Yanyun moved with ruthless efficiency, her desperate stance appearing almost practiced. Azure spiritual energy condensed into a single point as she slashed fiercely at the phoenix's wings.
The clash of violent spiritual forces erupted, and the disciples of Xiaoyun Hall understood—this was Yanyun's all-out, life-risking strike. They also knew that after Yanyun, Chu Xingchen's attack, brimming with confidence, would follow.
Otherwise, why would the two turn against each other? It wasn’t as if Yanyun had rushed forward to throw her life away just for fun.
Though they understood, the Xiaoyun Hall disciples had no choice left.
Chu Xingchen's assault was undoubtedly fierce, but that didn’t mean Yanyun’s desperate strike was any weaker.
Scattering now might not be the best option.
Without a word of discussion or a moment’s hesitation, the Xiaoyun Hall disciples summoned a phoenix, its vast flames roaring toward Yanyun.
If they took down Yanyun, even if they lost, they wouldn’t be utterly humiliated. But if they retreated now without even eliminating her, losing ten against two and being completely wiped out—that would be the ultimate disgrace.
The terrifying collision of spiritual energy erupted. Yanyun’s azure power held the upper hand for only a brief moment before the phoenix overwhelmed her completely.
Betraying an ally had to be done effectively.
Chu Xingchen’s Nascent Soul avatar raised the sword Wanban, its currents of spiritual energy coiling around the blade with terrifying might. The avatar lunged forward, pressing the attack.
The phoenix let out a piercing cry as half its flaming wings were severed, but it still crushed Yanyun mercilessly. Moments later, the protective artifacts on Yanyun’s body flashed—signaling her elimination.
She was promptly teleported out of the arena.
But by then, Chu Xingchen’s Nascent Soul avatar was already upon the phoenix, Wanban raised high.
The sword’s overwhelming pressure scattered the phoenix’s remaining flames.
A single slash descended!
Spiritual energy surged like a raging torrent, piercing through the phoenix like a blade.
The boiling inferno instantly died down.
The force of the strike tore through the earth, crushing everything in its path, its terrifying aftershocks rippling outward.
Outside the arena, hundreds of formation arrays flared to life, sealing away the devastating energy.
At the Tianyan Sect’s seating area.
Yanyun took a deep breath and calmly returned to her seat, her aura steady. As a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, this phoenix might have unsettled her in the past, but now, at the Nascent Soul stage, it was nothing more than a fiery little bird.
Losing the clash didn’t mean she was injured.
Her gaze remained fixed on the water mirror screen.
Chu Xingchen’s Nascent Soul avatar, holding Wanban, had delivered the decisive strike with effortless grace.
In the past, Yanyun had always been fiercely competitive when it came to victory and defeat.
She never wanted to lose in anything where winning was possible.
Because Yanyun despised the taste of defeat—or rather, she hated the bitterness of regret, the feeling of falling behind.
For victory, she held the utmost respect and longing.
Yet this time, despite winning, it somehow felt worse than losing.
In fact, losing might have left her feeling more at ease.
How could someone turn winning into something so utterly unbearable?!
Lv Xuan glanced at his disciple, noting Yanyun’s expressionless face as she watched the water mirror. He knew her temperament well—her relentless drive to win.
Perhaps she was frustrated at being eliminated.
But the fact that she had willingly sacrificed herself for her teammate, enduring this frustration—wasn’t that a form of growth?
A pleased smile crossed his face as he comforted her, "You did well. Not everyone has the virtue of self-sacrifice. The fact that you could do it makes me proud. That matters far more than victory."
Yanyun turned her gaze to her master, meeting his approving eyes…
Faced with his praise, she nearly blurted out Chu Xingchen’s words—"Yanyun, go die quickly."
But in the end, she held back. Swallowing her anger was still a kind of victory.
She took another deep breath and nodded solemnly in response.
Bai Xuanling watched the scene with a faint smile. She knew Chu Xingchen’s temperament well.
He had a silver tongue—speaking sweetly to humans and cunningly to ghosts.
If he had wanted to, he could have easily coaxed Yanyun into sacrificing herself willingly. There was no need for her to come out looking so aggrieved.
Clearly, he had tossed her to her death while throwing in a few extra jabs.
Most likely, Chu Xingchen was secretly settling a score for Lingyu.
That boy probably didn’t even remember the details of what happened back then—just that he had to stand up for his own.
Good. That part of him aligned well with Bai Xuanling’s own nature.
Her gaze drifted lazily to Yanyun. "Your master speaks wisely. The Tianyan Sect’s leader commands respect precisely because he’s selfless, always willing to sacrifice."
"Yanyun, you still have a long way to go before you match him."
Lv Xuan blinked, casting a suspicious glance at Bai Xuanling.
What was going on today? Both of them seemed to have changed personalities.
Had Bai Xuanling finally learned to show him some face in public?
Yanyun remained silent, only nodding in silence.
A moment later, spatial fluctuations rippled through the air.
All eyes turned as Chu Xingchen landed gracefully, sweeping his gaze over the crowd.
A warm smile played on his lips as he spoke. "This victory may seem like my doing, but in truth, it was Yanyun’s fearless sacrifice that created the opening for me. The lion’s share of this triumph belongs to her."
Bai Xuanling’s smile deepened.
Yanyun stayed silent, nodding mechanically.
Lv Xuan nodded approvingly but quickly reached out to grasp Chu Xingchen’s arm, whispering urgently,
"Your performance was excellent, but remember—our objective here is clear. Your words should reflect that."
As he spoke, his eyes flicked meaningfully toward the Xiaoyun Hall delegation.
The Xiaoyun Hall disciples were staring at Chu Xingchen with a mix of emotions—none of them friendly.
Chu Xingchen feigned innocence. "I didn’t say anything insulting, did I?"
Lv Xuan nodded in agreement. "I know. But unless it’s that particular sect, it’s best to keep quiet."
"Tch." Chu Xingchen frowned slightly before sighing. "If that’s the Sect Leader’s order… fine, I’ll be mindful."
Lv Xuan exhaled in relief, then turned to the Xiaoyun Hall with an apologetic smile.
This was a minor issue. He could smooth things over later by humbling himself.
Youthful arrogance was to be expected—a few words during a spar shouldn’t be taken too seriously.
Chu Xingchen casually took a seat beside Yanyun. "That was a great collaboration. Let’s do it again next time."
Yanyun turned to look at him, her expression unreadable.
Chu Xingchen tilted his head. "What’s wrong? Disappointed with my performance just now?"
Yanyun sighed internally, about to respond—
When Chu Xingchen suddenly said something that shattered her composure.
His brow arched slightly, as if genuinely puzzled.
"Didn’t we win?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?"
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.”
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."
