However, her actions angered Fang Zhiyi, who never expected that the one who seemed most harmless could also strike so viciously.
Hua Nongying was seized by the death-dealing guards and imprisoned in the unused dungeon of You Mountain. There, there was no sound, no people, and no light, a perfect match for a child like Hua Nongying who feared loneliness and suffered from paranoia.
Li Wenyan traveled alone, encountering no great difficulties or dangers, and stealthily made his way back to Tiancheng. Along the journey, he witnessed much and deduced even more.
The weapons held by those rebels were called "guns," terrifying arms that could injure or even kill cultivators, and the source of these weapons was likely the Wanbao Pavilion!
Emperor Tianyan and Prince Xuan were already locked in a fierce struggle. Although Prince Xuan's faction was not large, he stubbornly held on relying on his cultivation.
It was now almost certain that Prince Xuan and the Wanbao Pavilion were in cahoots!
Finally, there was the Li family... The Li family had been imprisoned by Emperor Tianyan. As long as he demonstrated his own talent, he believed he could certainly help the Tian family quell the rebellion, execute Prince Xuan, eradicate the Wanbao Pavilion, and finally rescue his entire family!
Only, he never expected that the moment he entered the city, a beggar by the roadside would hand him a package.
Upon opening it, Li Wenyan stood frozen in place.
Looking at the items the beggar had given him—the second brother's hairpin, the third brother's ring, the fourth and fifth brothers... each of their personal belongings was now in his hands, lying quietly in his palm as if staring back at him.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes: how they met, their roughhousing, their kowtows, their oath of brotherhood, their adventures together, roaming the martial world...
"Big brother, next time I'll buy you a hat?"
"Big brother, this is a new medicine I refined."
"Wenyan, when are we going back home for a visit? Our families must be worried."
"Big brother..."
"What are you doing, standing there dumbfounded?"
Those figures gradually blurred, their smiling faces so vivid. And then, before his eyes appeared the Qingyun Lodge. They had once promised that no matter where they were, they would always meet again at Qingyun Lodge.
An immense wave of grief struck him. Even when his whole family met disaster, Li Wenyan had never felt such heart-wrenching pain. In his sorrow, he felt something deep within his heart snap.
His abnormal state immediately caught the attention of the patrolling city cultivators. With just one glance, someone recognized his identity.
Although Li Wenyan was a strategist, his overall strength was the strongest among them all. Now, upon learning the news of his companions' complete annihilation, his mental state was damaged. The spiritual energy within his body raged uncontrollably, and he cast all reason aside, leaving only a heart full of grievance and fury.
Li Wenyan's rampage threw Tiancheng into complete chaos. Prince Xuan, who had been hiding, thought his army had arrived and gleefully showed himself, only to see a lone madman. However, his appearance quickly drew Emperor Tianyan's pursuit. On this day, all factions within Tiancheng emerged. Emperor Tianyan and Prince Xuan battled fiercely, while various sects and noble families began internal strife amidst the chaos. Li Wenyan had been chasing Prince Xuan relentlessly since spotting him. Then he saw Emperor Tianyan and, in his state, came to hate him as well. But with his current strength... he didn't even have a chance for revenge.
Emperor Tianyan and Prince Xuan almost simultaneously struck out at him. The irrational Li Wenyan didn't dodge but charged straight forward. Sent flying, he coughed up blood from his mouth and nose. At that moment, his senses gradually returned. In his daze, he saw his companions once more.
They smiled at him and waved.
Then, a dazzling light came crashing down upon him.
At that moment, everyone in Tiancheng saw a purple lightning bolt as thick as a bucket strike the imperial palace, once, twice, thrice.
All the sects and families were stunned. Was Emperor Tianyan's cultivation so terrifying? Or was Prince Xuan ascending to immortality?
A day later, Prince Xuan's corpse was hung above the city gate, the entire body charred black. Rumors spread privately that Emperor Tianyan was also severely injured, but no one dared to investigate the truth. The internal strife in Tiancheng ceased, but there was no one left to take charge of the overall situation.
Three days later, Tiancheng was besieged. Hundreds of thousands of commoners, holding those magical instruments called guns, stood in confrontation with the cultivators of Tiancheng.
That afternoon, the mastermind behind the righteous army finally revealed himself. Hoisting a flag representing the common people, he led the charge into Tiancheng, followed by tens of thousands of civilians shouting slogans to avenge Prince Xuan.
"And that is the history of our Xuanzhou," said the teacher in the classroom, closing the textbook.
A student asked, "But the cultivators weren't wiped out, right? We even have elective courses on it now."
"In history, after Lord Fang led the common people to victory in the war, he did not propose a plan to exterminate cultivators. Instead, he proposed a plan for co-governance," the teacher paused and smiled. "That's why we have this school. Whatever skills you have can be matched according to your needs."
"Nothing is absolute, and no ability is inherently bad. The key lies in how the user employs it."
The students buried their heads in their notebooks, taking notes.
A few whispered among themselves.
"Honestly, I kind of resent this Lord Fang."
"Why?"
"If he had been a bit more ruthless back then and wiped out all the cultivators, I wouldn't have to write such long papers now! Or learn about cultivation method research and analysis reports!"
"Brave soul, you actually dared to choose a cultivator course."
"You think I wanted to? All the others were full!"
"Look on the bright side. Once you become a cultivator, you can report directly to government departments for work."
"Ah, forget it. Being a cultivator is pretty high-risk, and the income is just average."
One student turned and saw the girl next to him staring blankly at a book in her hands. "What are you looking at?"
The girl snapped back to reality, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm reading an unofficial history."
"What unofficial history?"
"About the Nine Youths of Qingyun."
"What's that?"
"They were nine young wandering heroes who appeared during Emperor Tianyan's reign. They came from all directions, each with different personalities, and just... met, gathered together, roamed the martial world, fought for justice..."
"Sounds interesting. What happened then?"
"Then they died, and died, and died, and died."
"???"
"The unofficial history says two of them didn't die. The archer lost his sight, and the sword prodigy could never wield a sword again. They finally made it back to the place they had promised to meet, only to find the Qingyun Lodge, which held all their happy memories, burned to the ground. Wuwuwu..."
"Who was that cruel? Out of nine, only two came back? And both crippled?"
The girl flipped through the book. "It was that Lord Fang, the one whose full name isn't known."
The boy instantly looked disdainful. "Unofficial histories really are wild. You should read fewer novels."
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."
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
