"Wait. Since the Supreme Dao Sect could accommodate you, why did you join the Great Thunderclap Temple? Could it be that you were forced?"
Zhang Wudao's gaze fell upon Puxuan.
If the Great Thunderclap Temple had forcibly snatched away a disciple of his Supreme Dao Sect, then as the vice sect master of the Supreme Dao Sect, he would definitely settle this score on behalf of his disciple.
Even if the opposing party was the Great Thunderclap Temple, a fellow top-tier faction.
The core disciples in any faction were existences with extremely high talent, bound to become the pillars of their sects in the future.
For a core disciple to be inexplicably abducted by another faction was a humiliation for any power, let alone a top-tier major sect like the Supreme Dao Sect.
Hearing Zhang Wudao's words, Puxuan's gaze also gradually grew serious. He looked at Xiao Fan and asked, "Xiao Fan, did this old monk force you to join the Great Thunderclap Temple?"
To be honest, he had indeed brought Xiao Fan to the Great Thunderclap Temple without the latter's prior knowledge.
He had even considered using special methods to make Xiao Fan join the Buddhist path, but the reality was that they hadn't needed to use any methods at all before Xiao Fan willingly became a disciple of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Moreover, over these past two years, the other party had never mentioned being a core disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect.
If the other party had revealed his identity as a core disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect beforehand, the Great Thunderclap Temple wouldn't have risked sparking a conflict with the Supreme Dao Sect over a single genius disciple.
But not only did he keep his silence, he also consumed a significant amount of the Great Thunderclap Temple's resources to break through to the Soul Formation Realm, and the abbot had even bestowed a Heart of the Holy Buddha upon him.
Faced with the questioning of two Saint Realm experts, as well as the amused gazes of various bigwigs watching the drama unfold, Xiao Fan, the protagonist of this incident, was already drenched in cold sweat.
Originally, he thought that as long as he was careful, the people of the Supreme Dao Sect wouldn't be able to discover his identity. After all, the Supreme Dao Sect was massive, and not many people actually knew him.
Coupled with his current appearance, unless it was someone very familiar with him, no one could possibly recognize him at a single glance.
But despite all his calculations, he had missed Mo Tianxiao, that ruthless and merciless bastard.
This petty enemy at the Nascent Soul Realm was actually able to participate in this secret realm exploration.
"Hurry up and explain it to everyone! Brother Xiao Fan, I believe in your character. You must have had some unspeakable difficulties to do such a thing, right?"
Mo Tianxiao nibbled on a spirit fruit, and seeing Xiao Fan standing frozen and at a loss for what to do, he hastily shouted out a reminder.
Xiao Fan turned his head, his gaze toward Mo Tianxiao harboring extreme killing intent. If it weren't for this bastard, how could he have fallen into such a dilemma?
If he couldn't explain this matter clearly, he might very well end up being hated by both the Supreme Dao Sect and the Great Thunderclap Temple, two super factions.
If he displeased these two big shots, they might even take action to kill him on the spot.
"Senior Brother, you are so bad~"
Nangong Wan reached out and tugged at Mo Tianxiao's sleeve, whispering into his ear.
This senior brother of hers had not only crippled Xiao Fan in that place, but was now also exposing his identity, plunging him into such a predicament.
Her senior brother was truly too bad, but she liked it.
"Your senior brother can be even worse. I'll let you properly experience it in the future."
Mo Tianxiao pinched Nangong Wan's soft cheek and raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by even worse?" Nangong Wan's face flushed slightly as she asked curiously.
"You'll know in the future."
"Pfft!"
Seeing this scene, the vital blood in Xiao Fan's chest churned violently, and he directly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
While he was caught in a dilemma, his enemy was actually flirting with his fiancée!
What a tremendous humiliation!!
"Xiao Fan, I am asking you a question. If you do not explain this matter clearly, you can forget about participating in this secret realm. Come back with me to the Supreme Dao Sect to receive your punishment."
"Xiao Fan, tell us yourself. Whose disciple are you exactly right now?"
Zhang Wudao and Puxuan pressed him simultaneously, determined to get to the bottom of the matter.
"Hurry up and speak! Don't delay everyone's show!"
Mo Tianxiao's perfectly timed jab prompted the surrounding factions, who were enjoying the show, to chime in as well.
"Exactly, exactly. If you don't speak soon, the secret realm will be open."
Faced with the pressure from so many factions, Xiao Fan's face turned ashen, and his tightly clenched fists drew traces of blood from his palms.
"Damn you, Mo Tianxiao! You'd better never let me catch you in the future!"
Xiao Fan cursed inwardly. In today's situation, no matter what he said, it would be impossible to completely satisfy both factions. He could only settle for the next best option.
"Elder Puxuan, this disciple genuinely joined the Buddhist path!"
Xiao Fan cupped his hands toward Puxuan and shouted loudly.
Since he couldn't appease both sides, he would just have to offend one.
Since he had already betrayed the Supreme Dao Sect, even if he went back, he probably wouldn't get any more resources anyway. He might as well just throw caution to the wind.
"Good for you, Xiao Fan! I thought you had been wronged, but I didn't expect you to be a traitor!"
Zhang Wudao was furious. His Saint Realm coercion erupted explosively as he thrust a palm toward Xiao Fan.
"If that's the case, then you can go die!"
Terrifying energy churned the void, condensing into a massive hand intertwined with dense Dao runes. Like a world-destroying hand, it sought to crush Xiao Fan to death.
However, Puxuan, who was beside Xiao Fan, took a step forward and tossed out his Buddhist beads to block the strike. He spoke in a calm tone:
"Benefactor Zhang, please do not be angry. Since it was his own volition, it only proves that his destiny with your Supreme Dao Sect has come to an end. Why lose your temper?"
Regardless of everything, Xiao Fan was considered a decent genius. Since the other party had made his stance clear, Puxuan naturally had to protect him. As for whether the boy was loyal or not, the Buddhist sect had plenty of methods to slowly discipline him once they returned.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Wudao angrily flicked his sleeves, the coldness in his eyes undisguised. "I have no interest in an ungrateful wretch of a disciple like him. I just hope the Great Thunderclap Temple doesn't get bitten back by this ungrateful wretch someday."
He was merely a Soul Formation disciple. No matter how high his talent was, if he didn't know how to be grateful, he was just a pile of trash in Zhang Wudao's eyes.
"Benefactor Zhang need not worry about that."
Puxuan replied calmly.
"Hahahahaha! You really let us watch a good show! Zhang Wudao, your Supreme Dao Sect has truly declined. Even a lowly Soul Formation disciple looks down on you."
The Great Elder standing beside Mo Tianxiao finally seized the opportunity to mercilessly mock Zhang Wudao.
Facing the mockery, although Zhang Wudao was furious, he was helpless and could only glare at Xiao Fan with wide, angry eyes.
Meanwhile, Xiao Fan stared fixedly at Mo Tianxiao with a dark and gloomy gaze.
[Provoked a conflict, causing the Son of Fortune to be hated to the bone by the top-tier faction, the Supreme Dao Sect. Conforms to villainous behavior. Villain Points +1000!]
[Allowed numerous factions to see Xiao Fan's true colors as an ungrateful wretch, ruining his reputation. Successfully suppressed the Son of Fortune's Fortune Value. Current success rate of killing the Son of Fortune, Xiao Fan, is 10%!]
Looking at Xiao Fan's killing intent-filled eyes, Mo Tianxiao only felt refreshed and invigorated. He even sent Xiao Fan a friendly look.
Just wait. It wouldn't be long before they could say bye-bye. He wouldn't just sit back and let such an enemy grow stronger.
"Rumble—!!"
Right at this moment, the surface of the sea suddenly began to tremble, churning up waves hundreds of meters high.
The space twisted, and a vortex-like entrance appeared.
"The Void Emperor Secret Realm has opened!"
"The Void Emperor's inheritance is bound to be mine!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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."
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?"
