With the cultivation techniques and rare heavenly treasures gifted by Qin Hao, Su Qingyue, originally at the Ninth Stage of Qi Refining, quickly broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Due to Su Qingyue's breakthrough, the spiritual energy within Qin Hao's own body was becoming almost impossible to suppress, pushing him to the very edge of a breakthrough himself.
I'm about to lose control of this internal fire. Before I acquire enough karmic luck, I can't let her continue cultivating. If I break through to the Nascent Soul Realm with my current luck, heaven knows what might happen. I might end up just like the original owner of this body, rejected by the Heavenly Dao and instantly struck dead.
At this thought, Qin Hao dared not delay. He leaped down from the tree and landed beside Su Qingyue.
Qingyue, take a break from cultivating for now. Is there anything else you want to do? Our rental agreement ends in half a month. Whatever wishes you might have, I will do everything in my power to help you fulfill them during this time.
Su Qingyue slowly awakened from her meditative state. Having broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, her already elegant and beautiful features had taken on an even more ethereal, otherworldly charm.
Su Qingyue lifted her beautiful eyes. He would do everything in his power to fulfill any wish? I want to stay by your side forever. Could you help me fulfill that wish too?
She cast a complex gaze at Qin Hao. He had barged into her world completely unannounced during her most desperate hour. Su Qingyue knew that she was now deeply reliant on him, drowning in the casual tenderness he so effortlessly provided.
But she could not go on like this. She refused to live forever in Qin Hao's shadow like a beggar receiving charity and shelter. What she desired was not brief protection, but the enduring right and qualification to stand as an equal by his side!
With this thought in mind, Su Qingyue met Qin Hao's inquiring gaze and spoke in a calm voice:
Qin Hao, I want to join a sect.
Su Qingyue now knew that she possessed an Innate Dao Body. She wanted the backing of a powerful sect, which would not only provide her with proper cultivation guidance but also grant her access to abundant cultivation resources.
This way, she could grow stronger at a much faster pace, allowing her to stand proudly beside Qin Hao sooner.
Hearing her thoughts, Qin Hao nodded. You possess an Innate Dao Body. The deep foundations and vast resources of an orthodox major sect will indeed save you from taking many detours. Across the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, there are twenty-seven Sacred Lands. Which one would you like to join? I can recommend you to any of them.
Qin Hao's words made Su Qingyue tremble all over. Her original intention was simply to join a relatively powerful sect, yet Qin Hao casually offered her a Sacred Land!
A Sacred Land, what kind of concept was that? Let alone in Qingfeng City, even to the entire Great Cang Kingdom, or rather, to every cultivator in the Southern Region, the term Sacred Land was an unreachable myth. They were absolute behemoths towering over the Three Realms and Nine Heavens.
Every Sacred Land represented a supreme path leading directly to the Great Dao, controlling resources and authority beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Yet now, Qin Hao lightly informed her that she could take her pick from the twenty-seven Sacred Lands. His tone was so casual, as if he were not talking about twenty-seven Sacred Lands, but rather twenty-seven different teahouses and restaurants down the street.
All Qin Hao needed to do was hand over a calling card, and she would instantly become an esteemed guest.
Such power and influence completely exceeded the boundaries of Su Qingyue's imagination. She felt her throat go dry. Qin Hao's matter-of-fact calmness evoked a sense of inferiority that pierced her to the very bone.
But very quickly, this inferiority was replaced by a surge of unwillingness and determination that threatened to burst from her chest. No matter how difficult it was, she would give it her all to climb to the top! Su Qingyue knew that if she did not fight for this with everything she had, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breath, Su Qingyue stated firmly:
I want to go to the Xuantian Sacred Land!
The Xuantian Sacred Land was the most renowned Sacred Land across the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. Since Qin Hao could recommend her anywhere, Su Qingyue decided to choose the absolute strongest one. Perhaps this way, she could slightly narrow the massive gap between herself and him.
Alright, no problem.
Qin Hao chuckled lightly as he wrapped an arm around Su Qingyue's slender waist. He then took out his personal jade pendant and infused it with spiritual energy. In the very next second, a powerful spatial force enveloped them both.
By the time Su Qingyue's vision cleared, she and Qin Hao had already arrived at the entrance of the Xuantian Sacred Land.
Just as Qin Hao was about to march up to the gates and personally seek out the Lord of the Sacred Land to have him accept Su Qingyue, she stopped him:
I don't need a direct recommendation from you. Just give me a fair chance to enter the Sacred Land on my own.
Su Qingyue was a very stubborn person. If a single word from Qin Hao could get her into a behemoth like a Sacred Land, his background had to be terrifyingly immense. If she couldn't even pass the Sacred Land's entry assessment, what right did she have to talk about catching up to his footsteps?
Furthermore, there was only half a month left. Qin Hao would only be by her side for another fifteen days. After that, he would probably leave to be by some other woman's side, acting as someone else's rental Dao companion.
At this thought, a heavy gloom settled over Su Qingyue's heart, but it also further solidified her resolve. She could not rely on Qin Hao for everything anymore; she had to learn to face hardships on her own.
Reading the stubbornness in her eyes, Qin Hao smiled and affectionately rubbed her head. Alright, whatever you say goes.
Qin Hao took out his jade pendant and sent a voice transmission to his butler, instructing him to contact the higher-ups of the Xuantian Sacred Land and have their once-in-a-century disciple recruitment ceremony moved forward.
After doing so, Qin Hao put away the jade pendant, turned to Su Qingyue, and said:
Qingyue, I've done exactly as you asked. This is the path you chose, so I won't interfere too much. Whether or not you can enter the Sacred Land is entirely up to you now.
Su Qingyue nodded with absolute certainty. I will definitely get in!
Looking at her determined little face, Qin Hao flashed a carefree smile. I believe in you.
Upon receiving Qin Hao's orders, his butler immediately set off for the Xuantian Sacred Land and sought out its Vice Sect Master. The Vice Sect Master of the Xuantian Sacred Land also happened to be a member of the Qin family. Despite being a mighty Immortal King, in terms of generational seniority, he was actually Qin Hao's nephew.
Knowing that this was a request from his hapless little uncle, the Vice Sect Master agreed without a second thought.
Just like that, because of a single word from Qin Hao, the Xuantian Sacred Land's once-in-a-century disciple recruitment ceremony was being held again after only three years. In an instant, the entire Xuantian Realm was sent into a frenzy. Cultivators from all walks of life scrambled to spread the news, preparing to participate in the recruitment ceremony ten days later.
When Su Qingyue heard that the Xuantian Sacred Land's recruitment ceremony was reopening, she looked at Qin Hao, her eyes filled with absolute shock. A once-in-a-century grand ceremony had actually been restarted over a single sentence from him.
Qin Hao, just what exactly is your background? How far of a journey must I make before I can truly stand beside you?
Seeing Su Qingyue staring blankly at him, Qin Hao smiled and reached out to gently tap the bridge of her delicate nose:
What are you staring at? Have you been diligently practicing the sword arts I gave you? The heroes of this world are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Although you possess an Innate Dao Body, if you don't prepare yourself seriously, you will still be eliminated by the Sacred Land.
To prevent Su Qingyue's cultivation breakthroughs from triggering a spiritual energy riot within his own body, while still ensuring her combat strength continued to grow, Qin Hao had given her several sword arts to focus on mastering.
Su Qingyue's favorability toward Qin Hao had reached ninety-eight. Not only could her cultivation feed back a portion of her cultivation base to Qin Hao, but even when she learned a new martial skill, Qin Hao would instantly master it as well.

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?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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."

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.”