At the same time, the voice of the Heavenly Dao echoed once more in Su Ji’s ears.
["A clear conscience paves the way to the Great Dao."]
["As the first to pass the trial, you are granted ‘Clarity of the Dao Heart.’"]
As the words faded, a gentle light descended from the heavens and merged into Su Ji’s brow.
Su Ji glanced at his "Heavenly Mandate."
It hadn’t increased.
This was more like a "state enhancement."
He felt his mind grow crystal clear, as if all meaningless distractions had been swept away.
His thoughts flowed faster.
Just then, Su Jiu also completed the trial.
The moment she stepped out of the "Path of Heart’s Trial," her gaze met Su Ji’s.
Her clear eyes were filled with shock.
How had Su Ji finished so quickly?
If she remembered correctly, she had entered the trial first.
She had just endured the torment of severing ties with the clansmen who raised her in the illusion.
The heart-wrenching pain still lingered.
But Su Ji… he looked…
Completely at ease?
What had he experienced?
Or was he simply a cold, unfeeling monster with no attachments at all?
Su Ji ignored her astonishment and instead observed the other cultivators still struggling on the path.
Some knelt on the ground, weeping and kowtowing to empty air.
Others snarled, fists flying as if battling invisible foes.
One female cultivator rolled on the ground, robes disheveled, moaning in a way that would make anyone blush.
Tsk.
It seemed the Path of Heart’s Trial didn’t just reflect worldly ties—it also laid bare one’s deepest desires.
Still, the performances were all the same.
Su Ji quickly grew bored.
He turned his attention back to Su Jiu.
"Well? Seeing me finish so fast, are you impressed now?"
Su Jiu looked away without answering.
Su Ji felt a flicker of disappointment.
Not that he actually cared to tease her.
It was just that [Gaze of the Heavenly Mandate] was still on cooldown after being used on the fat steward.
He wondered if he could trigger a [Romance Option] to glean hints about future events.
Meanwhile, Su Jiu couldn’t comprehend it.
Even the most resolute cultivators couldn’t remain so composed under such soul-piercing trials.
Was Su Ji’s heart truly made of stone? Or… had his illusion been different from everyone else’s?
……
Time passed.
Fewer cultivators writhed on the path, and more emerged at the end.
One by one, they appeared beside Su Ji and Su Jiu.
Most were pale and dazed, still reeling from their painful choices in the illusion.
Their gazes toward Su Ji held a trace of awe.
To them, the earlier one passed, the more "ruthless" they must be.
Finally, as the last cultivator staggered out, the ethereal voice spoke again.
["The trial of the heart is complete."]
["Only those with a clear conscience may proceed."]
The moment the words fell, the Path of Heart’s Trial split down the middle without warning.
An invisible divide separated the crowd.
Su Ji, Su Jiu, and the thirty-odd cultivators who passed stood firm.
On the other side, the old Daoist who had been laughing maniacally earlier—along with fifteen others—watched as the ground beneath them turned illusory.
"Hahaha! This old Daoist has severed worldly ties and purged all inner demons! The Great Dao awaits!"
Still lost in his euphoria, the old man didn’t notice the change beneath his feet.
Then, the illusory ground vanished entirely.
His laughter cut off abruptly—no time even for a scream.
He and the fifteen others plunged into the bottomless Abyss of Delusion below.
Not even an echo remained.
"……"
Silence gripped the survivors.
Fear was etched on every face.
Only Su Ji found it somewhat amusing.
With skills like these, why even cultivate immortality?
The Heavenly Dao’s trial might as well have spelled out "This is a test" in bold letters.
The setup was obvious—first the talk of "severing ties" and "worldly burdens," practically announcing the illusion trial.
And yet, they still fell for it?
Even if they had loved ones they couldn’t bear to part with, shouldn’t they at least use their brains?
Wasn’t their own survival important?
Knowing the "loved ones" before them were illusions, how could they hesitate?
A little vigilance—channeling the mindset of "How dare you impersonate those I care about? Die!"—would’ve made it easy.
Just raise the blade and slaughter without mercy.
This trial wasn’t even difficult.
If he were the designer, he wouldn’t have made it so straightforward.
At the very least, he’d add layers.
First, craft an illusion that seemed brutally challenging, letting the victim believe they’d fought hard to "pass."
Then, when they let their guard down, basking in their reward and thinking themselves the chosen one—
Strike.
Reveal a mocking grin.
And whisper:
"When did you… start believing you’d already passed?"
The thought sent a jolt through Su Ji.
His smirk froze.
Wait…
A terrifying possibility clawed its way into his mind.
Could it be…
This "success" itself was part of the illusion?
A trap for those who thought they’d outsmarted it?
Once the seed took root, it grew wildly.
He discreetly scanned his surroundings.
The pale, shaken cultivators who’d "passed."
The split path that had swallowed the failures.
Even Su Jiu, standing cold and pristine beside him.
Everything seemed too logical, too seamless.
Which made it all the more suspicious.
Su Ji’s heart sank.
He had to test it.
Turning to Su Jiu, he forced back his usual careless grin, as if his earlier tension had never existed.
"Hey, junior sister."
His tone was casual.
"Those foxes from your Qingqiu homeland—are they all experts in seduction?"
Su Jiu, lost in thought, frowned at the interruption. Her icy demeanor sharpened.
"I’ve told you before. I’m of the Pure Fox lineage."
A normal response. No issues.
But Su Ji pressed on.
"Ah, right, my mistake."
He feigned realization, then shifted to a suggestive tone.
"It’s just—you share the surname Su, and that time you measured my spiritual roots, your technique was so…"
"I thought I’d lucked into the Su Daji special."
Su Jiu’s expression turned glacial. A vein pulsed at her temple.
Yet she held back, only correcting through gritted teeth.
"She was of the You Su lineage."
Su Ji’s smile vanished completely.
The You Su lineage…
So Su Daji actually existed here?
His mind reeled. Suppressing the storm of thoughts, he pretended surprise.
"So, Su Daji actually exists in this world?"
Su Jiu finally began to sense something amiss.
Her clear eyes, tinged with curiosity, fixed on Su Ji's face.
She found his surprise... utterly baffling.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she countered, "If she doesn’t exist..."
"Then how did you even know that name?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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?"
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
