Li Mu's laughter echoed by the river. He laughed so hard he leaned forward and backward, tears almost coming to his eyes, as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
"You? Beat me up? Hahaha, kid, even if I stood here and let you hit me, what kind of damage could you possibly do to me?"
"Ah Cheng, no, you can't fight him!" Xu Siya tugged at Qin Hao's sleeve, her face full of anxiety and worry.
It wasn't that she was worried about Li Mu. Although she and Li Mu used to be very good friends, they were just friends. She had already clearly expressed her unwillingness regarding marriage, yet he kept pestering her—wasn't this a sign of disrespect toward her?
Furthermore, Li Mu kept opening and closing his mouth with "Do you know my status now?" That condescending attitude, disregarding everyone else, made Xu Siya detest him.
What she worried about was Qin Hao. According to that Immortal Emperor mighty figure, Ah Cheng had lost his memory because of undergoing a tribulation. Moreover, Ah Cheng had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all; evidently, the tribulation had stripped him of his cultivation base.
Xu Siya did not doubt for a second that Qin Hao at his peak could easily defeat Li Mu. But the problem was, the current Qin Hao was a man without any cultivation.
What could he use to deal with a half-step Soul Formation realm cultivator?
Qin Hao looked at Xu Siya, tilted his head, and asked, "What? Are you heartbroken that I'm going to hit him?"
Hearing this, Xu Siya hastily waved her hands. "H-how could that be? There is nothing between him and me, what is there to be heartbroken about?"
Speaking up to here, as if afraid Qin Hao would misunderstand, Xu Siya quickly added another sentence:
"My relationship with him now isn't even as good as my relationship with you."
Xu Siya's words were like a sharp blade piercing fiercely into Li Mu's heart. He felt as though his heart had been ruthlessly seized by a massive, invisible hand, squeezing it so hard he could barely breathe.
Every day he cultivated desperately, just so that one day he could return in glory and tell Xu Siya: Look, I did it, I am worthy of you.
Yet now, he had returned, bearing the identity of a disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land, carrying a half-step Soul Formation cultivation base, and filled with anticipation and love.
But Xu Siya actually said that her relationship with him was worse than with a cripple.
"Siya..." Li Mu muttered, his voice so hoarse it didn't sound like his own. "Do you know how long I've waited for you?"
Xu Siya curled her lip. "Li Mu, I never asked you to wait. You and that Lin Yi are exactly the same kind of people, only knowing how to be self-centered and completely ignoring other people's feelings."
"Stop being so full of yourself. Go back to wherever you came from."
"Hey, wait. Before you leave, be a good boy and come over here to let me beat you up."
Saying so, Qin Hao beckoned to Li Mu with his finger. That careless attitude completely enraged Li Mu. This bastard stole the woman he longed for, and now he actually wanted to beat him up?
"Fine, you want to fight me, right? Okay, then I'll play with you, kid! I won't hold back, so don't accidentally get beaten to death by me!"
Xu Siya's expression changed drastically. She stepped forward and grabbed Qin Hao:
"Ah Cheng, are you crazy? You can't fight him. You don't have any cultivation right now, and he's furious; he definitely won't hold back."
Xu Siya could feel that the spiritual energy aura on Li Mu's body was rising steadily. The surrounding air seemed to have solidified, and that terrifying presence made Xu Siya tremble slightly.
Qin Hao patted Xu Siya's shoulder and smiled:
"It's fine, Siya. Trust me, I can handle it."
"To tell you the truth, I really feel that this friend of yours is no different from an ant."
Li Mu laughed out of extreme anger at Qin Hao's arrogant words:
"No different from an ant? You ignorant fool who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, today I'll let you know why I was able to become a disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land!"
Li Mu moved. His figure was like a streak of light, crossing a distance of dozens of meters in an instant to appear before Qin Hao.
He clenched his right fist, and the spiritual energy within his body surged madly toward it.
This punch was enough to shatter a small mountain!
Xu Siya widened her eyes in horror. She wanted to stop Li Mu, but Li Mu's speed was too fast—so fast that it didn't give Xu Siya any time to react and take action.
The wind from the punch howled as it approached. A fierce light burst from Li Mu's eyes; if he killed this kid, he could return to Siya's side.
Thinking this, Li Mu added a bit more force to his hand.
However, facing such a swift strike, Qin Hao simply tilted his body slightly and easily dodged it.
"Too slow~"
Qin Hao's faint voice sounded. Li Mu, whose punch had hit empty air, had a face full of astonishment:
"So fast! This speed, how is it possible?"
Li Mu couldn't believe it. Just now, he hadn't even been able to see Qin Hao's movements clearly before Qin Hao dodged his attack.
"Could this kid be playing the pig to eat the tiger? Has he hidden his cultivation?"
Thinking of this, Li Mu retreated continuously, putting distance between himself and Qin Hao again, and looked Qin Hao up and down.
Qin Hao cracked his neck, his bones making popping sounds:
"You are even weaker than I imagined."
Li Mu gritted his teeth. He shot a glance at Xu Siya, and when he saw her looking at Qin Hao with a face full of admiration, he couldn't help but bite down hard:
"Stop acting mysterious! You just got lucky just now! I refuse to believe I can't handle you! I am a disciple of the Xuantian Holy Land! Again!"
Saying so, Li Mu charged at Qin Hao once more. This time, he was fully focused, and his speed was even faster than before.
Qin Hao stood rooted to the spot, motionless.
Li Mu's eyes locked onto Qin Hao. The wind from the punch caused Qin Hao's clothes to flutter loudly and his hair to fly backward.
This punch landed solidly on Qin Hao's chest.
Having landed the blow, Li Mu felt a surge of joy, thinking the kid had indeed just been lucky earlier. But soon, the joy in his heart was overshadowed by a wave of terror.
"Boom—"
When Li Mu's punch hit Qin Hao's chest, it didn't feel like hitting a person at all; rather, it felt like striking an unshakeable divine mountain.
A powerful rebounding force transmitted from Li Mu's fist, sending Li Mu flying away.
Li Mu's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a parabolic curve in the air before smashing heavily onto the riverbank dozens of meters away.
"Bang—"
A large crater was smashed into the riverbank, sending mud and sand flying. Li Mu was embedded in the mud pit, looking extremely miserable.
He lying in the crater, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Are you kidding me!"
Li Mu's eyes were filled with shock. He had clearly hit his target with that punch just now, and it had landed solidly. But why was he the one who ended up injured? How was that kid completely unharmed?
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
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.”
