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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
