Some say that before Su Yaoyue joined the Yin-Yang Sect, the top-ranked among the Ten Great Immortal Beauties was actually Mo Xiangling. As for this, Li Chuan wasn’t entirely sure.
Perhaps it was because he had already been intimate with Chu Mengyou, or perhaps Mo Xiangling truly surpassed Chu Mengyou in beauty. In any case, if Chu Mengyou and Mo Xiangling were placed before him now and he had to choose, he would undoubtedly pick Mo Xiangling without hesitation.
In Li Chuan’s mind, it was only natural to compare Mo Xiangling and Chu Mengyou.
Chu Mengyou’s price was 21 Spirit Stones for half an hour—he didn’t know if that rate would be enough to negotiate with Mo Xiangling.
"You’re quite impressive. You always manage to find good things in the No. 1 Minor Realm, and this time, you’ve brought back such a treasure," Mo Xiangling said as she picked up the Spirit-Siphoning Grass from the table, addressing Li Chuan.
Though they had never met before, she had been in the inner room last time and knew who was outside.
Moreover, she frequently checked the records in the Mission Hall. When Li Chuan sold spirit herbs, his contributions ranked first for the day, so she remembered him well.
What she hadn’t expected, however, was that Li Chuan would turn out to be a somewhat lecherous-looking old man.
Still, the thought flashed through her mind only briefly. Cultivation was about fate, talent, and relentless effort.
She figured Li Chuan must be someone blessed by fortune and unafraid to risk his life.
Even if the sect’s disciples might shun him now due to his appearance, he would eventually become someone ordinary disciples could only look up to.
As she spoke, her fingers were already coiling around the roots of the Spirit-Siphoning Grass.
"It’s an honor to meet Senior Sister Mo. I was just lucky," Li Chuan replied politely.
By the time he finished speaking, Mo Xiangling’s fingers had wound around the roots countless times before she openly began eating them.
She was blatantly stealing the sect’s resources again.
Li Chuan glanced at Zhao Mingxuan and Zhou Hanhe beside him and noticed the two swallowing hard before turning their heads away.
To his surprise, after chewing a couple of times, Mo Xiangling’s fingers coiled around the Spirit-Siphoning Roots once more, and she said with a straight face, "This is my first time seeing this. I’m not entirely sure about it—let me taste a bit more."
Li Chuan’s face twitched. Why not just take it home and make soup out of it?
This senior sister was far too brazen. How could she eat so much of such a valuable item without fearing the sect’s reprimand?
Yet her calm demeanor reminded him of Chu Mengyou—back when Chu Mengyou had discussed forming an immortal bond with him, she had also been utterly unflustered.
This stirred a burning desire in his heart, an overwhelming urge to propose an immortal bond with Mo Xiangling right then and there.
To Li Chuan, every move Mo Xiangling made was irresistibly alluring.
"The roots of the Spirit-Siphoning Grass are indeed as recorded in the texts—unbelievably pure in spiritual energy. Let me fetch your Spirit Stones," Mo Xiangling said after finishing her tasting session, turning to enter the inner room.
Soon, she returned with a Qiankun Bag, and with a thought, a pile of Spirit Stones materialized on the table.
"Five thousand one hundred Spirit Stones in total. Count them," she said.
Almost instantly, every gaze in the hall converged on them.
Few Qi Refinement cultivators had ever seen so many Spirit Stones piled together.
Li Chuan swiftly swept them into his Qiankun Bag, denying his fellow disciples the chance to gawk.
Only after storing them did he leisurely count them—though, in truth, a single thought was enough to confirm the amount.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Mo. Could you also add the contribution points for me?" Li Chuan handed over his contribution token.
Normally, this would be Zhou Hanhe’s task, but with such a beauty before him, who would bother talking to a man?
Yet Mo Xiangling took the token and immediately passed it to Zhou Hanhe.
As a supervisor, she had no interest in handling such trivial matters.
"I know you haven’t obtained the sect’s Spirit Herb Master certification, so you can’t enter the dedicated Spirit Herb Minor Realms. I’ll arrange an examiner for you so you can get certified as soon as possible," Mo Xiangling suddenly told Li Chuan.
This was an unexpected boon. Li Chuan quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister Mo. Such a great favor—I truly don’t know how to repay you."
Though his words were polite, his mind was already calculating how to earn more Spirit Stones and book Mo Xiangling for longer sessions.
Li Chuan understood why Mo Xiangling was helping him—it was simple. Every time a slightly valuable spirit herb appeared, she would "sample" it.
The more rare spirit herbs Li Chuan found, the more delicacies Mo Xiangling could taste. Helping him was helping herself.
After retrieving his contribution token from Zhou Hanhe, Li Chuan lingered, chatting with Mo Xiangling and the others.
Originally, he had planned to find an opportunity to ask Mo Xiangling about forming an immortal bond. With over 5,000 Spirit Stones now, no matter how expensive she was, he could afford it.
But Mo Xiangling had barely stood there for a moment before several Mission Hall disciples approached her with inquiries—whether they genuinely needed her approval or were just seizing a chance to speak with her, he couldn’t tell.
Seeing no opening, Li Chuan reluctantly gave up for now. After all, he still had Chu Mengyou, another of the Ten Great Beauties, as an option.
He turned to leave, but as he reached the hall’s entrance, he quickly retreated.
Outside, he spotted one of the spirit field owners present when he had dug up the Spirit-Siphoning Grass—the middle-aged man in gray robes.
Had it just been the gray-robed man, Li Chuan wouldn’t have worried. A mere Qi Refinement Stage One farmer? He could beat him senseless without even using a magical artifact.
But the man wasn’t alone. The group flying with him weren’t the other field owners but strangers Li Chuan didn’t recognize.
One of them, however, he had seen in the No. 1 Minor Realm—likely its supervisor.
Glancing at the hall’s back door, Li Chuan strode toward it without hesitation. This wasn’t his first time using an exit strategy.
No sooner had he left than the gray-robed man and his group entered the Mission Hall.
Their arrival drew immediate attention—groups of cultivators appearing together in the Mission Hall was a rare sight.
As they approached her directly, Mo Xiangling eyed a horse-faced middle-aged man among them and asked, "Senior Brother Cao, are you here to post a mission?"
The horse-faced man, Cao Tianyang, was the supervisor of the No. 1 Minor Realm.
His expression was grim as he stepped forward. "Junior Sister Mo, someone took the Spirit-Siphoning Grass I planted in my spirit field. Has he come here to exchange it for contribution points?"
For those long accustomed to the Yin-Yang Sect, contribution points were more valuable than Spirit Stones. But for newcomers like Li Chuan, who hadn’t yet tasted their benefits, Spirit Stones held greater appeal.
"Oh? The Spirit-Siphoning Grass was yours?" Mo Xiangling feigned surprise.
"From the way you speak, Junior Sister, it seems he’s already been here. Where is he now?"
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
