Facing those eyes that seemed to see through everything, Zhao Wuji felt as though all his thoughts had nowhere to hide.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his nervousness, and bowed deeply to the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng once again.
"Zhao Wuji would like to ask the Pavilion Master to act as a witness for my Zhao family."
As his words fell, the air in the study seemed to freeze for a moment.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng's chewing of the immortal fruit slowed down.
He looked at Zhao Wuji below, whose posture was humble and whose words were earnest, and suddenly smiled.
The laughter was very light, but it felt like a needle piercing Zhao Wuji's heart.
"Heh."
He casually threw the fruit pit into a jade plate nearby, making a crisp "ding" sound.
"A matter that requires a True Immortal to personally act as a witness, you call this a 'trivial matter'?"
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng didn't even bother to look at him again, but simply called out lazily towards the door.
"Someone come."
"See the guest out."
The green-clad maid outside immediately pushed the door open and made a "please" gesture to Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's body stiffened abruptly.
He knew that once he walked out of this study today, there would be no turning back.
He had gambled everything; he absolutely could not leave in such a disgraceful manner!
"Pavilion Master!"
Zhao Wuji's voice rose a few pitches due to urgency. Ignoring any etiquette, he hastily spoke before the maid could.
"My Zhao family is willing to disperse all our wealth! To help Tingfeng Pavilion... overcome its difficulties!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the green-clad maid, who was about to turn around, paused her steps.
The atmosphere in the study became increasingly subtle.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng finally deigned to shift his gaze from the plate of immortal fruits back to Zhao Wuji.
Only this time, the smile on his face had completely vanished.
"What difficulties does my Tingfeng Pavilion have?"
His voice was flat, but it made Zhao Wuji feel a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Even if there were, what does a mere Zhao family amount to?"
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng slowly stood up, his moon-white robes fluttering without wind.
He walked step by step to Zhao Wuji, looking down at him from a commanding height.
"What is my status? The fact that I am willing to see you is already giving you enough face."
"Now that I've said to see the guest out, are you deaf, or are you shamelessly refusing to appreciate the favor?"
A terrifying pressure descended like a mountain.
Zhao Wuji felt his legs go weak, almost kneeling on the spot.
"Do not say I didn't warn you."
Zhao Wuji's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He had no doubt that if he spoke one more word of nonsense, the very next moment, he would be obliterated on the spot by the temperamental True Immortal before him.
But he couldn't back down!
"Pavilion Master!"
Zhao Wuji forced himself to withstand the pressure, speaking as fast as a machine gun.
"Since you also said that anything requiring a witness is no trivial matter!"
"Then I'll just lay it all out!"
"I am ninety percent sure that I can retrieve the corpse of an Immortal Venerable! There might still be inheritances or relics on it, no matter what it is..."
Before Zhao Wuji could finish, he immediately raised his hand and swore to the heavens. A profound rune surfaced from between his brows and merged into the void.
"I, Zhao Wuji, swear by my Dao heart that whatever is obtained, I am willing to give three-tenths to the Pavilion Master! Even if this trip fails, I will absolutely not let the Pavilion Master make the trip for nothing! The Zhao family can offer all our savings accumulated over so many years with both hands right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a plain-looking storage ring from his robes, raised it high with both hands, and presented it to the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng.
The corpse of an Immortal Venerable?
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng's pupils contracted imperceptibly.
His face remained expressionless, but he simply flicked his finger.
The storage ring left Zhao Wuji's palm, turned into a streak of light, and landed in his hand.
Sending his divine sense into it, he casually swept through it.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng's heart also skipped a beat.
Spirit stones, spirit herbs, ores, magical treasures... piled up like a mountain.
Although the grades weren't too high, the sheer quantity made up for it.
It was indeed the entire fortune accumulated by a family over ten thousand years. This Zhao Wuji hadn't played any tricks.
This little bit of stuff was just a drop in the bucket for the terrifyingly massive resource black hole that was Tingfeng Pavilion.
But...
It was just enough to solve his urgent need.
He quietly put away the ring, and the terrifying pressure also silently dissipated.
"Which Immortal Venerable?"
His voice returned to that lazy flatness.
Grave robbing was a matter that could be big or small.
There were vast differences between Immortal Venerables.
Some Immortal Venerables left behind countermeasures before they fell, which even other Immortal Venerables visiting in person would have to weigh carefully.
If it was some giant of the demonic path, he absolutely wouldn't dare to get involved.
Failing to reap any benefits and losing his own life would be a massive loss.
Seeing him accept the ring, the heavy stone hanging in Zhao Wuji's heart finally fell halfway.
But he still didn't dare to lower his guard.
"This matter... is of grave importance."
Zhao Wuji hesitated for a moment, still not directly stating the name.
"Pavilion Master, I have already shown my sincerity."
"I wonder what the Pavilion Master's intention is?"
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng looked at his cautious appearance and somewhat understood.
"As long as it doesn't endanger my safety, I accept this matter."
He sat back down in the grand armchair and picked up another immortal fruit.
"Furthermore, I am only responsible for witnessing and will not take action."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji finally let out a long breath of stale air.
His tense body completely relaxed at this moment.
It was done!
"There's no need for the Pavilion Master to take action!"
He quickly bowed.
"It is Immortal Venerable Haoyue."
"Immortal Venerable Haoyue was benevolent to others during his life and fell from exhaustion in battle. I imagine... he shouldn't have left too many countermeasures behind."
"Immortal Venerable Haoyue?"
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng's hand holding the immortal fruit stopped in mid-air.
His bright eyes suddenly narrowed, staring fixedly at Zhao Wuji.
"The Zhao family... truly has a lot of nerve..."
Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze but still braced himself.
"Wealth is sought amidst danger."
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng fell silent.
After a long time, he placed the immortal fruit back onto the plate.
"When do we set off?"
Zhao Wuji's spirits lifted.
"A long night is fraught with dreams; we set off immediately!"
"Good!"
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng abruptly stood up, his white robes swishing, full of momentum.
He shouted loudly towards the door.
"Someone come! Fetch my Tingfeng Pavilion's Nine Dragons Agarwood Boat!"
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's face instantly turned pale.
"Pavilion Master! You mustn't!"
He was so anxious he almost jumped up.
"This matter must not be too ostentatious!"
The Nine Dragons Agarwood Boat?
That was Tingfeng Pavilion's top-tier flying boat for travel. Once activated, nine dragons would encircle it, and ten thousand rays of rosy light would shine, as if afraid others wouldn't know the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng was going on a tour.
They were going to rob a grave, not go on a sightseeing trip!
With such a grand display, before they even reached the Great Wilderness, the news would probably have spread throughout the entire Canghuang World!
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng looked at his panicked appearance, secretly laughing inside, but his face remained a matter-of-fact expression.
Of course, he knew he couldn't be ostentatious.
Besides...
The spirit stones required to activate the Nine Dragons Agarwood Boat just once would cost nearly half of the small fortune he had obtained from Zhao Wuji.
He simply couldn't afford to fly it anymore.
However, he still had to keep up appearances.
He couldn't afford to lose face!
Glancing at Zhao Wuji, he waved his hand with feigned impatience.
"I know, I know. What a hassle."
"Lead the way!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.)
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?"
