“Got it!”
Ah Long and Ah Hu exchanged a glance, and the corners of their mouths simultaneously twisted into cruel grins.
Like apparitions, they appeared beside Qin Buju.
Before Qin Buju could react, a searing, excruciating pain shot through all four of his limbs.
Ah Long and Ah Hu severed his arms and legs.
“Ahh——!!”
Qin Buju’s scream pierced the entire immortal court, a bloodcurdling howl unlike any human sound.
Blood sprayed from the stumps of his limbs.
He convulsed in agony.
The surrounding guards widened their eyes at the sight, inwardly marveling at Qin Hao’s audacity while also finding it immensely satisfying.
They had long wanted to do the same, but Qin Buju was formidable in strength and backed by the immortal court’s leader.
They could only endure their grievances in silence.
“Beating someone feels great for a moment, but apologizing will be a funeral pyre. This young hero is in for trouble.”
“Having a Celestial Lord as his guard means his background must be extraordinary, but sadly, Qin Buju stands behind the most powerful force in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens—the Ancient Qin Clan. No other power can gain any advantage against them.”
“Yeah, I heard even the Immortal Court’s Emperor is a daughter-in-law of the Qin Clan. You can imagine how terrifying their influence is. No other faction can rival them.”
Using all his remaining strength, Qin Buju lifted his head to glare at Qin Hao, his eyes brimming with hatred.
“How dare you do this to me! I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!”
Qin Hao chuckled lightly.
“Oh? Still able to talk? Ah Long, Ah Hu, how did you two handle such a trivial task? Couldn’t even do that properly?”
Hearing this, Ah Long grinned, then clamped Qin Buju’s mouth shut and pulled out his tongue with brute force, ignoring Qin Buju’s look of despair.
“Heh heh, now he can’t speak!”
Qin Buju gritted his teeth as blood gushed from his mouth. By now, he could no longer feel the pain from his wounds.
His hatred for Qin Hao outweighed everything else. He would make Qin Hao pay.
Gnashing his teeth, enduring the agony, Qin Buju used the last of his remaining spiritual energy to activate the mark on his forehead.
Qin Hao noticed Qin Buju’s subtle movement but made no move to stop him.
He wanted the immortal court’s leader to show up, saving him the trouble of seeking the man out himself.
Soon, a massive stone door deep within the immortal court’s chambers exploded open.
A figure in grey shot out from the chamber at incredible speed, carrying the overwhelming aura of a peak Celestial Lord.
“Who! Who dares to cause trouble in my immortal court? Where is the dignity of my court? Where is the dignity of the Qin Clan? Where is the dignity of the Emperor?”
The old man stopped mid-sentence.
Because he saw Qin Hao.
The moment he laid eyes on Qin Hao, Qin He’s pupils constricted, and a terrible foreboding surged in his heart.
“Huh? Why is the Divine Son here?”
Qin He did not dare delay and quickly descended.
When Qin Buju, sprawled on the ground with his limbs gone, saw Qin He, he lifted his head with a smug glare at Qin Hao.
His expression seemed to say: You’re finished, my backing is here.
“Father! Avenge me! This bastard attacked me without reason. Even when I invoked your name and the Ancient Qin Clan, he still refused to show any mercy!”
“I don’t even know him. From his attitude, he’s probably an enemy of the Qin Clan too scared to confront the clan head-on, so he’s causing trouble in our court.”
Though Qin Buju couldn’t speak, he could use telepathy.
To make Qin He severely punish Qin Hao, he embellished the story, painting himself as a martyr and Qin Hao as a tyrannical bully relying on his background.
Qin Buju’s words made Qin He nearly dizzy with rage. At that moment, he could have killed this ungrateful adopted son.
Damn scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting? You want me to teach him a lesson?
You want a branch family patriarch like me to lay a hand on a direct-line disciple of the Qin Clan?
Are you insane, or am I?
Without a word, Qin He planted his foot on Qin Buju’s back. The terrifying force crushed Qin Buju’s body, leaving only his head.
Qin Buju blinked, staring at Qin He in utter bewilderment.
“Father, I’m your son! Why would you treat me like this?”
Qin He glared at Qin Buju and snorted coldly, “Shut up! You are only my adopted son. I took you in because you were clever and efficient, hoping you’d help manage the immortal court!”
“But here you are, daring to offend even this esteemed lord.”
Hearing this, Qin Buju finally realized that Qin Hao was no ordinary person.
Even his adoptive father, a Celestial Lord backed by the Ancient Qin Clan, dared not cross Qin Hao.
“Who is he? Is he also from the Qin Clan? Otherwise, how could my adoptive father, a Qin family member, be afraid of him?”
While Qin Buju pondered Qin Hao’s identity, Qin He didn’t spare him a second glance. He coldly flicked his sleeve, turned to face Qin Hao, and bowed deeply with profound respect.
“Qin He of the Fourth Branch Line of the Qin Clan, pays respects to the Divine Son!”
“Unaware of Your Excellency’s arrival, I failed to welcome you properly. My subordinate even offended Your Excellency. This is a grievous failure on my part. I beg Your Excellency to punish me as you see fit.”
Every word Qin Hao spoke landed heavily on the ears of everyone present, striking like thunder.
“The Divine Son?!”
Qin Buju’s head, now rolling on the ground, froze in absolute terror.
His mind seemed to explode. All the earlier scenes flashed before him like a lantern reel.
Heavens, this young man was the legendary Divine Son of the Qin Clan!
Just moments ago, he had swaggered about, condescendingly berating him and even invoking the Qin Clan’s name to threaten him!
No wonder, no wonder the man had shown no reaction to his threats. He had been threatening the Qin Clan’s Divine Son!
The expression on Qin Buju’s head twisted into something ugly.
His gaze shifted from rage and defiance to a lifeless gray. He knew he was finished, with no chance of turning things around.
The surrounding guards widened their eyes, their looks of sympathy toward Qin Hao instantly replaced by reverence.
The Divine Son—before them stood the legendary Unrivaled Prodigy of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, the Qin Clan’s Divine Son!
“It’s over! When he asked me about Qin Buju earlier, I brushed him off and even took a sacred pill from him!”
“Who could have guessed he was the Qin Clan’s Divine Son? Will he hold a grudge against me?”
The guard who had accepted Qin Hao’s pill earlier was now stricken with despair.
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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?"
