The Eight-tailed Fox bared its jagged fangs, its pupils blood red: “What kind of bullshit Bodhisattva are you! You’re just here to take sides!”
The Carp Spirit beside it said nothing but nodded in agreement.
Guanyin’s expression turned completely cold. She raised her jade vase slightly, then slammed it down.
The once formidable Eight-tailed Fox was immediately pressed down as if crushed by an invisible mountain, unable to move an inch. Not just it—all the demons around also collapsed onto the ground, spitting blood.
Sun Wukong tried to move, but chains suddenly flew over and bound him tightly. Over a dozen arhats struck simultaneously to restrain him.
One arhat suddenly burst into laughter: “A bunch of petty demons dare to come here seeking death! Lingjizi, you killed my mount earlier. How about I give you a riddle? One that even Jingfan once answered.”
The arhat pointed playfully at Sun Wukong, then at the demons: “Suppress this monkey, and you save those demons. Or flip it—save the monkey, and those demons die. What’s your choice?”
Lingjizi paused for a moment. This riddle had indeed been asked of Jingfan before.
Kill one to save a hundred—what would Jingfan decide?
Jingfan had smiled and said, if killing one could save a hundred, then let that one be him.
Guanyin watched Lingjizi with an unreadable expression. She too was curious how this fierce beast incarnate would answer.
“In the past, I truly wouldn’t have known what to choose. But someone once told me a story.” Lingjizi smiled. “He said to his disciple: if you and your Elder Brother Monkey were both captured, and someone told you to pick only one—what would you choose?”
The Carp Spirit, blood at the corner of its mouth, widened its eyes. It had some recollection of this.
“That disciple was quite dull. He hesitated for a long time and couldn’t decide.”
“Then the master hit him on the head and said: of course you don’t choose! If someone poses a question like that to you, the only thing you need to do is take out the person who made the problem!”
Lingjizi pressed his palms together. Behind him, his dharma manifestation glared with furious eyes, staring straight at the gods and Buddhas before him.
“Today, as long as I’m here, you won’t harm a single one of them.”
“Well said, you ghost monk!” Sun Wukong laughed heartily, his body suddenly surging with power—he tore free from the chains binding him, slammed his Golden Cudgel onto the ground, and declared, “Old Sun doesn’t like monks, but you’re the exception!”
Guanyin lowered her brows: “So you’ve made up your mind to fall into depravity?”
“Depravity? You sure like to slap labels on people.” Lingjizi’s dharma manifestation suddenly moved, throwing a punch straight at the arhat who had asked the question.
The arhat hadn’t expected him to actually dare strike. Caught off guard, he took the hit straight to the face. But protected by his Buddha light, he quickly got back up: “You little brat! You’re asking for—”
Before he could finish his threat, the manifestation’s other hand swung around and slapped him hard across the face.
Lingjizi froze for a moment, then broke into a wide grin: “So that’s how it feels! Slapping someone truly hits different! All that pent-up frustration just melts away!”
The arhat was furious: “Attack!”
Sun Wukong immediately launched himself into the air, his Golden Cudgel crashing down on the nearest arhat.
Another arhat standing at Guanyin’s side snapped his fingers, sending a beam of golden light streaking toward the suppressed demons.
“You bald bastards! What do you think you’re doing?” With a thunderous cry, a fiery red figure shot forward faster than the eye could follow, colliding directly with the golden beam. A flick of the spear, and the light scattered into nothing.
“Nezha, slow down!” Yang Jian followed close behind.
“Hey, hey—wait up, you two.” Lord Lao trailed leisurely behind, with a large group of celestial officials from Heaven.
The arhats were stunned.
Sun Wukong halted his movements: “What are these people doing here?”
Guanyin frowned: “This is a matter for Mount Lingshan. Why is Heaven here?”
“You lot started throwing punches, so why bother asking what we’re doing?” Nezha yelled.
Lord Lao held him back, smiling wryly: “Embarrassing to say, but two of my pages slipped down to the mortal world without permission. I’m here to fetch them...”
A voice emerged from among the demons pinned by the jade vase: “Lord Lao!”
“Wretches! Get back home this instant!” Lord Lao glared in anger at his pages, flicking his whisk. Guanyin’s face went sour—a visible crack now ran through her jade vase!
The pressure on Golden Horn and Silver Horn vanished instantly, and they scrambled to their feet: “Coming! Coming right now!”
“And my ox... where’s my ox?”
“Lord Lao, over here!” Another ox demon struggled onto its knees, then rose.
As the crowd of celestial officials poured in, a ruckus erupted among the demons, loud as a marketplace.
“Star Lord! Star Lord! I’m here!”
“Immortal Venerable! Your disciple is here!”
The scene became complete chaos. Only then did the Eight-tailed Fox and Sha Wujing realize that most of the reinforcements they had summoned were actually connected to these celestial officials.
What in the world?
Guanyin watched the reunion scene over there and found herself at a loss for words.
Fine. Fine. So that’s how you play it, is it?
Lord Lao even found time to shoot Guanyin a smile: “Do continue, do continue.”
But anyone with half a brain could see that no one would dare raise a hand now.
If the arhats moved to interfere in mortal affairs, the celestial faction would never allow it. Not with war-hungry types like Yang Jian at the head, practically drooling with anticipation. The Western paradise and Heaven had long-standing friction, and Guanyin was the one keeping relations afloat. If things turned hostile today...
“Lingjizi, if only you…” After a moment’s deliberation, Guanyin set aside any notion of brute force and shifted tactics to persuasion. But Lingjizi abruptly looked up at the sky.
Not just him—every immortal present raised their heads.
The already overcast sky suddenly rolled with thunder. A jagged rift tore open, and a presence of overwhelming pressure began forcing its way through.
“Bloody hell—didn’t you say it couldn’t get in?” Fang Zhiyi gasped.
“How was I supposed to know!” Little Hei trembled as well. “This thing must have gone mad! Every system it threw in here has been destroyed—it’s desperate now!”
But clearly, the rift wasn’t big enough to admit that entity. The laws of heaven and earth were also doing their utmost to block this intruder’s entry.
Fang Zhiyi had known before that this thing was powerful, but he hadn’t imagined it capable of this. Even as the cosmic rules constricted around it, the being kept stretching its body. Its black arm suddenly split into several thin shadows that lashed at Little Hei and Fang Zhiyi.
“Shit!” Fang Zhiyi tried to dodge—then remembered he was nothing but a wandering ghost now.
He closed his eyes.
But the pain he expected never came.
“Amitabha... You resolved my confusion, so it’s only right that I offer you a stroke of fortune. Call it karma.”
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes. Before him stood Lingjizi’s dharma manifestation—the wrathful vajra-like figure pinning the creature’s tentacles back with both hands.
“Hahaha! Interesting! You really are something, kid—did you steal someone’s wife or what?” Sun Wukong laughed, twirling his Golden Cudgel and pulling out a tuft of hair. In an instant, dozens of Sun Wukongs appeared, each grabbing hold of one of the tentacles.
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?!
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!
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
