A swarm of demons surged through the entrance, their auras thick with killing intent. Behind them, a burly figure slowly emerged, clutching a barely alive minor demon in its grasp.
"Who are you?" roared the Pressure Dragon Taoist, furious. There shouldn't have been any demon in the vicinity capable of challenging him. How dare this creature attack his very doorstep? This was truly an insult!
"Me? I am Fang Zhiyi, the Great King of the Sunward Cave." The black bear demon answered in a low, rumbling voice.
"Hey, I always feel our Great King is a bit... inconsiderate."
"How so?"
"The name he chose for himself sounds so cultured."
"If you're so capable, pick one for yourself."
"...Better not."
The minor demons of Sunward Cave whispered among themselves.
Fang Zhiyi stared intently at the old fox, as if looking at a familiar face. "I heard you were looking for me? Can't you let it go?"
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was taken aback. He was already surprised by the mention of Sunward Cave—this fellow had come to him? But from the sound of it, he was the one in the wrong? What did he mean 'let it go'? He had considered causing trouble, yes, but it was just a thought! He hadn't acted on it yet!
"You... you dare invade my mountain gate without cause and kill my underlings!" The Pressure Dragon Taoist finally blurted out this line after a long pause.
Fang Zhiyi gave him a cold glance. "Enough nonsense. Since when do demons need a reason to seize territory?"
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was speechless. The black bear had a point!
However, the other gave him no further chance to speak. The black bear demon was almost instantly before him, its overwhelming aura stunning the Pressure Dragon Taoist. This pressure... it was nothing like a demon with merely three hundred years of cultivation!
The Pressure Dragon Taoist raised his smoking pipe. The next moment, it was wrenched from his hand. With a gentle squeeze from Fang Zhiyi, the companion of centuries shattered into pieces.
"You! You destroyed my magical treasure!"
"Want to live long? Quit smoking." Fang Zhiyi looked at him.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist didn't understand what 'quit smoking' meant, but he was enraged.
He directly summoned his magical treasure, the Immortal-Binding Rope, chanting incantations, attempting to bind Fang Zhiyi. This treasure was actually a damaged item. He had once secretly visited a demon cave that had been swept clean by Sun Wukong and found this broken rope. Adopting a frugal mindset for prosperity, he had picked it up and managed to patch it up somewhat.
Yet, when this imitation Golden-Hooped Rope reached Fang Zhiyi, it was like a fragile straw cord, easily snapped in two with a light tug.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist stared wide-eyed in shock. Before he could react, Fang Zhiyi's bear paw came swiping down hard. The Pressure Dragon Taoist hastily used magic to dodge, but Fang Zhiyi was faster, pressing him step by step.
He then pulled out a dagger from his robes and stabbed at Fang Zhiyi, who sidestepped to avoid it. Fang Zhiyi was also somewhat surprised; this old fellow seemed to have quite a few magical treasures, though they all looked like junk. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed the Pressure Dragon Taoist's wrist, flung him with force, and the Taoist flew away like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily to the ground far off.
The weasel demons were also facing siege from the numerous demons. Although they had some skill, being outnumbered left them flustered and overwhelmed.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with terror. He knew he had met his match today; he was no match for this black bear demon. Muttering incantations, his true form gradually manifested. It seemed like a desperate last stand, but in reality, he intended to use the chance to flee.
Just as he looked up, the black bear demon was gone.
A loud shout came from above.
"Angry Crow Takes Flight!"
Having experienced so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had only ever shouted move names here. For some reason, it always felt a bit satisfying to yell them out.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was stunned. Why was his heart filled with such dread? The name of this move... sounded strangely familiar?
He had no time to dodge.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist died without understanding the true cause of his death. Seeing their master dead, his disciples began to flee in panic. However, they did not escape, being captured and killed one by one by the demons of Sunward Cave.
Fang Zhiyi looked at his subordinates, who had already undergone some transformation, his expression complex.
There was no choice. To survive in this world, they had to learn this lesson.
"You there, Aqi, this cave is yours from now on." Fang Zhiyi casually pointed at a demon. The named demon was first stunned, then overjoyed, but quickly calmed down. "Great King, are you driving me away?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No. You will be responsible for this place. It will be our branch from now on."
Outside, rumors about Sunward Cave gradually spread like wildfire.
Sunward Cave became utterly synonymous with heinous evil. Any humans or demons living nearby had heard the name. However, their understanding of these demons came solely from hearsay. As for what truly brutal deeds these demons had committed, they weren't very clear. It was enough that they were demons.
Fang Zhiyi's strategy was simple: negotiate first. Those willing to submit were offered excellent treatment, including reading and literacy lessons. On this point, Fang Zhiyi had long instructed his demons to "invite" learned scholars from the mountains to teach. If they refused, they would be persuaded with money.
Demons had plenty of gold, silver, and treasures, but what humans saw as money was useless in their eyes.
Thus, these "useless things" became the best stepping stones. There were always those who valued money over life, willing to take the risk.
They only fought if negotiations failed, but once they started, it was for real. Fang Zhiyi's demand was simple: no prisoners.
Of course, it wasn't smooth at first. But after Fang Zhiyi led his followers to wipe out several man-eating demon caves, subsequent "negotiations" became much easier. Those who had initially resisted became remarkably amiable. For demons, strength was far simpler and more effective than reasoning.
Fang Zhiyi's image was also spread far and wide. Rumors said he was a ferocious bear demon dozens of zhang tall, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks with a single palm. Because of these rumors, some smaller factions even came to pledge allegiance before Fang Zhiyi sought them out.
Naturally, Fang Zhiyi couldn't trust these demons. So, he stationed his own followers in each cave, having them act as the "Great King" in his stead.
As his followers were assigned one by one, the number of demons by his side dwindled.
Until finally, only one wolf demon remained: Big Yellow.
Big Yellow had long shed his former innocence. His eyes were now perpetually alert and calm. He had followed Fang Zhiyi to many places, constantly improving through life-and-death battles with other demons. This was largely thanks to his Great King, who would often find time to instruct them on how to fight even while beating up the opposing king himself.
At this moment, looking at the figure before him, he felt an indescribable sensation, as if the Great King was drifting far away, even though he was right there in front of him.
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?"
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
