman merely responded with a soft “hmm” and stopped looking at her, instead fixing her gaze on Su Ji standing behind.
Su Ji immediately switched to a look of utmost respect and anxiety. Mimicking Su Jiu, he bowed deeply.
“Greetings to both of you.”
Yet the woman’s gaze remained locked on him, showing no sign of shifting away.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Members of the Blood Killing Sect and the Joyful Union Sect also turned their eyes toward them, wearing amused expressions as if watching a show.
Su Ji’s heart sank.
What was going on here?
His mind raced as he took the initiative to break the silence.
“I have long heard of the great name of Kuai Tian Sacred Land and have admired it for many days. To see it today is truly a blessing of three lifetimes.”
His words were sincere, almost to the point of wanting to kowtow on the spot.
“Alas, my talents are lacking, and I have no chance to join your Sacred Land. Otherwise, I would have gladly become a disciple, listening to your teachings every day.”
Su Jiu twitched at the corner of her eye, unable to hold back a twitch of disbelief.
That scoundrel really had no shame at all.
If she guessed right, Su Ji had probably just heard the name for the first time.
After hearing Su Ji’s flattery, the woman’s face remained expressionless, but in her eyes, a faint ripple seemed to flash briefly.
Finally, she withdrew her gaze.
Su Ji let out a silent sigh of relief.
Don’t single me out, please.
Better be careful or I might end up as a sacrificial offering to the sword.
...
Meanwhile, with Su Ji and Su Jiu’s arrival,
the scattered cultivators who had been watching cautiously outside Anyang City began to stir restlessly.
Their eyes kept darting toward the four major factions, flickering with a mix of greed and apprehension.
The complete destruction of Anyang City overnight had surely left behind countless unclaimed treasures.
For these ruthless lone wolves, it was a deadly temptation.
But with all four great powers gathered here, none dared to act rashly.
Everyone knew that in times like these, the first to rush in often died the fastest.
Just then, from the Blood Killing Sect’s side, a burly man with a face full of scars stepped forward, pushing through the crowd.
He clasped his fists and bowed toward the two figures atop the city wall of the Kui Tian Sacred Land, his voice ringing out loud and clear like a bell.
“May I ask the two from Kui Tian Sacred Land, we have been waiting here for quite some time. Since the Love-Longing Sect is already present, when can we enter the city to investigate?”
The woman on the wall slowly lifted her head, her gaze sweeping over the members of the Blood Fiend Sect, then shifting to the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect on the other side.
“No rush.”
“The others haven’t all arrived yet.”
At her words, the burly man from the Blood Fiend Sect’s expression changed sharply. “What do you mean? Our three sects and the Sacred Land are all here. Could there be others coming?”
The woman gave no reply. Instead, she raised her hand and pointed toward the restless crowd of wandering cultivators outside the city.
“They count as people too.”
This statement stunned not only the Blood Fiend Sect members but also the gloomy male disciples of the Joyful Union Sect.
When had the Sacred Land ever regarded these insignificant wanderers as worthy of notice?
Su Ji’s heart stirred.
He had a rough idea of the Sacred Land’s intention.
There was a great terror lurking inside Anyang City.
They needed cannon fodder.
They needed countless cannon fodder to fill the ranks, to probe the dangers.
Sure enough.
Upon hearing this, the wandering cultivators were momentarily stunned, then erupted into thunderous cheers.
“The Sacred Land shows true benevolence!”
“We are willing to serve the Sacred Land with our lives!”
The greed buried deep in human nature was magnified infinitely at this moment.
They willingly ignored the enormous risks hidden beneath, only seeing the seemingly easy rewards.
The man standing nearby nodded slightly, evidently pleased by the reaction.
He leapt silently down from the city wall, landing softly on the ground.
His tall frame, with a massive wooden box strapped to his back, made him look like a small moving mountain.
He strode up to the crowd, his eyes slowly scanning each person.
“Within Anyang City, the aura of bloodlust is overwhelming, and restless spirits linger.”
“Behind this case, there must be evil cultivators at work.”
“Our Kui Tian Sacred Land has come this time solely to uncover the truth, slay the wicked, and restore justice to Anyang City.”
His words were righteous and solemn.
Su Ji sneered inwardly.
Yeah, right.
The man paused briefly, then continued, “The city is fraught with danger. Our four great powers should be the first to face it.”
“But evil cultivators are cunning, and traps may lie in wait.”
“Therefore, we need some comrades to cooperate with us, enter the city ahead to scout and uncover the truth.”
“I will hold the rear and suppress any schemes or treachery.”
Before anyone could respond, he produced a palm-sized compass from his chest.
The compass was made entirely of bronze, covered with complex and arcane runes.
He held it in his palm and infused it with a thread of spiritual energy.
A faint hum sounded—
The compass vibrated lightly, its needle spinning wildly.
After a moment, the needle abruptly stopped, pointing straight toward a direction within the crowd.
The Blood Fiend Sect.
The burly man’s face instantly darkened.
The man spoke expressionlessly, “Comrades of the Blood Fiend Sect, this is a Fortune Compass.”
“It can help avoid misfortune and seek good fortune.”
“We are, after all, righteous and reputable sects. Leaving a bunch of wandering cultivators to scout for us would be too despicable.”
“I believe we should also dispatch some of our own people.”
"The compass indicates that you and your fellow scattered cultivators will lead the way, bearing the least risk."
The burly man’s mouth twitched slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, not a single word came out.
The Kuai Tian Sacred Land was clearly sending them to be cannon fodder, to scout ahead—and yet, they had no choice but to accept.
There was no way around it.
The reputations of the two sects were already terrible.
But the Blood Fiend Sect’s was the worst.
“Fine!”
The burly man squeezed out a word through clenched teeth, then suddenly waved his hand.
“Let’s move!”
He led a dozen or so disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect without looking back, striding toward the tightly shut gates of Anyang City.
Watching the Blood Fiend Sect members prepare to enter the city, the other scattered cultivators began to lose their patience.
Their minds started to stir.
Soon, dozens of scattered cultivators banded together and charged toward the city gates.
The man put away the compass and shifted his gaze toward the group from the Joyful Union Sect.
The white-faced cultivator leading them stepped forward before he could speak, a sycophantic smile plastered across his face.
“Rest assured, the two of you. We are also willing to contribute in uncovering the truth.”
With that, he led his disciples from the Joyful Union Sect toward Anyang City.
In a blink, only Su Ji, Su Jiu, two men from Kuai Tian Sacred Land, and a group of hesitant scattered cultivators remained outside the city.
The man looked at Su Ji, his hoarse voice sounding again.
“What about you two?”
Su Ji was about to respond with some polite words.
But Su Jiu suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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?"
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.”
