["Master! The swords in the Sword Tomb have broken out again!"]
["Ahhh! Don't run! Rainbow Sword! I'm your master!!"]
["Thunderclap Sword! Get back to the Sword Tomb right now! In life, you are a sword of the Wuji Sword Sect; in death, you are the refined gold and profound iron of the Wuji Sword Sect! Where do you think you're going!"]
[You look at this mess and understand exactly what's going on. In your heart, you curse the Myriad Soul Banner once again.]
["Look at what you've done!"]
[The Myriad Soul Banner laughs wildly.]
["Hahaha! This glorious sight is exactly what I wished for! My children, keep it up! Once I, the Ancestor, outlive this Chen Yi, I shall be your king!"]
[Only Chen Yi can hear the voice of the Myriad Soul Banner.]
[In terms of not wanting to be discovered by outsiders, the Myriad Soul Banner is even more proactive than you.]
[If you were caught with the Myriad Soul Banner, you could probably get away with saying, "I was seduced!", since you haven't actually harmed anyone.]
[The Myriad Soul Banner, however, would suffer a miserable fate.]
[You randomly find a white-robed disciple chasing a sword in the mountains.]
["Hey, little brother, I'd like to ask, what's the process for joining your sect?"]
[The disciple is in a frantic rush.]
["Agh! Don't bother me, can't you see I'm busy??"]
[You pull a few high-grade crystals from your storage ring and hand them to him.]
[The disciple catches them with both hands.]
["May I ask what the senior wishes to know?"]
["I want to join the Wuji Sword Sect."]
["As a disciple? Putting aside that it's not the recruitment season, although senior looks young, your martial dao realm must be quite high already, right?"]
[This disciple has a sharp eye.]
[He sees you traveling alone on horseback through the Eastern Wasteland, and since you can hand out high-grade crystals so casually, you're definitely no weakling.]
["Yes, I am not a novice martial artist."]
["The Sword Sect only recruits mortals with potential. Forget high realms; we don't even take those in the Body Tempering Realm."]
["Are there any other ways to enter the sect besides becoming a disciple?"]
["Besides disciples, the sect has retainers. If you are willing to serve the Sword Sect, you can join as a retainer. You'll receive cultivation resources every month, but you cannot practice the sect's sword techniques, and you must follow the sect's orders."]
["That works too."]
[You just want to show your face in front of the Sword Master anyway.]
[The disciple points you in a direction. There's a peak there with the Wuji Sword Sect's Reception Hall, where you can apply to be a retainer.]
["By the way, let me ask, where in the sect do I usually have a chance to see the Sword Master?"]
[The disciple smiles and points at you.]
["Senior must have joined because you admire our Sect Leader, right?"]
["Uh... I guess so..."]
["Don't be shy, who doesn't? Our Sect Leader is handsome, powerful, helps the needy, punishes evil, is strong but doesn't bully the weak, and is very approachable. His personal charisma is off the charts..."]
[This guy spends a full ten minutes praising the Sword Master without repeating a single word.]
[You get the feeling this disciple might not be into women.]
[Failing to hear anything useful, you simply go to process your retainer status.]
[The cultivation of the Golden Body Realm holds significant weight even in the Wuji Sword Sect; it's more than enough to become a sect retainer.]
["Three hundred low-grade crystals per month, your choice of fifty auxiliary cultivation pills, one standard mid-tier spirit sword—if it breaks, you can go to the Sword Tomb to replace it. However, the Sword Tomb is a mess right now, so you'll have to wait a bit to collect your sword. Additionally, there are elder lectures and the 'Sect Leader's Sword Discourse,' which you can attend once a month..."]
[The managing elder of the Reception Hall introduces the benefits you enjoy at this realm.]
[Three full pages, packed with text.]
[Undoubtedly, the benefits of the Wuji Sword Sect are excellent.]
[If it's this good for a retainer, wouldn't official disciples be flying high?]
[But you aren't envious.]
[In this simulation, there's still the great opportunity of the Starry Sky Shen Family waiting for you. You won't stay in the Wuji Sword Sect for long.]
["Elder, I'd like to ask, is this 'Sect Leader's Sword Discourse' where the Sword Master personally gives a lecture?"]
["Indeed. If you wish to comprehend the Sword Dao, do not miss this discourse. You will gain much from it."]
["When is it usually held?"]
[The managing elder smiles and points at you.]
["Presumably, you also joined as a retainer out of admiration for our Sect Leader?"]
["Uh..."]
[You have a bad feeling.]
["Don't be embarrassed, little brother! Any martial artist in the world who uses a sword can be called a 'sword master'—like the Rainbow Sword Master or the Thunderclap Sword Master—but only our Sect Leader holds the title of 'The' Sword Master. Do you know why?"]
[The old man asks and answers his own question, giving you no room to speak.]
["Because all swords in the world obey the Sword Master's command! Yes, who wouldn't admire such a great figure? Not only is he handsome and powerful, saving people throughout the Five Regions, but he's also approachable within the sect. His personal charisma is off the charts..."]
[You are speechless.]
[You feel like the Wuji Sword Sect is just one giant fan club.]
[Everyone here turns into a worshipping fan the moment the Sword Master is mentioned.]
[After a lot of effort, you finally figure out when the Sword Master will appear for a lecture.]
["However, there probably won't be any lectures lately. The Sword Master's favorite sword also ran away, slipping into the depths of the Great Wasteland. The Sword Master went after it and who knows when he'll be back."]
["The Sword Master's sword should have gained sentience long ago and should have a good relationship with him. Why would it run away?"]
["It can't exactly be called running away. The sword said it just wanted to go see the ocean."]
[You realize you still underestimated the trouble the Myriad Soul Banner caused. For low-level spiritual tools, it just granted intelligence, but for high-level ones, the effects seem much more complex.]
["How can a single tool cause such a mess? Unbelievable..."]
[Sixth year, age twenty-four.]
[You have been a retainer at the Wuji Sword Sect for a year. The main task assigned to you by the sect is: catching the swords that escaped.]
[In short: cleaning up after the Myriad Soul Banner.]
[You haven't seen the Sword Master all year. Rumor has it he is still chasing his sword in the Great Wasteland.]
[You can only wait.]
[While out catching runaway swords, you take the opportunity to collect demon souls in the Eastern Wasteland or pick spirit herbs to give to Da Chun for alchemy.]
[Da Chun's alchemy is basically a lottery.]
[What comes out depends entirely on luck.]
[However, as long as the quantity is high enough, he still produces quite a few good pills that boost cultivation, helping you increase your power.]
[Seventh year, age twenty-five.]
[The Sword Master has returned with his sword. Word is they actually went to the seaside and watched the ocean views and sunrises for a long time before agreeing to come back.]
[You can only gaze at him from a distance.]
[Because you can't squeeze through the crowd.]
[There are too many people!]
[The entire Wuji Sword Sect is gathered around the Sword Master!]
[All he could do was bide his time and wait for a chance to show his worth.]
[That opportunity arrived sooner than expected.]
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?!
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...
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?"
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!
