Chen Chang'an and Da Huang's back-and-forth banter left Nie Pengju and the others fuming, their faces flushed red.
This brat actually dared to call them dogs?
For years, no one in the entire Tai Xuan Realm—aside from those of higher seniority—had ever spoken to them like this, let alone insulted them as dogs!
Wasn’t this tantamount to insulting both the Nie Family and the Ye Family?
"Good, good, good!"
"Truly audacious!"
"But what gives you the right to act so arrogantly here?"
"Do you really think that just because the Gu Family’s Ancestor favors you, you can act lawlessly?"
"Chen Chang'an, do you even know who we are?"
"Let me make this clear—we’re not from the Gu Family. We won’t indulge you like they do." Nie Pengju glared at Chen Chang'an with icy eyes.
Chen Chang'an glanced back at Gu Tianyuan before replying indifferently, "Gu Tianyuan, if they’re not from your Gu Family, why did you bring them here?"
"What kind of rules does your Gu Family follow, allowing outsiders to shout and scream in my presence?"
Gu Tianyuan?
He actually called Gu Tianyuan by his full name?
Chen Chang'an’s words left Nie Pengju and Ye Liuyun utterly dumbfounded. Even Nie Haotian and Ye Beiming were stunned speechless.
They’d seen bold people before, but never one this brazen.
Did this guy even know his place?
He was merely Gu Fengyao’s fiancé—and who was Gu Fengyao? Just a talented junior, hardly someone of high seniority.
And then there was Gu Tianyuan.
Aside from the Gu Family’s Ancestor, Gu Tianyuan held the highest seniority in the family.
Yet Chen Chang'an addressed him so casually?
Who was the one with no manners here?
Gu Tianyuan himself frowned. This kid was crossing the line.
No matter what, he was an elder. Did Chen Chang'an really think it was appropriate to call him by name in front of outsiders?
"Chen Chang'an, do you remember your status?" Gu Tianyuan asked sternly.
"Of course I do."
"It’s you who doesn’t seem to know yours."
"Should I call Gu Fenghua over to have a chat with you?" Chen Chang'an replied with a smirk.
Boom!
Holy shit!
This guy had lost his mind!
He actually dared to say Gu Fenghua’s name out loud?!
Nie Pengju and Ye Liuyun were so shocked they almost gave Chen Chang'an a thumbs-up. Damn, this guy was on another level.
Even the ancestors of the Nie and Ye Families referred to Gu Fenghua respectfully as "Brother Gu" when they met. No one ever called him by his full name.
But Chen Chang'an?
In the Gu Family’s own territory, he casually dropped the Ancestor’s name?
This level of audacity truly lived up to his title as the Tai Xuan Realm’s number one provoker!
"You—how dare you!"
"Chen Chang'an, don’t think that just because the Ancestor values you, you can act without restraint!"
"Disrespecting me is one thing, but uttering the Ancestor’s name so casually is outright blasphemy!" Gu Tianyuan roared in anger.
Seeing Gu Tianyuan lose his temper, Nie Pengju and Ye Liuyun exchanged glances—this was their chance.
"Brother Gu, this man is clearly not a suitable match. How could someone like him ever become your family’s son-in-law?"
"Exactly! Such irreverence will only tarnish the Gu Family’s reputation in the future!"
"If he’s this arrogant before even marrying Gu Fengyao, imagine how much worse he’ll be afterward!"
"Take my advice—call off this engagement. What about my Beiming? He’s disciplined, respectful, and upright."
"Pah! Ye Liuyun, you shameless old fox!"
"Is he even half as outstanding as my Haotian? My grandson is cultured, talented, respectful to elders, and kind to all!"
"You’re full of crap!"
"No, you are!"
The two elders began bickering, while Nie Haotian and Ye Beiming—despite their thick skin—couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Was their grandfather’s praise a bit too exaggerated? Since when were they such paragons of virtue?
"What are you two arguing about?"
"After all these years, you still haven’t changed!"
Gu Tianyuan was beyond exasperated. Dealing with Chen Chang'an was headache enough, and now these two were at each other’s throats again.
"Just tell me—are you canceling the engagement or not?" Nie Pengju demanded sternly.
"I don’t have the authority. The Ancestor made the decision," Gu Tianyuan replied helplessly.
"He doesn’t even respect your Ancestor anymore! How can you—"
"Since when did you become so spineless?"
"Where’s the fire you had when you beat me up back in the day? Go teach him a lesson!"
Nie Pengju had thrown all shame aside, dredging up old humiliations without hesitation.
Nie Haotian’s eyes lit up with gossip. His grandfather had been beaten up before?
Damn, that was some juicy secret.
Pfft!
Ye Liuyun couldn’t hold back a snicker, earning a glare from Nie Pengju.
"What are you laughing at? You got your ass kicked too!"
"You—Nie Pengju, keep me out of this!"
"The juniors are right here! Must you air all our dirty laundry?" Ye Liuyun snapped.
"You two—did you hear anything?"
"Nope, nothing at all."
"Good. Keep it that way."
Nie Haotian and Ye Beiming could only play dumb.
They could act tough in front of outsiders, but if they dared show attitude to their own grandfathers? They’d be beaten to a pulp.
"Da Huang, look—dogs biting dogs."
"Hey, why aren’t there any dog hairs in their mouths?"
"Hmm… hairless dogs."
"Ah, so they’re hairless dogs. Must be a rare breed."
"Doesn’t matter how rare—still just dogs."
"Da Huang, you’re getting wiser by the day."
From start to finish, Chen Chang'an treated the whole scene as entertainment. Whether they fought or not, it had nothing to do with him.
Besides, these people had barged into his residence uninvited, acting all high and mighty. It was downright irritating.
Chen Chang'an had never been one to swallow his pride.
Trying to show off in front of him? He’d outshine them a hundred times over!
His words snapped Nie Pengju and the others back to reality. Damn it, they’d almost forgotten about him!
"Brother Gu, don’t stop me—I’m going to teach this brat a lesson today!"
"Such insolence! Does he really think no one can put him in his place?"
"Brother Gu, don’t hold me back either. I’ve been itching to smack him!"
Gu Tianyuan sighed. He didn’t want to intervene, but he had to—otherwise, how would he explain things to the Ancestor later?
"How old are you two?"
"What’s your cultivation level?"
"And you’re picking fights with a junior?"
"Aren’t you ashamed?" Gu Tianyuan said wearily.
"Fine!"
"If we’re too ‘embarrassing’ to fight him, then let the juniors handle it!"
"Haotian, you go."
"Beiming, you too."
"Brother Gu, a friendly spar between juniors should be acceptable, right?"
A spar?
Technically, yes—but…
Gu Tianyuan sighed again. These two? They’d just end up getting schooled.
"Neither of them stands a chance."
"Don’t waste your time."
Huh?
No chance?
What kind of nonsense was that?
Were they being looked down on?
Nie Haotian and Ye Beiming’s expressions darkened instantly.
No matter what, they're still ranked fourth and fifth on the Human Ranking List. Who is this Chen Chang'an anyway? Just a first-level Divine Transformation cultivator—how strong could he possibly be?
"Brother Gu, that's quite a biased statement you're making."
"You clearly don't understand our Nie Haotian's capabilities. His strength is truly formidable."
"Oh ho ho, as if our Ye Beiming is somehow inferior? Let me tell you, he's equally unmatched."
"Fine, fine. Then let's see whose disciple proves stronger."
Chen Chang'an was growing impatient listening to this. Were these two like fighting roosters? Could they ever stop bickering?
Why don't you two duel first?
"Those two aren't worth it. If you want a fight, why don't you both come at me together?"

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.”

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!

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?"