This female cultivator who wore no inner armor had heard that some practitioners possessed heaven-defying luck, able to obtain blue or even purple-tier Heavenly Mandates from the very beginning. Among these were some bizarre mandates with minuscule probabilities of appearing, yet possessing fixed lethality—abilities that often disregarded the gap in cultivation realms.
But the price was equally steep.
While the early stages might be smooth sailing, reaching the Golden Core stage would render one such purple-tier Heavenly Mandate useless. It was essentially sacrificing the future for an unimpeded path in the early stages of cultivation.
Whether it was worth it was hard to say.
Forget it.
Better safe than sorry.
Was it worth gambling with a potentially fatal risk for some unrelated brat?
The answer was no.
Especially not before the Nascent Soul cave abode—there was no need to invite trouble.
Giving him a lift was just a trivial favor.
With this thought, the fury in Gu Ranran's heart was forcibly suppressed by reason. She took a deep breath, her tone still icy but devoid of killing intent.
"Hold on tight."
Su Ji grinned and tightened his grip.
"Fellow Daoist, I knew you were a good person."
Su Ji's address did a complete one-eighty.
Gu Ranran, handed a "good person card," ignored him and merely snorted coldly before urging her flying sword forward. The blade transformed into a streak of azure light, shooting straight toward the massive gate.
The wind howled past their ears.
Though Su Ji's posture was awkward, his mood was excellent.
Free rides were always satisfying.
The two of them, one in front and the other behind, entered the Nascent Soul cave abode in this bizarre manner.
The moment they passed through the glowing gate, Su Ji's vision blurred.
He was violently flung off.
His entire body plummeted downward.
Thud!
Fortunately, the height wasn't too great.
Even after crashing hard onto a slab of solid stone, he only shook his head and quickly recovered.
Su Ji didn't get up immediately.
Lying on the ground, he surveyed his surroundings.
He found himself in an absurdly vast space.
The dome stretched so high it vanished into dim obscurity. Only a few thick stone pillars supported the ceiling, their surfaces carved with intricate, indecipherable patterns.
The air carried the scent of long-sealed dust, mixed with faint traces of spiritual energy.
Just as Su Ji was about to stand—
A delicate, snow-white foot abruptly landed on the stone floor beside his head.
The toes were rounded, the ankle slender.
See, cultivators were a diverse bunch—you'd find all kinds.
The last one couldn't afford inner armor.
This one couldn't afford battle boots.
Su Ji's gaze traveled upward from that foot.
Su Jiu stood above him, dressed in plain robes, her beautiful face filled with disbelief as she looked down at him.
"It really is you, Su Ji."
Su Ji remained utterly shameless. "What a coincidence, Junior Sister. I sensed an opportunity here, so I came."
Su Jiu was left speechless for a long moment.
The Lovebird Sect was a good three hundred miles from this place.
How the hell did you "sense" it?
Even a dog's nose couldn't sniff this far.
Wait—why did she use that analogy?
Before Su Jiu could correct her thoughts, she saw Su Ji twitch his nose.
He took a sniff, just as Su Jiu's gaze met his.
[Conversation with Su Jiu initiated. Target meets aesthetic preferences. Romance options triggered.]
[Option 1: "Junior Sister, why are you barefoot again?" (Reward: Get stomped in the face. "None of your business.")]
[Option 2: "Junior Sister, do you have some kind of special constitution?" (Reward: Enter a special scenario. Upon completion, +1 Heavenly Mandate draw attempt.)]
[Option 3: "Who knew my 'opportunity' was traveling a thousand miles just to find you, Junior Sister~" (Reward: Su Jiu's favorability +2. Get stomped in the face. "Su Ji, what nonsense are you spouting?!")]
Though Option 3 seemed decent, Su Ji found it a bit too greasy.
He couldn't bring himself to say it.
But the special scenario had appeared several times already.
And this time, the reward was a +1 Heavenly Mandate draw attempt?
That was insane.
Under normal circumstances, without special opportunities, a cultivator would only have three Heavenly Mandates by the Golden Core stage.
Previous option rewards had always been stingy—either a measly +1 favorability or a handful of spirit stones.
While they helped avoid mistakes, none were life-threatening.
They paled in comparison to the sheer dominance of [Heavenly Mandate Insight].
They didn't reflect the value a colored-tier Heavenly Mandate should possess.
But now, it seemed...
Had he been approaching this wrong all along?
Was the special scenario the key?
Su Ji couldn't contain his curiosity.
Might as well give it a try.
He feigned ignorance and changed the subject. "Junior Sister, you smell so nice. Do you have some kind of special constitution?"
Su Jiu subtly took two steps back, putting distance between them, her expression darkening.
After hesitating, she finally muttered, "Flawless Body."
Su Ji scrambled up from the ground, dusting himself off.
Where was the special scenario?
Where was the "this and that" development?
Su Jiu, seeing his lack of reaction, instantly understood.
Su Ji, this cultivation-illiterate fool, probably had no idea what a Flawless Body was.
She continued, "Su Ji, listen to me."
"I don't know how you ended up here."
"But this place isn't for you."
Her tone was deadly serious, not a trace of jest remaining.
"Though we seized the initiative and entered first, many Golden Core elders are already on their way."
"I can't guarantee I'll leave with any gains before they arrive."
"When that happens, I might not even be able to protect myself—and you're only at Qi Refinement..."
Before she could finish—
A deafening boom interrupted her.
The intricate carvings on the massive stone pillars suddenly lit up, glowing with a crimson hue like fresh blood.
The light spread along the patterns, sketching a vast, bloody array across the stone floor.
The array pulsed with demonic lines, intertwining like veins.
A wave of suffocating bloodlust instantly flooded the space.
Then, the floor's array and the pillars' glow began flickering in unison.
Faintly, the clashing of weapons echoed from all directions.
"Watch out!"
Su Jiu's face paled as she yanked Su Ji behind her.
But it was too late.
Every cultivator present, regardless of cultivation level, saw their surroundings warp abruptly.
They were dragged into an ancient battlefield of unimaginable scale.
The sky was a frozen crimson, the earth a river of bones and blood.
A true dragon plummeted from the shattered clouds, its massive body crushing half a mountain range.
A three-legged Golden Crow was torn in two by a colossal hand, its golden blood splashing across the heavens.
Countless cultivators clashed with faceless enemies on the ground.
The void fractured endlessly, revealing pitch-black chaotic currents behind.
This world was saturated with despair, madness, and endless slaughter.
Even the most steadfast Foundation Establishment cultivators turned deathly pale, trembling uncontrollably. Some even coughed up blood as their Dao hearts wavered.
Boom!!!
Just as their minds were on the verge of collapsing under the horrific sight—
A deep, resonant bell tolled across the heavens.
All the illusions before their eyes shattered like bursting bubbles.
The group suddenly snapped back to reality, still standing in the vast, empty hall.
Yet their faces were etched with the terror of having narrowly escaped death.
Was this truly the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator?
No...
Even a Nascent Soul expert would have no right to encounter those legendary divine beasts...
Just what was that...
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
【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.)
