"Just wait for him to die! He should have died long ago!" Fang Zhiyi said without even turning her head.
Wang Qianyue hastily turned around, wanting to comfort Jiang Mubai, but the next moment he was scared stiff.
As the tree demon retracted its roots, the seated Jiang Mubai instantly froze. His body gradually withered, and he finally collapsed into the stone coffin, turning directly into dust.
"Still not leaving? The moment he dies, the emperor dies! Once a swarm of imperial guards arrives, we'll all be joining him!"
"I'm coming! Wait for me, Grandmaster!"
Wang Qianyue scurried out after a group of demons.
In the ninety-sixth year of the Great Wilderness New Calendar, the emperor passed away.
Some people saw that on the day the emperor died, a large force of imperial guards rushed into the Imperial Preceptor's hall, but by then the hall had already burst into raging flames.
As for the emperor's death, the common folk were actually pleased. In the first twenty years, this emperor had been diligent and caring toward his people, doing many good deeds. But as time went on, his personality changed drastically—corruption ran rampant across the realm, and the court was rife with factional strife.
There were even rumors that the current emperor was some kind of monster, which was why he had lived so long.
But no one dared to say such things out loud.
At most, inebriated people would curse behind closed doors after a few drinks.
Others believed that the emperor's change in character was linked to the Imperial Preceptor. It was only after the Imperial Preceptor's hall was established that the emperor gradually changed, so the Imperial Preceptor was the one truly bringing ruin to the nation.
This theory made more sense logically, and quite a few people preferred to believe it.
Deep in the mountains, faint firelight flickered from a long-ruined Taoist temple.
"Grandmaster, I won't say anything else—he did do wrong, but at least he's your junior martial nephew. You didn't even save him." Wang Qianyue chattered while grilling skewers. Peach Blossom (the tree demon) silently handed him a piece of meat. Wang Qianyue thanked him while threading the meat onto a wooden skewer. "I also think he was pretty pitiful. Back then, he was deceived too, wasn't he..."
Fang Zhiyi, annoyed by his nagging, said: "Save him? How? He's been dead for decades! He's only being buried now! With that body of his, if it weren't for that demon holding things together, he'd have rotted away long ago!"
Wang Qianyue shrank his neck: "Aren't you an immortal? Immortals always have ways..."
Having spent considerable time with Fang Zhiyi before, he spoke more casually, placing the skewers on a makeshift rack. He turned his head to say more, but suddenly his pupils constricted.
Wait—when did another person show up?
Wang Qianyue rubbed his eyes.
Sure enough, there was one more person.
"Did you hear that? Someone's even feeling sorry for you! What kind of piece of work are you!" Fang Zhiyi raised her hand and smacked him. The young ghost grabbed his head and grimaced: "Senior Martial Uncle, I really do know I was wrong."
After saying that, he turned to Wang Qianyue and cupped his hands: "Thank you for that, um..."
"Wang Qianyue. My master is..." Wang Qianyue said an unwieldy name, his eyes constantly sizing up the young man.
The young man thought for a moment, then his expression brightened: "Oh, right! Liu! That name was too hard to say, so I found it too troublesome and changed it!"
Wang Qianyue's eyes widened in shock: "Imperial Preceptor! No, no—Jiang Mubai, ugh, Grandmaster!"
He never imagined Fang Zhiyi had actually kept Jiang Mubai's ghost!
Jiang Mubai smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "I don't deserve the title of Grandmaster. If I hadn't insisted on a desperate fight back then, your master wouldn't have lost his life..."
Wang Qianyue didn't respond.
"Little Peach Blossom, and the rest of you, go on with your business. I'll come visit you all sometime. Stay far away for a while—these next few years probably won't be peaceful in the world." Fang Zhiyi said.
The demons all turned toward Fang Zhiyi.
"Alright, alright, don't get all sentimental. I'll have plenty of time to see you later. The main thing is, the place I need to go, you can't follow. Your spiritual roots would be ruined if you left here."
Fang Zhiyi spoke a bit more, and only then did the demons reluctantly leave.
Jiang Mubai also felt reluctant. Ever since his senior martial uncle had disappeared, he hadn't seen the demons that used to stay in the temple either.
"Still staring! Get inside, now!" Fang Zhiyi scolded.
Jiang Mubai lowered his head and walked through the door into the room.
Wang Qianyue looked back and forth between him and Fang Zhiyi, then sensibly began packing his things.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him: "What are you doing?"
"Grandmaster, I—well, you know, I've always lived by swindling people. I never really learned any of my master's skills. Now that your business is done, I'll be on my way too..."
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so you're blaming me for using you?"
Wang Qianyue shook his head frantically: "No, no! Not at all!"
Fang Zhiyi gave him a look and found it a little amusing.
"I'm giving you two a chance—do a bit of work for me. It might be somewhat dangerous. Are you in or not?"
Wang Qianyue shook his head like a rattle: "No way. I'd rather die than go."
Fang Zhiyi stared at him.
Wang Qianyue gritted his teeth: "Grandmaster, I don't want anything else. I just want some of the books you wrote... If you have time, could you write me a few more? I..." He glanced at Jiang Mubai. "I don't want my master's lineage to truly end with me."
Fang Zhiyi stared at him for a while, then finally nodded: "Fine."
"Thank you, Grandmaster! And thank you, Senior Grandmaster!" Wang Qianyue was overjoyed. "But Grandmaster, if I study your books, does that mean I'm a generation higher than my master?"
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback: "Should I call him over so you can ask him yourself?"
"Er, never mind. Forget I said that." Wang Qianyue immediately wiped the smile off his face—this grandmaster was too inscrutable. What if she really did summon his master?
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and turned her gaze to Jiang Mubai.
"You don't have a choice, I'm telling you. I originally came to find Zhao Yichen, but he died before I got here."
Jiang Mubai lowered his head.
"So now this job falls to you. Find your senior martial brother and second senior martial brother. As for the method... you'll find out soon enough."
Little Hei suddenly chimed in: "Well, this one's not on me! There was no other option—we had to come to this timeline, or everything would've gone haywire..."
Fang Zhiyi shot it a glare: "I still haven't settled the score with you for stuffing me into the body of someone who just died."
Little Hei grumbled: "Boss, we didn't have a commission this time—we came in directly. There's no fixed anchor point. Finding someone who just died is already lucky!"
"Can't you just forcefully seize one like before?"
"And what about the reputation of the Fast-Travel Bureau?" Little Hei shot back.
"What does the reputation have to do with you?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Little Hei froze, then it suddenly dawned on him: "Right! Your wife's got that covered anyway!"
Fang Zhiyi's face changed, and he quickly glanced around: "Keep your voice down!"
Jiang Mubai stared blankly at his senior martial uncle, not understanding what he was doing.
But he did know that he might now have a chance to save his two senior martial brothers.
He hoped they wouldn't blame him.
Then again, even if they did, he would accept it. As long as there was a chance.
As they were leaving, Wang Qianyue suddenly remembered something: "Grandmaster... I have one more question."
Fang Zhiyi didn't look up: "Yes, it was me."
Wang Qianyue sighed in relief: "I knew it—what kind of deity did I summon that was this terrifying..."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!"
Jiang Mubai looked utterly bewildered.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
