Chen Chang'an never expected things to unfold in such an unpredictable manner. Initially, he had assumed that even if the pearl wasn’t in the tomb of the Nine Nether Emperor’s beloved wife, it would at least be under the Emperor’s control. The worst-case scenario he had envisioned was a direct confrontation with the Nine Nether Emperor to forcibly retrieve the pearl.
But now, seeing the Emperor’s reaction, Chen Chang'an realized he had underestimated the situation. What puzzled him most was—who else besides himself could possibly be interested in the pearl? Someone who would go so far as to marry the Nine Nether Emperor just to obtain it?
To earn the favor of the Nine Nether Emperor, this wife of his must have been extraordinary. Yet, why would such a person sacrifice so much for a pearl that held no value to anyone else?
"Your wife isn’t dead?" Chen Chang'an asked with a frown.
"Hahahaha!"
"So, you’ve heard the rumors circulating outside?"
"False, all of them! Nothing but baseless gossip!"
"My adopted son would never dare to have an affair with my wife."
"They wouldn’t, and they couldn’t!" The Nine Nether Emperor laughed loudly.
But Chen Chang'an could see through it—the Emperor’s laughter held no joy, only endless fury in his eyes. It was understandable. The Nine Nether Emperor, the second most powerful figure in the Tai Xuan Realm, a being who had lived for tens of thousands of years, had been deceived by a woman. How could he remain indifferent?
What Chen Chang'an couldn’t comprehend was why the Nine Nether Emperor had allowed such rumors to spread unchecked. Did he truly not care at all?
"I’m curious—what kind of woman could move your heart?"
"Was she beautiful?" Chen Chang'an probed.
Instead of answering, the Nine Nether Emperor countered, "Tell me, why are you also interested in that pearl?"
"I’ve studied it before. Aside from its beauty, it’s utterly useless—no energy fluctuations, impossibly hard. Why do you all covet it?"
"I don’t know what my wife’s intentions were, but I can tell you this: that pearl originally belonged to me."
"It was lost due to certain circumstances, and now I merely seek to reclaim it."
"Moreover, in the entire Tai Xuan Realm, only I can use it. Anyone else who obtains it would find it worthless."
"So, I’m even more curious about what your wife wanted with it," Chen Chang'an said, his brow furrowing.
"I sent people to investigate, but..."
"For nearly a thousand years, there’s been no trace. Even the men I dispatched lost their lives."
"It seems I’ve underestimated her all along."
"Her background is shrouded in mystery, likely tied to a formidable hidden faction. I never imagined that within the Tai Xuan Realm, there could be a force even I knew nothing about."
"Finding that pearl won’t be easy for you."
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an’s frown deepened. The last two pearls were proving far more difficult to locate than he had anticipated—even entangled with a hidden power unknown to the Nine Nether Emperor himself.
Could such a faction have existed longer than the Nine Nether Emperor?
Did his own master know of them?
"Why do you suspect this is a hidden faction?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Because they managed to place someone so strikingly similar to her by my side. That means whoever is behind this knows me, understands me—and may have lived even longer than I have."
"A figure like that, lurking in the shadows for so long—do you really believe they haven’t built a secretive organization?"
From the Emperor’s words, Chen Chang'an caught a crucial detail: "similar to her."
Who would have thought the Nine Nether Emperor was such a sentimental man?
"You never remarried because... she’s gone?"
"That’s all in the past."
"So, you refused to ascend, waiting for her reincarnation?"
"Waiting for tens of thousands of years?"
"I’ve told you all I can. Now, leave."
The Nine Nether Emperor didn’t answer further, dismissing Chen Chang'an outright. Some secrets were buried too deep in his heart to share.
Understanding this, Chen Chang'an didn’t press further. With Da Huang, he departed the Nine Nether Hall.
Once they were gone, the Emperor took out a portrait, gazing at the figure depicted with tender longing.
"Yi, I truly thought she was you. I was deceived... You wouldn’t blame me, would you?"
The woman in the portrait, Yi, was the only love of the Nine Nether Emperor’s life—a woman who had died saving him long ago.
The Emperor had long possessed the means to ascend, but he had deliberately severed that path, forever confining himself to the peak of the Emperor realm.
Every time he secluded himself, it wasn’t for cultivation—it was to reminisce.
Five thousand years ago, a woman who looked identical to Yi had appeared, rekindling the long-dormant emotions in the Emperor’s heart.
Her mannerisms, her habits—everything mirrored Yi’s.
That was why the Nine Nether Emperor had broken his own rule and married her.
Yet, how could he have known it was all an elaborate scheme? The goal: that mysterious pearl.
The Emperor knew—had he not been so blinded by joy, he would have seen through the deception.
Had he not clung to her so fiercely, delaying her escape for millennia, she would have vanished the day after obtaining the pearl, just as she eventually did.
As for the rumors outside, none held a shred of truth. They were merely wild speculations, growing more absurd with each retelling.
But the Nine Nether Emperor no longer had the will to address them.
"What now?"
"The trail for the pearl has gone cold. Where do we even start looking?"
"The Nine Nether Emperor searched for a thousand years and found nothing. What if someone’s already used it?" Da Huang asked worriedly after they left the hall.
"Used?"
"No one but me can use it."
"But then why go through such lengths to obtain it?"
"What’s the purpose?" Chen Chang'an couldn’t make sense of it.
"Could it be... for you?"
Da Huang’s words left Chen Chang'an even more bewildered. For him?
Aside from his master, who would go to such extremes for his sake?
Where there’s strangeness, there’s a scheme—and this situation had indeed taken a bizarre turn.
"Could the Nine Nether Emperor be lying to you? Maybe he doesn’t want his disgraceful deeds to spread?" After a moment, Da Huang voiced another suspicion.
Lying?
Chen Chang'an didn’t think so. A figure like the Nine Nether Emperor had no reason to lie—nor would he stoop to it.
"Stop guessing wildly."
"This pearl is undoubtedly coveted by someone with ill intentions."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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】
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?"
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!
