Clang!
An ear-piercing sound of clashing metal exploded, causing the entire lava cave to buzz and tremble.
The tip of the Fallen Dragon Spear collided heavily with the claws of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm, which were as tough as Golden Core magical artifacts.
The erupting blast wave peeled off a layer of the surrounding ground, sending crushed rocks shooting out like arrows.
Caught in the violent blast, Lin Ranyue let out a muffled groan. Her delicate body was forced back uncontrollably until her back slammed hard against the solid rock wall, barely managing to steady herself.
Tasting sweetness in her throat, she forcefully swallowed back a mouthful of rising blood and looked at the center of the battlefield in horror.
What in the world?
She saw that Su Ji's figure was not at a disadvantage at all in the head-on collision with the Thunder-Fire Wyrm.
Yet she couldn't even withstand the aftermath of their clash?
In this instant.
A sentence flashed through her mind out of nowhere.
"If we try to take each other down, I'm afraid it will cause quite a commotion."
What commotion? Was her scream too loud?
No... it wasn't even an evenly matched fight!
Not only was Su Ji not knocked back by that immense force, but his feet took root in the ground. With a twist of his waist, he forcefully pushed the massive body of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm sliding back several feet.
Roar!
The Thunder-Fire Wyrm cried out in pain, letting out a roar of mingled shock and fury.
It couldn't understand why the strength of this human cultivator was so tyrannical!
Before it could react, Su Ji flicked his wrist. On the shaft of the spear, crimson dragon scale patterns suddenly lit up.
The long spear in his hands transformed into a sky full of spear shadows. At times, it was like a wild dragon emerging from the sea, sweeping wide with the might to burn mountains and boil oceans; at other times, it was like a venomous snake striking from its hole, tricky and ruthless, targeting only vital spots.
Every strike landed with unparalleled precision on the unhealed old wounds of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm.
Pfft!
The spear tip tore through the scales, bringing up large sprays of blood.
The Thunder-Fire Wyrm roared madly. Its massive tail, carrying thunder and fire, swept across, generating bursts of ear-piercing sonic booms.
Su Ji, however, did not meet it head-on. His footwork shifted, his figure moving like a phantom. Right before the giant tail, which had the power to split mountains and crack stones, could reach him, he easily dodged away.
The giant tail smashed viciously into the ground, shattering the earth and leaving behind a bottomless, hideous trench.
The entire battlefield completely turned into Su Ji's personal show.
He unleashed to the fullest all the techniques he had comprehended over the past four months while being thoroughly beaten down by Hui Xing.
Compared to his past reliance on destiny to crush his enemies.
He now possessed something more... an absolute control over the tide of battle!
He was beginning to reveal his true brilliance!
Standing in the distance, Lin Ranyue was completely dumbfounded.
Her mind was a blank slate, leaving only that figure darting through the thunder, fire, and spear shadows.
That grinning disciple of the Lovesick Sect, from whose mouth not a single word of truth ever came...
Just what kind of monster was he?
Just as she lost herself in thought, the battle changed again.
Unable to take it down after a prolonged attack, Su Ji seemed to lose his patience as well.
Seizing the opening from yet another tail swipe by the Thunder-Fire Wyrm, he didn't dodge or evade, but forcefully took the sweeping blow with his shoulder.
Bang!
A muffled thud echoed.
Su Ji's body only swayed slightly. The robes on his shoulder turned to ash, revealing the skin underneath, which surprisingly didn't even have a single scratch.
Using this tremendous force, Su Ji didn't retreat but advanced, instantly closing the distance to the massive body of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm.
The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hands erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light at this moment.
Flaring up suddenly, a blinding pillar of light shot into the sky, dazzling the Thunder-Fire Wyrm's vision.
Now was the time!
The long spear in Su Ji's hands thrust ruthlessly into the single eye of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm with an unreasonable posture!
Pfft—
A teeth-grating, muffled sound rang out.
The spear pierced all the way to the shaft.
Awoo—!
A miserable howl, shrill to the extreme, burst from the mouth of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm.
It was no longer a roar, but a pure wail of agony originating from the depths of its soul.
Its enormous body twisted and rolled madly. Its gigantic head slammed viciously against the rock wall, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble.
The dark red lake water was churned upside down, and scorching lava splattered everywhere.
Having landed his strike, Su Ji didn't linger in the fight. He pulled back and retreated, landing steadily on a protruding rock in the distance.
Leaning on his spear, his chest heaving slightly, he looked at the behemoth struggling in agony, a heartily satisfied smile appearing on his face.
After being completely dominated by that little freak Hui Xing for over four months, he had finally vented this foul frustration.
If he couldn't beat a dragon, beating a wyrm was also pretty good.
It was unknown how much time had passed, but the struggles of the Thunder-Fire Wyrm gradually subsided.
Its massive body collapsed weakly by the lake, leaving only faint breaths. Its pierced single eye stared hollowly at the cave ceiling, oozing foul-smelling black blood.
The late-stage Golden Core Thunder-Fire Wyrm had been defeated.
Defeated cleanly and decisively.
Inside the lava cave, a dead silence fell for a time.
There was only the bubbling sound of flowing lava.
Lin Ranyue froze in place, motionless.
She had previously sneaked around to another passage entrance and started to run away.
But the perception-shattering scene before her eyes made her completely forget the thought of escaping.
She slowly turned around, her footsteps somewhat unsteady, and walked step by step in Su Ji's direction.
Her mind was a mess, as if stuffed with a tangled ball of hemp.
A grand completion Foundation Establishment cultivator, single-handedly and head-on, crushing a late-stage Golden Core mutated demonic wyrm?
Who would believe such a thing if it were spoken out loud?
She walked up to Su Ji. Her beautiful, autumn-water eyes stared straight at him, as if trying to see through him from the inside out.
Su Ji.
She chewed over this name repeatedly in her heart.
She truly had never heard of an expert by this name.
Sensing her approach, Su Ji turned his head and raised an eyebrow.
"Not running anymore?"
Lin Ranyue ignored his teasing.
She looked at Su Ji's somewhat punchable face, and then at the long spear in his hand radiating a terrifying, scorching sun-like aura.
After a long time.
She finally squeezed a sentence from between her lips.
That sentence was completely out of character with her previous image.
"You wouldn't happen to be one of those show-offs... who likes to play the pig to eat the tiger, would you?"
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.”
【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.)
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?"
