"I have never seen my master make a move, nor has she ever mentioned her realm of cultivation. Therefore, I am not certain of her cultivation base. As her disciple, I shouldn't speculate about my master either."
"Could she... possibly be a Martial God?"
Li Lingyue possessed the Incense Holy Body and Heaven-tier root bones.
Although her aptitude was unparalleled, going from a mere mortal to a Martial Saint in just forty years definitely required her master's excellent guidance and overall control.
Such an elder was certainly not simple.
"Not counting your master, are there any Martial Gods within the Five Regions?"
"Probably not. If I really had to say, there might be 'half' of one?"
"What do you mean by 'half'?"
Li Lingyue kept you in suspense, saying that you would find out once you obtained the Imperial Mausoleum Underworld Soil.
As for beyond the Five Regions, Li Lingyue was certain that Martial Gods existed.
Her knowledge was no longer what it used to be; she knew of the existence of the Star Region Shen family and the Three Great Holy Lands.
The Shen family and the Holy Lands definitely had Martial Gods hidden away.
As for the number of Martial Kings, just within the Five Regions alone, there were at least ten times as many as Martial Saints.
The exact number was difficult to calculate.
Because any sect or family of a decent scale would have a Martial King overseeing it. Otherwise, once they grew larger and stronger, they would easily be swallowed up by more powerful factions.
Some time later, in the sky above the capital city.
Li Lingyue held your hand as you both stood in the air. She gently released her Martial Saint level coercion.
In an instant, several streaks of rainbow light flew over at extreme speeds from inside and outside the imperial city.
One of them was Li Liushui, whom you had met before.
"So it is the Southern Border Empress visiting. Forgive us for not going out to welcome you."
Li Liushui stood on a flying sword. Like the Sword Master, he was a sword cultivator martial artist.
Li Lingyue gave Li Liushui a slight nod, then turned to look at an old man beside him and cupped her fists in greeting.
"Third Master, it has been many years. How is your health?"
The old man addressed as Third Master sighed softly and waved his hand, saying,
"Lingyue, since you are here, why not listen to Third Master's advice? I know you harbor resentment because the imperial court sent you away for a political marriage back then. In the past, the imperial family was blind and failed to see that you possessed a sealed holy body. The fault lies with us. Your Southern Border army has already conquered three provinces. I will use my old face to ask the imperial court to gift these three provinces to you. The two sides will shake hands and make peace from now on, and no more wars will be waged. What do you think? We are all one family, why cause such suffering to the people?"
The other two Li family Martial Saints present also spoke up to persuade her towards peace.
Currently, the Central Plains and the Southern Border had only temporarily ceased hostilities; they had not completely stopped the war.
Li Lingyue said, "I came to the capital this time not for political matters, but to borrow an item from the imperial family."
Third Master raised his hand, "Whatever you need, feel free to ask."
"A handful of Imperial Mausoleum Underworld Soil!"
Third Master showed a troubled expression.
"The imperial family has its own laws. The Imperial Mausoleum Underworld Soil is extremely precious and cannot be lent out casually. I, Third Master, cannot make this decision."
"Can the Emperor not make the decision either?"
"If Longzhi is willing to lend it, then of course it is fine. This is a resource that belongs exclusively to each generation's emperor."
You took a step forward and smiled, "Then there's no problem. I'll have to trouble you, senior, to do me a favor and allow me to meet the Emperor."
In the eyes of these Li family Martial Saints, although you stood beside Li Lingyue, you were practically invisible.
Seeing that you spoke, they finally cast their gazes over.
"What assurance do you have to convince Longzhi?"
"I saved his life!"
The Li family's Martial Saints agreed.
However, you felt they didn't agree because you saved the Emperor, but rather out of respect for Li Lingyue who was standing beside you.
The imperial palace was heavily guarded, making it absolutely impossible for ordinary people to enter.
Even a martial arts expert wanting to force their way in would face Li Liushui, a Martial Saint realm Dragon Protector Envoy who was on duty around the clock.
But today, with the person guarding the palace and protecting the Emperor personally leading the way, it was naturally much easier for you to see the Emperor.
Before seeing the Emperor, you first met Qin Rong, who had just left the morning assembly and was discussing something with the ministers while exiting the palace.
Seeing Li Liushui, Li Lingyue, and Third Master, three Martial Saint realm experts, flying over, Qin Rong, despite being a Martial Saint himself, adjusted his official robes and hat before stepping forward to bow.
"I, Qin Rong, Grand Scholar of the Privy Council, pay my respects to Prince Wei!" Saying this, he turned to Li Liushui, "Lord Li, I trust you have been well."
Finally, he looked at Li Lingyue. The expression on his face grew much more serious, and his back straightened completely.
"I did not expect the Southern Border Empress to visit in person today. It is our dynasty's failure in hospitality for not welcoming you from afar. Please wait a moment, I will have someone arrange the reception etiquette fitting for a royal prince."
Prince Wei was Li Lingyue's Third Master. Although he held no official position, his status was higher than that of the ministers.
Although Li Liushui was also in the Martial Saint realm, his official rank was on par with Qin Rong, the current Prime Minister, so they addressed each other as equals.
When Qin Rong spoke to Li Lingyue, though he wasn't offensive, his attitude was much more distant. He emphasized the words royal prince to indicate that he did not view her as an emperor, implying that she was merely the Southern King of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Just from a simple greeting, you could see that this Qin Rong had a mind full of schemes.
No wonder he could control the imperial court.
Prince Wei asked, "Prime Minister Qin, did His Majesty still not attend the court assembly today?"
Qin Rong wore an expression of foolish loyalty.
"I suppose at this time, he is still sleeping soundly in the Courtyard of Beauties. I was just preparing to go kneel outside the courtyard and, as usual, report today's important state affairs for His Majesty to hear..."
"Oh, Prime Minister Qin, there is no need to go today. I have a friend who wishes to see His Majesty to discuss a small matter."
Qin Rong wore a vigilant expression.
"Is this Southern Border Empress also going?"
"Naturally."
A powerful Martial Saint aura instantly erupted from Qin Rong's body, blowing his bright red official robes until they fluttered loudly, and the pair of wings on his official hat swayed left and right.
"No! If this woman gets close to His Majesty, I fear she might attempt an assassination. How could we place His Majesty in danger! This is absolutely not what a subject should do!"
As soon as Qin Rong revealed his martial power, those high-ranking court officials behind him immediately followed suit.
A group of civil officials possessing an imposing aura comparable to a group of military generals truly opened your eyes.
Sure enough, among those who could clock in for work at the imperial palace every day, there were no mere civil officials; they were all martial arts bigwigs.
Although Li Lingyue couldn't stand Qin Rong's hypocritical face, she endured it so as not to delay your important business, and agreed to Qin Rong's demands.
Subsequently, accompanied by Li Liushui, you entered the Courtyard of Beauties.
Li Lingyue, Qin Rong, Prince Wei, and the others all waited outside the courtyard.
As soon as you entered the courtyard, you smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers.
Before your eyes was a large garden with a dazzling array of flowers.
An unkempt old man, dressed inappropriately, was blindfolded and chasing a group of exceptionally beautiful concubines with hot figures wearing transparent sheer gauze through the flower bushes.
"My beauties! Where are you running! Hurry, come into my embrace!"
["Your Majesty, come catch me! If you catch me, I'll let you... hehehe!"]
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
