Fang Zhiyi received no news. Little Hei remained a round ball, seemingly still affected by that heavenly lightning strike. Fang Zhiyi didn’t disturb it.
However, while heading to the martial arts school to teach his students, Fang Zhiyi noticed an old man standing at the entrance.
"Looking for someone? Or here to apply for a job?" Fang Zhiyi didn’t dare underestimate elderly figures—in this world of martial arts, age didn’t equate to weakness.
The old man didn’t speak, only turning to stare fixedly at him.
A strange, indescribable sensation instantly flooded Fang Zhiyi’s entire being.
"An enemy? An assassin?" Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Just as he prepared to act, the old man abruptly turned and walked away, his steps resolute.
Fang Zhiyi stood frozen for a moment. Old Lan happened to emerge with a few students and, seeing his expression, asked, "Headmaster? What’s wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them, then pointed behind him. "That old man just now—huh?" In the brief moment he turned his head, the old man had vanished.
Old Lan looked around. "What old man?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Never mind. By the way, tighten security around the school."
Old Lan, maintaining his old habit from his days as a gatekeeper, didn’t ask why—he simply nodded in acknowledgment.
Meanwhile, Lin Muran, relying on his memories, sought out the sects he had controlled in his past life. But none of them acknowledged him. Enraged, he chose to slaughter his way through, venting his resentment.
Through sheer brutality, Lin Muran managed to seize control of a few sects. He had already learned of Fang Zhiyi’s activities and realized his own mistake—this Fang Zhiyi was likely a transmigrator like himself!
The thought only fueled his fury.
Why was Fang Zhiyi allowed to run businesses and schools while he had suffered so much?
Blinded by hatred, Lin Muran couldn’t wait another moment. He gathered his lackeys and marched toward Yang City.
At the same time, Laughing Maitreya’s spies relayed the news to Fang Zhiyi.
"Let him come." Fang Zhiyi’s restaurant was opening today, and he was swamped with work.
Yang City, being the headquarters of Shunfeng Express and home to the martial arts school, had expanded significantly. The streets were far more bustling than before.
Standing outside the city gates with his ragtag followers, Lin Muran took in the sight of the prosperous city, his hatred undisguised.
"Fang Zhiyi! Come out and die!" He was utterly confident. Fang Zhiyi was merely a former left envoy of the demonic sect—after transmigrating, he had probably spent his time dabbling in business. But Lin Muran had endured torment for so long! Now, armed with peerless martial prowess, Fang Zhiyi stood no chance against him.
His voice, infused with inner energy, carried far and wide.
Lin Muran had no patience for a slow search. Along the way, he had come to a realization—since fate had dealt him such a cruel hand, he might as well embrace villainy. The more wicked, the better!
Soon, clamor arose at the city gates.
Lin Muran sneered at the swarming crowd.
When martial arts masters appeared atop the city walls, he felt a hint of pressure.
Then came the sound of hoofbeats behind him.
Lin Muran turned to see a cloud of dust in the distance. As the riders drew closer, their banners became visible.
"Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion." "Hidden Sword Sect." "Five Immortals Sect." "Moonlit Tower."
The elite factions of the martial world had all mobilized!
"Calling for reinforcements?" Lin Muran was first stunned, then his expression twisted into madness.
"Let’s see what else you’ve got!" Without hesitation, he charged toward them, while the crowd at the gates surged forward as well.
Watching the chaos below, Fang Zhiyi finally made his appearance.
Lin Muran, having just knocked back two masters with a single palm strike, seemed to sense something. He looked up, locking eyes with Fang Zhiyi across the distance. Seeing the undisguised disdain and contempt on Fang Zhiyi’s face, Lin Muran went berserk, hacking his way toward the gates.
"See that? What’s the use of martial prowess?" Fang Zhiyi remarked. "A top-tier expert can fight a hundred men, but what about more than a hundred? Blades dull, swords chip, inner energy depletes. The martial world… heh."
The graduates behind him nodded in agreement.
"Why are these people helping us?" Fang Zhiyi quizzed.
Jiang Rou, now dressed more maturely, answered promptly, "Because they all rely on us—Shunfeng delivers their goods, sells their wares, sends their children to our school for training. Some factions even recruit our graduates. Many of them hold shares in Shunfeng." Her eyes brimmed with confidence. "Also, they’ve already signed profit-sharing agreements for the new restaurant."
"The martial world isn’t just about fighting and killing. It’s about human connections, mutual interests. Battles are fought for profit, and profit can be as sharp as any blade." Fang Zhiyi sighed softly. "Consider this your final lesson." The students bowed in respect.
As his words faded, Lin Muran collapsed beneath the city gates. Gritting his teeth, he glared up at Fang Zhiyi, who looked down at him in turn.
This stallion had finally reached his end.
Fang Zhiyi lifted his head. No thunder struck.
With the chaos over, the sects that had submitted to Lin Muran’s tyranny surrendered. Uncharacteristically, Fang Zhiyi didn’t extort them—he simply let them leave. Meanwhile, he arranged for the factions who had aided him to be properly hosted.
He felt exhausted.
As he walked alone toward the outskirts, intending to visit the old campus of Youzhou Martial School, the strange old man reappeared.
But he looked far more aged than before, his face deeply wrinkled. His expression remained blank as he stared fixedly at Fang Zhiyi. That hollow gaze inexplicably unsettled Fang Zhiyi.
Truth be told, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had long forgotten what fear felt like. The memories of those worlds were etched vividly in his mind—every person he had ever met still whispering in his thoughts, leaving his emotions numb and distant.
Yet this old man before him evoked a long-lost sense of unease.
"Which sect’s master are you?" Fang Zhiyi halted and demanded.
The old man didn’t speak.
Fang Zhiyi scrutinized him closely. Something was off—terribly off.
This old man seemed… lifeless.
Testing the waters, Fang Zhiyi took a step back. The old man didn’t move. Fang Zhiyi turned and bolted. The old man simply stood there, watching him flee with that same hollow stare.
It was a holiday. Aside from He Wugui on duty, everyone else had gone into the city. Seeing Fang Zhiyi arrive, He Wugui grinned, tossed him the gatekeeping duties, and slipped away. He hadn’t seen Mei Ruoxue in ages—last time, he had wanted to adopt her as his granddaughter, but Fang Zhiyi had sternly refused. Not for any particular reason—Fang Zhiyi simply suspected He Wugui was trying to pull rank on him.
Walking through the empty martial arts school, Fang Zhiyi couldn’t help but recall his first day here.
His thoughts drifted far back—to the loyal eunuch who had served him when he was emperor, the carefree monarch who had delegated everything to him, his Daoist companion from the cultivation world…
Until, before the preserved bamboo grove, that familiar figure appeared once more.
The wrinkled old man stood there, staring straight at Fang Zhiyi.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
