As the Undead God King's voice faded, the entire wasteland suddenly fell silent. The aura of decay vanished without a trace in an instant, replaced by a vast and ancient power.
"The trial begins!"
These words exploded in everyone's minds like a massive, echoing bell. Immediately after, the surrounding ground began to churn like boiling magma, and a foul stench of sulfur spread through the air.
Luo Qingxue and the others stood in strict formation, ready for battle, constantly on guard against any sudden changes. As everyone waited, an undead creature crawled out from the churning earth.
Chen Ping was the first to draw his sword and charge forward. With a single strike, he cleaved the undead in half. Ghostly green flames splattered in all directions, and shattered skeletal bones scattered across the ground.
"Is that it?" After defeating the undead with one blow, Chen Ping could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that the so-called trial of an innate god and demon was nothing more than this. The strength of this undead was only equivalent to a cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm. With his cultivation at the Void Refinement realm, passing such a trial would be more than easy.
Just as he finished speaking, more undead crawled out from the rolling ground. This time, it was not just one, but ten.
The ten undead took both human and beast forms. The pressure they emitted was all at the Nascent Soul realm. Undead of this level were simply no match for Holy Sons and Holy Daughters like Luo Qingxue.
Luo Qingxue gripped her Xueji Sword and gave it a gentle wave. The ten undead were instantly reduced to ashes.
"Senior, is this the life-threatening trial you mentioned?" The Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land looked up at the Undead God King, a hint of doubt in his eyes. He didn't think an innate god and demon would spout empty boasts to people like them.
The Undead God King sneered, "What's the rush? These are merely a warm-up for you. The main event hasn't even begun."
As his voice fell, fifteen more undead crawled out from the churning earth. This time, every single one of them possessed the strength of the Void Refinement realm.
A cultivator in the Void Refinement realm would be the core pillar of a small sect in the Lower Three Heavens, but to people like Luo Qingxue, they were still far from enough to pose a threat.
Chen Ping struck first. With a thrust of his palm, he smashed three charging undead into pieces. The Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land also made his move; swinging the blood-red longsword in his hand, a bloody wave of sword ki swept out, slicing four undead in half at the waist.
Gu Qingxue of the Oblivion Nunnery pressed her palms together and silently chanted a Buddhist mantra. A golden Buddhist light expanded from her palms. Under the illumination of this light, the remaining undead melted and dissipated instantly, like ice and snow beneath a scorching sun.
Qin Hao did not even make a move. He simply stood beside Luo Qingxue, watching quietly. Unless the enemy was at the Mahayana realm, Qin Hao couldn't even muster the desire to fight.
The Undead God King's trial gave Qin Hao and the others no chance to catch their breath. Just as they defeated these fifteen undead, twenty more immediately crawled out of the rolling ground.
The strength of these undead was all at the peak of the Void Refinement realm, only a single step away from the Body Integration realm.
Facing twenty peak Void Refinement undead, the expressions of Chen Ping and the others finally showed a trace of change. He was at the middle stage of the Void Refinement realm, and his true combat prowess could rival the peak of the Void Refinement realm, but facing twenty opponents of the same level, he did not dare to be careless.
"I'll block the left!" Chen Ping shouted loudly. His longsword left its sheath, and a fierce flash of sword light swept out, forcing back the six undead on the left.
Not to be outdone, the Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land took the initiative to meet the six undead on the right.
Gu Qingxue and Luo Qingxue engaged in a fierce struggle with the eight undead in the middle.
Qin Hao still just stood to the side, watching quietly. Of the four people on the field, aside from Luo Qingxue, who was able to fight with ease and hold the upper hand, the others were all at a disadvantage.
After all, Luo Qingxue possessed the Hongmeng Dao Body and had grasped a complete Great Dao. Qin Hao was not the least bit surprised that she could perform like this.
"Brother Ye! Help us!"
Over there, facing the attacks of six peak Void Refinement undead, Chen Ping was struggling to hold on. He hurriedly called out, begging Qin Hao for help.
Qin Hao merely glanced over without making any movement. He felt that Chen Ping's potential had not yet been fully tapped. If Chen Ping's potential were fully unleashed, defeating these undead would not be a problem. Only when facing life-and-death crises could a person's potential be completely squeezed out.
Luo Qingxue's figure darted through the horde of undead. The Xueji Sword in her hand transformed into a streak of white flowing light, and every strike she unleashed dealt massive damage to the undead.
A quarter of an hour later, she finished off the four undead she was responsible for. With a flash, she appeared beside Chen Ping, helping him fight against the undead.
With Luo Qingxue's help, the six undead Chen Ping was handling were quickly dispatched. Immediately after, the two of them split up to assist the Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land and Gu Qingxue of the Oblivion Nunnery.
"Not bad. Truly worthy of the Hongmeng Dao Body that caught my eye. I said long ago that aside from you, no one else among these people is qualified to participate in the trial. Without you, they would have all died in that last round."
The Undead God King looked at Luo Qingxue with a face full of approval. Luo Qingxue looked up at the Undead God King and asked, "Senior, is the trial over?"
The Undead God King chuckled softly. "Over? It's still early. Adjust yourselves first. In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the next round will begin."
Luo Qingxue's expression shifted. The undead were already at the peak of the Void Refinement realm. Wouldn't the next round feature undead at the Body Integration realm?
Suddenly, Luo Qingxue noticed Qin Hao standing to the side, looking completely relaxed as if the matter had nothing to do with him. She walked quickly to his side.
"You and Chen Ping are both Holy Sons of the Xuantian Holy Land, right? He just asked you for help; why didn't you save him?"
Hearing Luo Qingxue's questioning, Qin Hao shrugged his shoulders. "Does he really need someone else's help for such a minor crisis?"
"Hmph, do you disdain helping, or do you lack the ability to help?" Luo Qingxue's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze full of scrutiny as she looked at Qin Hao.
The difficulty of the next round was bound to soar. It wouldn't do for Qin Hao to continue standing by without taking action; she had to provoke him a little.
Qin Hao smiled. A provocation? Did she really think such a simple provocation would work on him?
Heh, you're a really good judge of character!
The time it took for an incense stick to burn passed in a flash. The churning ground began to boil once more. Under the watchful eyes of Luo Qingxue and the others, a full twenty-five undead crawled out from the earth.
Twenty-five undead, each possessing the strength of the Body Integration realm. Feeling the oppressive aura radiating from the undead, the expressions of Luo Qingxue and the others changed completely. Each of them possessed the ability to fight above their own level, but two fists are no match for four hands. Facing twenty-five opponents with higher cultivation bases, who felt no fear of injury and fought desperately with every move, even the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of these Holy Lands felt a massive headache.
Crack, crack. Qin Hao cracked his neck, his bones making popping sounds.
"Didn't you question whether I lacked the ability? Then please, watch closely."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
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?"
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?!
