Xia Yun struck out in anger. The furious blow of a Mahayana Realm cultivator instantly caused the colors of the world to change.
In Xia Yun's eyes, a minor cultivator at the first level of the Soul Formation Realm would undoubtedly be blasted into dust in an instant when facing his full-powered strike. However, reality was far from what he imagined.
Qin Hao took Xia Yun's attack head-on like it was nothing, and even casually picked his ear.
"Is that all the strength you have? Haven't you eaten?"
Qin Hao's words caused Xia Yun's expression to change drastically. Impossible! How could a mere first-level Soul Formation Realm cultivator block the full-powered strike of his Mahayana Realm?
"Something is wrong! There's something wrong with this kid! He must be from some major power and has a supreme treasure protecting him!"
Thinking of this, Xia Yun quickly put away his fierce expression and replaced it with a warm, gentle smile.
"Young Master, I have no intention of making an enemy out of you. I am only here to execute two traitors of the Great Cang Royal Family. I hope you can do me a favor and step aside."
"Oh my~"
Qin Hao looked at Xia Yun with interest. This guy wasn't stupid. He actually recognized reality right away. This was completely different from the novels in his past life!
He was supposed to be relentless, relying on his high cultivation to look down on him, and then get his face slapped. How did he submit so quickly?
Just then, Xia Lingxi jumped out.
"Third Uncle! Surrender with your men. You are already surrounded by my Brother Qin Hao."
As soon as these words came out, Xia Yun's face changed again. He looked at Qin Hao with deep apprehension, then at Xia Lingxi, thinking to himself:
"This kid is only in the Soul Formation Realm, yet facing a Mahayana Realm expert like me, he shows absolutely no fear. He looks so calm and breezy, as if I am just an ant he could crush at will. This kid definitely has a trump card."
Thinking of this, Xia Yun shouted loudly, "Listen to my command!"
Just when Qin Hao thought Xia Lingxi's Third Uncle was rallying his subordinates to launch a joint attack, Xia Yun's next words completely stunned him.
"Flee!"
As soon as the word left his mouth, Xia Yun immediately pushed his spiritual energy to the limit, turning into a streak of light and swiftly escaping from Qin Hao's sight. His subordinates did the same, scattering in all directions. The prince had already run away, so why would they stay here? To wait for death?
Looking at the direction Xia Yun fled, Qin Hao shook his head with a laugh. "Come on, I haven't even started acting cool yet."
Qin Hao smacked his lips. He had wanted to use Xia Yun to test the power of the Primordial Fortune Plundering Stele, the Soul Devouring Banner, and the Nine-Turn Exquisite Pagoda, but the other party gave him absolutely no chance.
Right at that moment, a petite figure carrying a fragrant breeze threw herself into Qin Hao's arms like a baby swallow returning to its nest, holding him tightly.
"Brother Qin Hao, you are too amazing, too handsome!" Xia Lingxi looked up with her small face, stars twinkling in her eyes, filled with undisguised admiration and affection.
Qin Hao rubbed Xia Lingxi's head. "I didn't actually do anything. Your Third Uncle is just a bit cowardly."
Saying this, Qin Hao couldn't help but glance at Xia Lingxi, wondering to himself if cowardice was genetic. This little girl wasn't very brave either.
Xia Lingxi's tone was full of pride. "That's exactly why you're amazing! You didn't even have to do anything. Just by standing here, you scared my Third Uncle away. He is a top-tier expert in the Mahayana Realm!"
"When will I become as amazing as you?"
Qin Hao's eyes lit up. This was exactly what he was waiting for.
He took out the divine abilities he had prepared for Xia Lingxi from his robes and handed them to her.
"Lingxi, these are three Emperor-grade divine abilities I prepared for you. They are the Mantra of Longevity, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Tones, and the Dragon Binding Rope."
"The Mantra of Longevity is a healing ability, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Tones is a sonic ability, and the Dragon Binding Rope is a crowd-control ability."
"In the future, if you can't win a fight, just run. First, use the Dragon Binding Rope to restrain the opponent, then use the Eight Heavenly Dragon Tones to disrupt their soul, and once you run to a safe place, use the Mantra of Longevity to heal your injuries."
Originally, Xia Lingxi was incredibly excited to hear that Qin Hao had prepared three Emperor-grade divine abilities for her. But upon hearing his description, a strange expression appeared on her delicate and cute little face.
"Brother Qin Hao, can I only run away? Can't you give me a more powerful killing ability?"
Qin Hao glanced at Xia Lingxi, then shook his head. "You? Kill people?"
Qin Hao's undisguised rhetorical question was like three little needles gently piercing Xia Lingxi's pride.
She puffed out her cheeks like an angry little pufferfish and waved her unthreatening little fists. "Why can't I kill people? I am very powerful!"
Qin Hao cupped Xia Lingxi's face, looking at her defiant eyes, and chuckled.
"Lingxi, everyone has their own strengths. You possess the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, so these sonic and vitality-type abilities suit you better. Besides, these are Emperor-grade divine abilities. If you master them, even the Mantra of Longevity can be used to kill."
Xia Yang, who was standing to the side, chimed in.
"Lingxi, don't be ungrateful. Brother Qin is giving you Emperor-grade divine abilities!"
Xia Yang's voice was trembling. Emperor-grade divine abilities! Their Great Cang Nation didn't even have a single Immortal-grade divine ability; their strongest art was merely a peak Spirit-grade ability.
Yet Qin Hao casually tossed out three Emperor-grade divine abilities. At this moment, the look in Xia Yang's eyes as he stared at Qin Hao was no longer just gratitude, but it carried a deep, unshakeable reverence and shock.
Casually taking out three Emperor-grade divine abilities to give away—what kind of concept was this? Even in those legendary Ancient Aristocratic Families and Supreme Holy Lands, Emperor-grade divine abilities were absolutely clan-pacifying treasures, never taught to anyone outside the core direct lineage.
But he just handed them out so casually, as if giving away a few jellybeans, immediately gifting three to his sister.
Thinking of this, Xia Yang cupped his hands toward Qin Hao.
"Brother... Brother Qin, this... this is too precious. How could Lingxi... what right does Lingxi have to receive such a massive favor from you? How about this, as her older brother, I will make the decision. Let Lingxi be your handmaid and serve by your side."
Xia Yang was so agitated that he was somewhat incoherent, and his words even carried a hint of trepidation. These were Emperor-grade divine abilities! If word got out, it would be enough to cause a storm of blood and carnage across the entire Southern Region—no, across the entire Nine Heavens!
"Brother, what nonsense are you spouting!" Xia Lingxi pouted, glaring at her brother with deep dissatisfaction. What did he mean by making her Qin Hao's handmaid?!
Even if she couldn't be his official wife, did she not even qualify to be a concubine? Who was he looking down on?!
Xia Lingxi looked up and stole a glance at Qin Hao, feeling sweet inside.
"He said that once the one-month rental period was up, we'd have nothing to do with each other anymore, but isn't he still worried about me now? He definitely likes me, right? He even gave me three such precious Emperor-grade divine abilities all at once!"
"Hehe, is this a betrothal gift? Then this princess will reluctantly accept it!"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
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."
