Yan Dongxu could feel how devastating the battle was years ago from Zhao Qingqing’s simple description.
But it was unbelievable that he had never heard about such a big incident from news reports.
He understood some things would never appear in the public eye.
This world was darker than he imagined.
“What happened next?” Yan Dongxu asked.
“Later, Black Gauze’s people went to confront White Moon’s people.”
“With loved ones dying for no reason, everyone blamed White Moon’s people.”
“The two sides started fighting and many more people died on both sides.”
“Since then, White Moon and Black Gauze broke up and refused to interact.”
Zhao Qingqing said gloomily.
After hearing the whole story, Yan Dongxu only had one thought - White Moon and Black Gauze had been plotted against.
Everything seemed premeditated. White Moon and Black Gauze simply fell into the trap.
“Did you find out later who released the mission?”
“Who exactly was the target back then?”
Yan Dongxu wanted to know more.
Zhao Qingqing said lightly: “We found out. The person who released the mission was Wang Deyao, former secretary general of the Superhuman Alliance.”
“He committed suicide the second day after Black Gauze’s accident.”
“There were no clues about why he released the assassination order.”
“The Alliance didn't order Wang Deyao to do it either.”
“I only learned so much after coming home and talking to my grandfather.”
“Previously, all I knew was that my family were assassins. I didn't know anything else.”
Yan Dongxu believed Zhao Qingqing's words.
He still remembered Zhao Qingqing's expression when she first saw Du Sen use his superpowers.
She was just as shocked as him.
A complete newbie.
“Who was the target back then?” Yan Dongxu asked again.
“It was Death Coffin’s Qi Liao! A very special person.”
“Special? How so?” Yan Dongxu was very curious.
“Qi Liao was over forty years old. He used to be a tomb raider.”
“When he was young, he was caught for raiding tombs and spent many years in prison.”
“Based on our intel, after he got out of prison, Death Coffin’s people took him away.”
“He was neither one of the Ten Generals nor one of the Three Coffin Masters. But his status was very special. Even the Coffin Masters had to give him face and listen to him sometimes.”
Yan Dongxu was very surprised and immediately became very interested in Qi Liao.
It seemed Black Gauze had done a lot of investigation because of what happened five years ago.
But the incident five years ago being linked to Death Coffin made things tricky.
“I came this time on orders from my grandfather.”
Zhao Qingqing said, lowering her head with a blush on her face.
“Oh?”
Yan Dongxu was very surprised but didn’t understand why Zhao Qingqing had a shy little bride's expression.
“Oh what oh! The food is ready, come help me serve the dishes!”
Seeing that Yan Dongxu was clueless, Zhao Qingqing got mad out of nowhere and simply stopped talking about it.
Women could be so strange sometimes, getting inexplicably angry and leaving men confused.
He obediently went to help serve the dishes. A table full of seafood and red wine, quite luxurious.
Zhao Qingqing lit some candles and put them on the table, then turned off the lights.
Yan Dongxu laughed, “You're quite romantic. This is my first candlelight dinner with a beauty.”
“Really?” Zhao Qingqing raised her eyebrows as she poured him some red wine.
“Of course, the last candlelight dinner I had was with my late grandma. We still lived in a shack then. During a rainstorm, the power went out and the house was pitch black...”
Yan Dongxu wanted to continue but Zhao Qingqing quickly covered his mouth.
“I don't want to hear about your childhood candlelight dinner with your grandma!!!”
Zhao Qingqing cursed silently, this clueless straight man was ruining the mood!
They clinked glasses and enjoyed the carefully prepared meal in the candlelight.
“What's the special occasion today? Isn't this too extravagant?”
Yan Dongxu asked. He felt uneasy eating this meal.
“Nothing much. Just celebrating moving in on the first day. Letting you taste my cooking.”
Zhao Qingqing put food on his plate.
Today there was no pig intestines or lamb whips. This was the most proper meal he had eaten with Zhao Qingqing.
“What are your plans after quitting the police?”
Yan Dongxu made small talk and immediately regretted it.
Zhao Qingqing's family was definitely not short on money. She could squander freely until old age.
“Plans? Of course it’s to be your assistant from now on. You’re a celebrity now, getting richer by the day. I’ll just hang out with you from now on.”
Yan Dongxu didn’t believe Zhao Qingqing’s nonsense. She didn't come with Uncle De to be his assistant.
She must be on some kind of mission.
He guessed it was likely related to Death Coffin.
Now he was a thorn in Death Coffin’s side.
Death Coffin's people probably wouldn't let him off easily. And Black Gauze had always wanted revenge. Could it be they wanted to use him to uncover Death Coffin’s headquarters?
“Didn’t Xu Lu say she was coming? How come there’s no sign of her?” Zhao Qingqing asked.
“I don't know either. Should I call and ask her?”
“No, we've started eating already. It wouldn't be good to call someone now.”
Zhao Qingqing had been busy and forgot. She gestured for Yan Dongxu not to call.
As they were eating, Yan Dongxu's expression froze.
Using his superpowers, he saw several dark figures moving quickly toward his residence.
Judging by their movement, they were definitely not ordinary people.
“What’s wrong? Eat up! Is my cooking no good?” Zhao Qingqing asked.
“No...nothing...it’s very delicious.” Yan Dongxu came to his senses and answered.
As he ate, he continued observing the dark figures with his abilities.
The figures drew closer and closer, and his heart jumped.
It seemed they were really coming for him.
These people were very likely from Death Coffin.
Just as he was about to attack them with his abilities, Uncle De suddenly appeared, smashing through one figure's chest with a palm strike, neatly placing the body in some bushes.
Yan Dongxu was frightened. Uncle De was like a ghost, appearing instantly.
He was completely caught off guard.
Only now did he understand why Uncle De was called the Night Ghost.
This old man ruled the night. In the dark he was the master.
“Huh? Why do you look so weird? It’s just dinner, why do you look so horrified? Did I startle you?” Zhao Qingqing frowned, sensing something off about him.
“No...not at all...I'm going to the restroom.”
Yan Dongxu silently cursed himself for not keeping a poker face, making Zhao Qingqing misunderstand.
He rushed into the restroom and locked the door.
Then he calmly observed the situation outside with his spatial abilities.
He saw Uncle De, as if the enemies had trackers on them, instantly rush at the second dark figure.
As expected, the second one had his neck twisted and died instantly.
Before his death, the man had pale blue light coalescing in his hand. He was likely a superhuman.
Unfortunately his reactions were too slow, and he didn't even know who killed him.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
