There was no roaring, no explosion. The moment that destructive, lightless beam vanished into the clouds, the cloud layer split open. The black tribulation clouds, like a piece of silk sliced by a sharp blade, surged and receded to both sides, revealing a clear blue sky.
In a span of just three breaths, the black canopy that had shrouded the Northern Wasteland for an entire month completely disappeared.
Qin Hao let out a breath. That breath actually condensed into a white arrow of air in the sky, shooting straight out for dozens of feet before dissipating. This was not intentional; it was merely Qin Hao's casual exhalation.
Yet, just this single exhalation possessed the power equivalent to a full-force strike from a cultivator in the Mahayana Realm!
Qin Hao looked down at his hands. Newborn skin was replacing the charred, dead skin blasted by the lightning at a visible rate. Moreover, as Qin Hao exerted a little strength, dragon scales actually surfaced on his body.
"Mahayana Realm!" Qin Hao said softly, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up. He felt unprecedentedly powerful. Without exaggeration, he felt that with his Mahayana Realm cultivation, he could completely hold his own in a fight against a true immortal cultivator!
This was especially true for his physical body. After a month of being baptized by the lightning tribulation, coupled with the fact that Ji Ruxue had been continuously absorbing and refining the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood over this past month, under the dual nourishment of the tribulation lightning and the essence blood, Qin Hao's physical body had grown outrageously strong.
He threw a light punch into the air, and the air let out an extremely muffled boom. The sound did not seem like an object ringing out; it sounded more like space itself wailing.
A visible white shockwave exploded from his knuckles, spreading forward in a fan shape. Wherever it passed, layers of the ground were lifted. Rubble, dirt, and snow were all swept up by the shockwave, tumbling forward to form a wall dozens of feet high.
"Haha, the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood is truly extraordinary. I haven't even fully grasped its power yet. Once I completely possess it, I will be able to transform into a dragon myself. I wonder how much my combat power will increase after transforming, bearing the essence blood of the Primordial Dragon Emperor."
"Is this the Mahayana Realm? What Mahayana Realm cultivator has this kind of power? Even our Dragon clan doesn't have this! It's too exaggerated. I am also in the Mahayana Realm, but I feel like I couldn't even block a single breath from him!" nearby, the spectating members of the Northern Wasteland Dragon clan could not help but exclaim after seeing the changes in Qin Hao upon breaking through to the Mahayana Realm.
"Are you joking? Do you think he endured a month of lightning tribulation for nothing? What normal person can withstand a month of lightning tribulation? Dozens of lightning bolts struck down on him every second. When we undergo a tribulation, there are only a dozen or so bolts in total. His one second is equivalent to our entire tribulation."
"It's normal, he is the big brother I've acknowledged!" In the crowd, Ao Yu proudly raised his head, as if he were the one everyone was marveling at and praising.
"I heard that this Qin family's imperial son's father is good friends with our clan leader, and now he is good friends with our young clan leader. So, he can be considered half a member of our clan."
...
The light of the Nine-Revolution Exquisite Pagoda reached its peak at this moment. The pagoda shook violently, and a long, piercing howl that could crack gold and shatter stone rang out. Immediately after, a figure dashed out from the pagoda.
After a month, Ji Ruxue had finally absorbed and refined all of the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood. Ji Ruxue slowly landed, and the Spacetime Divine Blade flew from her hand to Qin Hao. With Ji Ruxue's appearance, a suffocatingly powerful pressure descended from the sky.
That was the aura she naturally exuded after merging with the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood.
Looking at the Northern Wasteland dragons around her struggling to resist her aura, Ji Ruxue smiled softly, thinking to herself, "Having merged with the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood, I should be even stronger than Qin Hao now!"
In a month's time, Ji Ruxue's strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation. She now possessed unprecedented confidence, feeling that even Qin Hao was no match for her.
Ji Ruxue raised her head and began searching the crowd for Qin Hao's figure. She found him, but the smile on her face froze along with it.
Because she realized she could not see through Qin Hao at all. It was not the blurry feeling of not being able to see through someone whose cultivation was higher than hers, but a deeper, more fundamental inability to see through him.
Ji Ruxue extended her divine sense, wanting to check on Qin Hao's condition. But right at this moment, a heart-palpitating aura rose from Qin Hao's body, like a slumbering ancient beast being awakened.
Ji Ruxue was forced back several steps by this aura, her eyes full of shock:
"What... what kind of monster is he? I have merged with the essence blood of the Primordial Dragon Emperor! Why? Why do I feel like his life level is even higher than mine? I have two top-tier bloodlines in my body: the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox and the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood!"
Ji Ruxue gave a somewhat self-deprecating smile. She originally thought that by merging with the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood, the gap between her and Qin Hao would have narrowed, or that she might have even surpassed him.
But upon seeing Qin Hao, she realized that the gap had not narrowed at all; instead, it had grown even wider.
Ji Ruxue slowly walked up to Qin Hao, then reached out to hug his waist, resting her head against his chest:
"I have finished refining the Primordial Dragon Emperor essence blood. Thank you. If it weren't for you, even if I obtained the Dragon Emperor's essence blood, I wouldn't have been able to refine it."
At this point, Ji Ruxue's face turned completely red. She gritted her teeth and finally spoke the words she wanted to say with a face full of shyness:
"Qin Hao, I like you. When I saw you facing those strange beasts regardless of the danger just for me, you completely took root in my heart. I can't leave you anymore. You caused all this, so you have to take responsibility!"
Ao Yu stood in the crowd, the expression on his face incredibly colorful. He felt a bit awkward, and then felt conflicted about whether he should leave.
"Well then, she's become my sister-in-law. Whatever, there's plenty of fish in the sea, why hang myself on one tree? Sister-in-law it is. Either way, I've already acknowledged Qin Hao as my big brother."
Qin Hao looked down at the person in his arms. He raised his hand, placed it on top of Ji Ruxue's head, and patted it gently:
"I'll take responsibility then. Anyway, one more like you won't make a difference."
As soon as these words came out, Ji Ruxue's body suddenly stiffened. On that delicate little face, the shy expression from just a moment ago instantly turned into shock upon hearing Qin Hao's words, and quickly morphed from shock into anger.
"One more like me won't make a difference?" Ji Ruxue repeated Qin Hao's words pausing after every syllable, her voice carrying a dangerous undertone. "Qin Hao! What do you mean?"
"I mean it literally. To tell you the truth, I have a few others just like you at home..." Qin Hao had no intention of hiding it. He could not hide this kind of thing anyway. To be honest, Qin Hao's reputation had long spread out. Ji Ruxue could easily find out just by asking around once she went to the Hongmeng Heaven.
Rather than causing unnecessary trouble later on, it was better for him to lay his cards on the table and make it clear right now.
Ji Ruxue's gaze turned from anger into a death stare. She loosened her arms around Qin Hao and slowly took a step back:
"Say, that, a, gain!"
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."
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
