Could it be that the heavens have finally smiled upon me?
A legendary treasure now lay quietly amidst the flowers.
San Dong observed it cautiously for a long while—this must have been dropped by someone, right?
It was so tiny—would picking it up really cause any trouble?
No, no!
With sheer willpower, San Dong turned away, tiptoeing even more carefully as she walked.
This had to be a trap!
How could so many good things be waiting for her in a single night?
It was definitely bait—she absolutely couldn’t fall for it.
As always, one rule stood above all—survival was paramount. San Dong wanted to live for a long, long time.
She walked away without hesitation. All San Dong needed was the moonlight for cultivation—everything else was a death sentence.
After taking a hundred steps, she stopped again.
Was today her trial day?
Not far away, a tiny fragment of Moonlight Essence was hidden among the flowers.
Had San Dong not been exceptionally sensitive to moonlight, she would never have noticed it.
Was… this bait too?
It was so well concealed—if she hadn’t taken this path, she wouldn’t have sensed it at all.
If they went to such lengths, was it still bait?
San Dong’s expression twisted in conflict. The fragment of Moonlight Essence was minuscule, smaller than a human fingernail, yet it was equivalent to three winters’ worth of cultivation for her.
If she wanted to grow stronger, this Moonlight Essence was the shortcut.
Her thoughts warred—was this a shortcut to power, or a shortcut to her demise?
She had cultivated diligently all this time, never taking any shortcuts.
Not that San Dong didn’t want to—she simply never had the chance.
As a flower spirit, her instincts made it hard to resist such temptation.
But the terror of that night, engulfed in flames, still haunted her.
San Dong bit her lip…
Moonlight was a gift from the heavens, meant for all. Spirit stones, though natural, were at least mined by humans—she dared not touch those.
That Wood Spirit Crystal earlier? Pure bait.
But this Moonlight Essence… and such a tiny fragment at that.
So small it was nearly imperceptible—could it really be bait?
Surely not all the world’s treasures belonged to humans by default.
San Dong cautiously scanned her surroundings, then circled the Moonlight Essence, probing carefully.
She sniffed the air, sensing for any presence.
No humans. No other creatures.
This fragment of Moonlight Essence seemed like a serendipitous gift from the heavens—a reward for her diligent cultivation and virtuous nature!
Still, caution was necessary.
San Dong retreated to a safe distance, picked up a pebble, and lobbed it at the Moonlight Essence.
The pebble struck true.
She hid, tense and alert.
A long while passed—no movement, no strange scents.
Only then did San Dong rise, survey the area once more, and finally approach the Moonlight Essence.
Her tiny hand reached out, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger.
The moment her fingers touched it, pure Moonlight Essence surged through her.
San Dong’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss.
Exactly. The world was vast.
The truly magnificent treasures could belong to humans—she had no complaints.
But this tiny, insignificant fragment of Moonlight Essence… surely it wouldn’t hurt if San Dong took it, just this once?
Just as she smiled and prepared to pocket it, the moonlight behind her vanished.
Panic seized her.
A human woman’s silhouette emerged under the moonlight, clear as day.
Regret and terror flooded San Dong’s heart.
It was bait!
Such a tiny fragment of Moonlight Essence had lured her in!
She should’ve just thrown herself at the Wood Spirit Crystal earlier—at least she’d have died for something bigger.
Now she was doomed over the smallest thing.
San Dong felt utterly cheated.
Why was her life as a flower spirit so cursed?
How would the humans eat her?
Alive? Or roasted over flames?
San Dong feared fire… but being eaten alive wasn’t much better.
Still, if forced to choose, she’d take the latter.
Trembling, she turned to face the human cultivator.
Someone who could conceal their presence so completely—revealing herself only when bathed in moonlight—was far beyond San Dong’s ability to fight.
Escape was impossible.
With great effort, San Dong finally got a proper look at the human woman—delicate features, a gentle smile.
"Did… did you drop this?" San Dong held out the Moonlight Essence, voice quivering.
"I just found it… was curious, didn’t mean to take it. Here, you can have it back… can I go now?"
Li Yingling didn’t reach for it. Instead, she studied San Dong with fascination.
This was her first time seeing a living flower spirit up close. She’d read about them, but the illustrations were crude—nothing like this adorable humanoid form.
Keeping her tone soft to avoid further frightening the already panicked spirit, Li Yingling spoke:
"Consider it a gift. San Dong, was it? That’s a lovely name."
"San Dong doesn’t want it…" Her face fell, pleading. "San Dong just wants to go home… alive."
"I’m not here to harm you," Li Yingling said, gentler than ever. "Just a few questions. Answer them, and you’re free to leave."
She produced the earlier Wood Spirit Crystal and a large spirit stone, placing them before the trembling flower spirit.
"Cooperate, and these are yours to take home."
San Dong gulped.
Because now, besides Li Yingling, Xie Lingyu and Zhang Miaoyu had closed in from the other directions.
No chance of escape now.
Stiffly, she nodded.
"Ask… San Dong knows nothing—"
She caught herself and corrected:
"San Dong will tell you what she knows."
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."
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
