The soft light in the study was on. Qin Ran sat at the desk, taking out all the cultivation techniques he had bought during the day from his Universe Bag and neatly arranging them on the desk.
He picked up a pen and paper, prepared himself, then took a jade slip and placed it on his forehead. With the unsealing incantation, he opened it and carefully read the cultivation technique within.
These cultivation techniques were bought cheaply and of uneven quality. Or rather, there were useful techniques among them, but it took a discerning eye to find them.
As a poor cultivator, Qin Ran had to have such an eye. He had to sort through these techniques and find the useful ones - just like a trash collector.
Most of these techniques were garbage, too low in quality to be worth the effort.
After discarding the true trash, what was left most were incomplete techniques, or rather, potentially useful incomplete ones.
This incompleteness was not just missing the first or last parts. No, the pages were eaten by bugs, chewed up in tatters. Forget the text, even the sentences were unreadable.
Next were the fakes. Some idle cultivators would carve gibberish on jade slips and pass them off as top-tier techniques to sell to ignorant, low-level cultivators. And so on.
Then there were jade slips without incantations. These were like blind boxes - if you were skilled in arrays and managed to open them, you might find an ancient master's secret manual inside. Of course, more often after all that effort, you'd get a fake.
Finally, there were the weird techniques with extremely high cultivation requirements. Rarely anyone would need these, so they were hard to sell.
In short, he had to pick out treasures from the trash heap.
Ideally, he wanted to find very powerful techniques without follow-up parts. Qin Ran wanted such techniques to give Li Shiyin a solid foundation.
He was already skilled at this task. In small sects, you had to be familiar with finding good techniques.
He moved swiftly, first skimming through each technique, then sorting them into categories based on the above five types.
After organizing them, he evaluated each technique one by one.
Those too incomplete to salvage were decisively discarded.
Confirmed fakes were of course also discarded.
Jade slips without incantations were kept for later attempts to open them when he had time.
Techniques with cultivation requirements too high to be useful were discarded.
There was another type to discard - very good techniques but with completely unattainable follow-up parts. These had to be discarded as well.
After a whole night of writing and sorting, Qin Ran finally finished organizing all the techniques. The useful ones were kept, the useless discarded.
By now the moon hung over the western mountains, its soft light shining down on the forest treetops outside. Qin Ran stretched and a breeze blew in through the window, fluttering the papers on the desk.
Those papers were full of writing, categorizing:
Techniques without follow-ups:
1. Dayan Sword Canon, first two levels, able to reach Core Formation, but missing follow-up parts after Core Formation. Top priority. Contains Dayan Sword Technique, three moves.
2. Green Cloud Sword Art, first five levels, able to reach Infant Transformation, but only foundation techniques without skills or divine abilities. Secondary priority.
Techniques with requirements too high:
1. Underworld Spirit Immortal Art, complete edition, cultivatable to Unity Realm. Requires Underworld Spirit physique. Excellent skills and divine abilities, can try extracting parts later when have time.
2. Control Spirit Beast Magic Book, first half. Cultivation technique for beast masters to control beasts, but requires blood of intended spirit beast. Somewhat niche, keep as backup.
3. Divine Demon Nine Transformations, first seven transformations. Movement technique, requires several dozen top-tier pills like Divine Demon Pill, Bloodthirst Pill, Immortal Connecting Pill etc. Extremely painful to cultivate, but excellent effects, keep for now.
Techniques needing restoration:
1. Refine Spirit Eight Stages, soul technique. Extremely difficult to restore but still a soul technique, keep for now.
2. Spirit Gold Ten Thousand Refining Art, only first two levels and heavily damaged, but resonates very well with Metal spirit root. Try to restore as much as possible.
3. Gale Nine Transformations, moderately damaged, resonates with existing Gale Steps movement technique, can try restoring.
4. Geng Metal Flying Sword Art, Metal attribute skill.
And some other jade slips without incantations.
After stretching, Qin Ran pressed down the fluttering papers and put a book over them. Though this was proper immortal cultivation, his pre-rebirth habits still lingered, so he decided to rest for now and deal with things tomorrow.
He got up, closed the window, stretched again and walked out the door, directly passing through the exercise room and into the corridor outside. Glancing around, he noticed a shadow down the corridor leaning over the railing looking towards the study.
Following the line of sight back to the study, he saw the light was still on instead of automatically turning off when he left.
Looks like something's wrong with the sensing array in the study, he thought. As a diligent all-nighter cultivator, he loved working at night the most.
The study lights saw the most use and were prone to problems. He would have to find time to adjust the sensing array soon.
But first things first, he had to scold that silly disciple. "You're not asleep yet?!" It was almost dawn.
The shadow at the railing watching the study was of course his silly disciple Li Shiyin. During her medicinal bath earlier she had dozed off, only to be woken by the cold, and had hurriedly gotten out. Looking out the window then, it was already midnight.
Just as she was about to go to bed, she noticed the study light was still on.
Master must still be busy, she thought, and came out to lean on the railing watching the study, lost in thought.
So engrossed she didn't notice her master's approach until he spoke up, startling her.
"Master, what are you doing here?!" she cried in shock.
"What are you doing here?" Qin Ran discretely looked Li Shiyin up and down. His disciple was still wearing his clothes, hanging loosely on her body with a different allure, and temptation.
"I was here after my bath!" Flustered like she'd been caught red-handed, Li Shiyin hurriedly explained, "I came out for some fresh air!"
Qin Ran glanced at her. "Seems like today's training wasn't enough..." With that, he entered his room.
"No no, Master! It was enough! More than enough!" Li Shiyin quickly called out, but Qin Ran ignored her and closed his door, leaving her in the corridor.
She pouted resentfully. "Stinky Master!"
Speaking of stinky, she sniffed herself again and frowned at the medicinal smell. What kind of aroma was that for a girl?
...She didn't know what kind of image she presented earlier, motionless as a statue.
But her master had already gone in, so she was too lazy to care and returned to her own room.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
