Not only because of the spiritual energy Shen Xiaoxiao unleashed, but also because this might be the first disciple duel in the entire Xuantian Sect—no, the entire continent—to be decided by slapping!
They had initially kept watching, thinking Shen Wanwan was too weak. But then, the disciples of Qingxu Peak completely defied expectations. Gone were the days of being chased around during sparring sessions—now they could defend, dodge, and even attack with pinpoint accuracy.
Especially their senior brother, Jiang Leng. He actually managed to fight Ren Xuan, the sect leader’s second disciple, to a standstill! Even in defeat, it was a close match, far from the humiliating, one-sided revenge they had hoped to witness.
"Master..." Jiang Leng stood before Fang Zhiyi, his expression somewhat dejected.
"You fought well," Fang Zhiyi patted his shoulder. These disciples had already exceeded his expectations. With the resources poured into them, his guidance, and the observational and combat skills honed through countless sparring sessions, they had come much further than anyone could have imagined for such "untalented" disciples.
Meanwhile, on the viewing platform, the sect leader, Miaoyuan, had the same realization. He glanced in Fang Zhiyi’s direction. No way… Did that madman actually use all those rare treasures on those worthless scraps? Otherwise, there’s no way they could’ve improved so quickly!
The mere thought of what Fang Zhiyi had done made his heart bleed. So what if you’ve reached the Divine Transformation stage? If you’d used those treasures yourself, we wouldn’t have complained—we might’ve even benefited from your rise. But to waste them on these hopeless disciples? What a disgrace!
With the sect competition concluded, Fang Zhiyi met with leaders from other sects. Each one came to exchange pleasantries, no different from ordinary people—power attracted sycophants.
Before the sect leader could figure out how to broach the subject with Fang Zhiyi, news arrived.
Elder Zhong came rushing over, barely containing his glee.
"What? The entire Qingxu Peak is leaving for a training expedition? All of them?"
Elder Zhong could hardly suppress his joy. "Yes! And from the looks of it, they’ll be gone for a long time."
When Fang Zhiyi led his disciples to the sect gates, a massive crowd gathered behind them. The sect leader even put on a reluctant farewell act, while Elder Zhong feigned concern.
"Master, the sect leader looks like he’s trying not to laugh."
"Not just trying—he is trying not to laugh."
"And Elder Zhong keeps pinching his own leg."
"I noticed. That’s why I stood there a little longer."
A burst of laughter erupted from behind them. The group turned around.
"Master… do people really hate us that much?" Shen Xiaoxiao asked.
"I quite enjoy the sight of them despising me but being utterly powerless to do anything about it."
Their first stop was Shen Xiaoxiao’s family home. The Shen household was overjoyed to receive cultivators—until Fang Zhiyi announced he was there to seek justice for his youngest disciple.
By that evening, word had spread through Chang’an: the Shen family’s concubine had divorced the family head, mediated by a mighty expert from the Xuantian Sect.
By the next retelling, it became: A mighty expert from the Xuantian Sect forced the Shen family head to divorce his concubine.
By the time Shen Xiaoxiao had settled her mother and the group set off again, the rumor had evolved further:
"Did you hear? A demonic cultivator came to Chang’an, took a fancy to some concubine in the Shen family, and forced the divorce!"
"Ugh, just laugh if you want to," Fang Zhiyi grumbled.
His disciples burst into laughter, while Shen Xiaoxiao looked apologetic. "Master, I’m sorry..."
Ah, the thoughtfulness of girls, Fang Zhiyi mused. "It’s fine. Playing the villain for once won’t hurt."
Jiang Leng and the others didn’t understand how their master had such incredible luck. Everywhere they went, he seemed to stumble upon opportunities, and they reaped the benefits, their cultivation advancing steadily.
But their good fortune meant someone else’s misfortune.
Ling Feng, fleeing from pursuers, stumbled into a cave and fell straight into a hidden realm.
His initial elation vanished when he realized the place had been picked clean—even the spiritual trees had been chopped down. Empty-handed, he left, though at least his pursuers were gone.
The pattern repeated: he’d wander into a sacred ground, only to be beaten and thrown out. He’d discover a rare beast, only for its parents to return and nearly kill him.
Ling Feng couldn’t decide if he was lucky or cursed.
Meanwhile, Shen Wanwan, upon receiving a letter from home, nearly ground her teeth to dust. In the Xuantian Sect, she had become a laughingstock.
"Look, that’s the one who got knocked out by slaps during the competition!"
"The slap victim."
People stared at her—some curious, some pitying. Even new disciples knew the story. For a cultivator to be beaten unconscious by repeated slaps was beyond absurd. Hatred festered in Shen Wanwan’s heart.
Even her own senior brothers avoided her now.
Her master, after being extorted by Master Qingxu a few times, had grown distant. Her monthly allowance had shrunk to the lowest among her peers.
Elder Zhong, ever the opportunist, followed the sect leader’s lead and treated her coldly.
Every moment was agony for Shen Wanwan.
Then came the letter from home, blaming her for failing in her cultivation and allowing Shen Xiaoxiao to return in triumph. Her father had fallen ill from the humiliation.
Seething with resentment, Shen Wanwan wandered aimlessly—until something answered the darkness in her heart.
When the patrol shift changed, she slipped into the Enforcement Hall and found a forbidden artifact.
As her hand touched it, a cruel smile spread across her face.
You all look down on me? You all laugh at me? Then you’ll pay the price!
The remnant soul within the artifact sensed her bitterness and writhed in delight.
Shen Wanwan vanished.
Apart from Ren Xuan, no one searched seriously. She had never trained hard, and her relationships were strained—maybe she’d just slunk away in shame.
Only Ren Xuan sighed in regret.
Then, one night, under a pale moon, screams tore through the Xuantian Sect.
Elders rushed out, the air thick with blood and demonic energy.
"Demonic cultivator attack!"
"That person… she looks familiar—isn’t that the one who got slapped?"
Shen Wanwan’s blood-red eyes locked onto the speaker. With a flick of her hand, the disciple exploded into gore.
"Traitor! What have you done?!" The sect leader and elders arrived in fury.
"What have I done? You should ask what I’m going to do. I’ll slaughter every last one of you who mocked me!"
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)
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
