“Is he… finally making his move?”
The Third Elder of the Gu Family had been closely observing Chen Chang'an’s every move these past few days. When he saw Chen Chang'an heading alone toward the imperial city, his brow furrowed in concern.
Just himself?
Where were the people he was waiting for?
The Third Elder was puzzled. Didn’t Chen Chang'an worry about his own safety by acting like this?
“Never mind. If it truly comes to a life-threatening moment, I’ll have to step in under the Gu Family’s name to spare his life.”
Chen Chang'an was someone the Gu Family’s ancestor wanted to meet. No matter what, the Third Elder wouldn’t let him die here. Even if he had to die, it would only be after meeting the ancestor.
“What’s this kid trying to do?”
“No idea. Looks like he’s heading to the imperial city?”
“Going to the imperial city this early? Doesn’t he know no one’s allowed near it these days?”
“Maybe… maybe he’s from the imperial family?”
“Doesn’t look like it!”
Chen Chang'an’s actions drew the attention of many bystanders. After all, the imperial family had been restless due to a certain individual. Anyone daring to provoke them now was practically asking for death.
“Halt!”
“This is the imperial city—unauthorized personnel are forbidden to approach!”
“If you take another step, don’t blame—”
Before the imperial guard could finish, Chen Chang'an struck. A flash of sword light, and the speaker was dead before he hit the ground.
“Holy shit!”
“What the hell just happened?”
“Damn, he’s insane! Absolutely insane! Killing a guard right at the imperial city gates?”
“Did I wake up too early? Feels like I’m still dreaming…”
Chen Chang'an’s sudden attack left onlookers in shock. Even the guards at the city gates were too stunned to react.
“Outrageous!”
“How dare you!”
“Men, seize him!”
Seize him?
Chen Chang'an smirked and struck again.
Boom!
A deafening explosion followed as his sword shattered the imperial city’s gates, reducing them—and the surrounding walls—to rubble.
The tremendous noise drew even more attention, especially from those inside the imperial city.
“I, Chen Chang'an… have arrived!”
“Aren’t you coming out yet?”
His voice thundered across the capital like a bolt of lightning.
Chen Chang'an?
Chen Chang'an was really here?
“Heavens, has this day finally come? He actually showed up.”
“We’re doomed. The capital’s about to become a battlefield. Should we flee?”
“Can the imperial family even stop someone as powerful as Chen Chang'an?”
Panic spread like wildfire. Yet, among the chaos, Zhou Lin—who had once spoken with Chen Chang'an—wore an expression of utter disbelief.
“That voice… why does it sound so familiar?”
“Chen Chang'an? Chen Chang'an!”
“Could it be… that man I spoke to that day was really…?”
Zhou Lin’s mind reeled. He never imagined the person he’d casually chatted with—the one who’d asked him for information—was the same Chen Chang'an who had thrown the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty into chaos.
No mistake. That voice—he’d recognize it anywhere.
Meanwhile, inside the imperial city, Yin Gongyu’s face darkened. The moment Chen Chang'an’s voice rang out, every member of the imperial family gathered around him.
The strongest of them had one goal: to oppose Chen Chang'an.
“It’s him. I remember his voice.”
Feng Wuliang’s sudden appearance and his words sent a chill through the crowd. So, this really was the man Feng Wuliang had been searching for?
If so, then he was undoubtedly an Emperor-level expert.
But when had the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty ever offended an Emperor?
“Senior Carefree Wind Emperor, we beg you to act.”
“Chen Chang'an is far too arrogant.” Yin Gongyu pleaded, his expression grave.
Feng Wuliang glanced at him coldly. “I don’t need your prompting. I’ll act when I choose.”
“But how I do so is my own affair. Don’t play games with me.”
“Forgive me, Senior! I wouldn’t dare!”
“Hmph.”
Feng Wuliang snorted dismissively before turning away.
Faced with a powerhouse of his caliber, the other imperial family members dared not speak out of turn, silently standing by.
Tens of thousands of imperial guards filled the city, yet none dared step forward as Chen Chang'an advanced unimpeded.
At the same time, one question gnawed at them:
How could Chen Chang'an be so young?
“Impossible!”
“It’s him?”
When Yin Gongyu finally laid eyes on Chen Chang'an, his mind went blank.
Not because of his youth—but because this was the same young man who had walked out of the auction house that day.
Meaning… Chen Chang'an had been in the capital all along?
But why had he waited so long to act?
Wait—
The Gu Family!
Chen Chang'an had acquired the message brought by the Gu Family’s ancestor. Did that mean he had ties to them?
If so, how could the imperial family possibly contend with that?
The Gu Family was a top-tier force in the Central Heaven Domain, with a peak-level Emperor among their ranks. Even Feng Wuliang would have to tread carefully around them.
“Chen Chang'an, do you remember me?” Feng Wuliang asked, smiling faintly.
Chen Chang'an studied him briefly before recognition dawned.
“Ah, it’s you. So, you’re the Yin Family’s hired help?”
“Tell me—do you think you can win?” Chen Chang'an replied with a smirk.
“Uncertain. But I’d like to try.”
Facing Chen Chang'an again, Feng Wuliang felt none of the confidence he once had. Compared to their last encounter, Chen Chang'an now seemed even more unfathomable.
“Try?”
“Fine. Then… try!”
Chen Chang'an wasn’t concerned. While killing Feng Wuliang outright might be difficult at his current strength, the reverse was pure fantasy.
“Senior Da Huang, is that man truly an Emperor-level expert?”
High above the capital, Da Huang observed the imperial city alongside Gu Xian'er and Wu Mingdao.
“Indeed. That’s the Carefree Wind Emperor, Feng Wuliang.”
“An actual Emperor… Senior, can Brother Chen really defeat him?” Wu Mingdao asked nervously.
“Relax. He’ll be fine.”
“Oh? You sound quite confident.”
The voice came unexpectedly, but Da Huang wasn’t surprised—he’d long sensed this person watching Chen Chang'an… and now approaching them.
“Third Elder of the Gu Family?”
“Gu Fengyao?”
Gu Xian'er recognized the newcomers at once.
The Third Elder, meanwhile, grew increasingly intrigued. When had this yellow dog appeared? And why did it feel… unusual?
Da Huang didn’t bother looking at him, replying indifferently, “Whether I’m confident or not, you’ll see soon enough.”
“If you’re here to watch, then watch quietly. No need for commentary.”
Da Huang didn’t spare any courtesy, but the Third Elder of the Gu Family didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he observed Da Huang with great interest.
How strange. Truly strange. I can’t even discern its true form?
The Third Elder refused to believe that an ordinary yellow dog could achieve such a feat—it must be a high-level demon beast in disguise.
Yet, despite being at the half-step Emperor realm, he couldn’t see through its true nature. That was far too shocking.
Could it be that the one backing Chen Chang’an is this yellow dog?
Even now, the Third Elder refused to accept that Chen Chang’an truly possessed the power of an Emperor-level expert.
"By the way, where has Brother Lin gone?"
"Why isn’t he here?"
Wu Mingdao remembered clearly that Lin Xiangliu had set out with Chen Chang’an in the morning. Yet now, only Chen Chang’an had gone to the imperial city, with no sign of Lin Xiangliu.
"Lin Xiangliu has other matters to attend to. You’ll find out soon enough."
"For now, let’s see how Chen Chang’an plans to deal with Feng Wuliang."
"My guess? Probably the same old method."
The same old method?
Hearing Da Huang’s words, everyone looked puzzled. After all, they had no idea what Chen Chang’an’s "old method" even was.
Within the imperial city, this was now a battle between Emperor-level experts in the eyes of onlookers.
The Yin imperial family could only retreat to the sidelines, placing all their hopes—for the moment—on Feng Wuliang.
"Aren’t you going to make your move?" Feng Wuliang asked Chen Chang’an, somewhat perplexed.
"I don’t want to bully you."
"You strike first."
"After all… you’re nothing more than a former loser of mine!"
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
