Meanwhile, on the other side.
Zhao Tianyang's figure disappeared at the end of the mine shaft.
He did not look back.
The winds of the Great Wasteland were far more violent than those inside the mine.
The sound of the wind was no longer a dull howl, but a sharp shriek, like countless vengeful spirits wailing in one's ears.
Gravel was swept up, striking his body with crisp crackling sounds. Every single grain carried enough force to pierce through metal and stone.
Just like driving a vehicle, when encountering a fierce headwind, one should find a way to take shelter.
Even a Soul Formation cultivator like Zhao Tianyang had to channel his spiritual energy to form a thin protective barrier over his body, fending off this pervasive erosion.
But he did not go far.
Behind a massive rock just a few miles from the mine's exit, he came to a halt.
This was a natural windbreak. The fierce gales were blocked by the rock, creating a relatively calm area.
Zhao Tianyang familiarly slipped into a crevice in the rock and sat cross-legged. His lofty, life-and-death-dictating aura from the mine vanished without a trace.
From his robes, he carefully took out a cracked voice transmission jade slip.
The material of the jade slip was of very poor quality, not even comparable to the stone tablets the mine overseers used for record-keeping.
Pressing the jade slip against his glabella, Zhao Tianyang closed his eyes. At this moment, a look of almost humble reverence appeared on his deeply wrinkled, aged face.
Young Master.
His voice was no longer that raspy tone; instead, it carried a hint of cautious sycophancy.
The matter you entrusted to me... might just be accomplished.
The other end of the jade slip remained silent for a long time.
So long that a layer of fine cold sweat seeped from Zhao Tianyang's forehead.
Finally, a youthful voice, somewhat lazy yet exuding an innate aristocratic air, slowly sounded.
Oh?
Just a single word, yet it made Zhao Tianyang subconsciously bow his waist a bit lower.
Among this batch of mine slaves, I found an ascender with an extremely special physique.
Zhao Tianyang lowered his voice to a whisper, as if afraid of disturbing something.
He can neutralize baleful aura.
Furthermore... I am ninety percent sure that it is the legendary Flawless Physique you have been searching for.
This time, the voice from the other end of the jade slip clearly carried a ripple of emotion.
Ninety percent?
Yes. Zhao Tianyang's tone was incredibly certain. I have personally tested him; there is absolutely no way this person is faking it. It's just that his background is a bit bizarre. He is a man...
He claims to possess an acquired physique, obtained by practicing a demonic art and devouring a Flawless Physique.
That is not important.
As long as he can neutralize baleful aura, as long as he truly has the Flawless Physique, then he is our Zhao family's last hope!
I request permission to leave the mine. I want to go to a nearby sect to borrow an artifact for testing special physiques.
The other end of the jade slip fell silent once more.
After a long while, the young voice sounded again, but this time, it carried an unquestionable decisiveness.
Go. If it is indeed the Flawless Physique, notify me again.
I will find a way to secure a suitable witness.
Remember, this matter must succeed; failure is not an option.
Otherwise...
As soon as the words fell, the voice transmission jade slip in Zhao Tianyang's hand shattered into fine powder with a crack.
Zhao Tianyang slowly lowered his hand, his humble and respectful face gradually returning to its usual gloominess.
He stepped out of the rock crevice and stood once more on this grayish-white wasteland.
The wind and sand raged on.
Yet, he seemed unable to feel the piercing chill.
Indeed.
He, Zhao Tianyang, was one of the very few ascenders who had walked out of this living hell of a mine alive.
Back in the day, he had also been a peerless genius of his era in the lower realm. He had been high-spirited and full of vigor, believing himself to be the chosen one of destiny.
But when he truly walked out of the mine and witnessed the vastness of this world, he finally understood...
He was nothing but a frog that had jumped from the bottom of one well into another, slightly larger well.
He was a late bloomer. By the time he ascended, he had long missed the golden age of cultivation.
Those sects with eternal legacies and immortal noble families wanted exceptional seedlings with boundless futures, not an old tree like him—someone who, despite having decent strength, was already set in his ways and drained of potential.
He had bowed and scraped, and he had hit walls everywhere he went.
In the end, after going around in circles, only this minor family that had once enslaved him was willing to take him in as a guest elder.
Guest elder was a nice way to put it.
Put bluntly, he was just an old watchdog guarding their gates.
He sorrowfully discovered that the finish line he had risked his life and fought with all his might to reach was not even comparable to the starting line others had at birth.
He was unwilling to accept this.
Therefore, when that Young Master—who was equally unwilling to see his family decline—presented a crazy plan to him...
He agreed without hesitation.
He volunteered to return to this nightmare of a place he had sworn never to set foot in again, taking up the role of an overseer once more.
All for a legend that only existed in the records of ancient texts.
Everyone thought it was a fool's dream.
But he had finally waited long enough to see it.
Zhao Tianyang slowly turned around, looking back in the direction of the mine.
In those cloudy eyes, there was no longer a shred of disgust for this land.
It was replaced by an unprecedented, burning fervor.
That place was no longer a graveyard burying geniuses.
But a mountain of treasure... harboring endless hope.
Su Hao.
Zhao Tianyang softly chewed on this name in his heart.
He did not care whether this kid was real or fake, nor did he care what schemes or tricks he might have.
As long as he could open that door.
As long as he could allow him, and the Zhao family, to obtain what was inside.
Then he would be the most valuable tool in the world.
A witness...
Zhao Tianyang softly spat out these words.
The price of inviting a True Immortal-level witness was so astronomical that it would completely bankrupt the current Zhao family.
But if...
If they won this gamble...
Zhao Tianyang's cloudy eyes gleamed terrifyingly bright at this moment.
His deeply wrinkled, aged face slowly curled into a sinister smile.
As long as it succeeds...
So what if they go bankrupt?!
Moreover...
The thing deep within the mine...
Might not necessarily escape his own grasp!
The one closest to the water gets the moon first!
Was he really supposed to be someone else's dog for the rest of his life?!
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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】
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...
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?"
