Witnessing the scene before him, Chen Chang'an couldn't help but frown.
The bystanders who had initially gathered to watch the spectacle now surged toward the group of monks, throwing punches and kicks. Some even threw themselves onto the monks, biting and tearing at their flesh as if to devour them alive.
Oppression inevitably breeds resistance.
Yet, in a world where strength reigns supreme, resistance often ends in failure.
Without power, how can one resist?
These people were nothing more than ordinary folk—powerless, incapable of even mounting a rebellion.
They might find satisfaction today, but what about tomorrow?
What would become of them?
Chen Chang'an was no saint, nor did he fancy himself a hero destined to save the world.
No matter what he did, it would be futile. Even if he slaughtered every monk today, what then?
Sooner or later, new demons and monsters would emerge.
They could only save themselves. Without strength, they would forever remain at the bottom of this world, trampled underfoot.
"Da Huang, let's go," Chen Chang'an said indifferently.
"Where to? The Great Hidden Temple?" Da Huang asked curiously.
"Why would we go there?"
"Well…"
"I suppose there’s no real need."
Da Huang pondered. If Chen Chang'an went to the Great Hidden Temple, the only thing he’d do was wipe it out.
But what good would destroying one temple do?
This land was teeming with temples. If the Great Hidden Temple fell, there would still be the Small Hidden Temple, the Medium Hidden Temple…
"Great One, don’t leave!"
"Great One!"
"Please, help us!"
"You—you’re so powerful, surely you can aid us, right?"
Seeing Chen Chang'an about to depart, many rushed to surround him.
Kneeling on the ground, they pleaded desperately. Chen Chang'an frowned, waving his hand to lift them all back to their feet.
"I can help you for a moment, but not for a lifetime."
"If you wish to escape your plight, you must either grow stronger or flee far from here."
"If I destroy the Great Hidden Temple for you today, will the Buddhist order vanish?"
"Even if the entire Buddhist order disappeared, would another force just like it not rise in its place?"
"Relying on others is no match for relying on yourself."
"If you lack the will to resist, no one can save you."
His words left the crowd deep in thought.
Easier said than done. How could they possibly grow stronger?
They were just ordinary people. How long would it take for them to escape their suffering?
"Great One, we understand what you’re saying, but how can we even try?"
"With the Buddhist order flourishing, temples are everywhere."
"What path is left for common folk to better themselves?"
"Should we all join the Buddhist order, learn their powerful arts, and then overthrow them?"
"It’s not that we don’t want to—we simply… can’t."
Powerless. A cruel truth, but reality nonetheless.
"Maybe just help them a little? Since we’ve already stumbled upon this mess."
"How far they go will depend on their own efforts."
Help?
How?
"Here are two cultivation manuals. They’re not the best, but they should suffice for you."
"Anyone who wishes to practice them may do so."
"How far you progress depends on yourselves."
"I will destroy the Great Hidden Temple. Your time is limited—use it well."
Chen Chang'an tossed down two King-rank manuals, then left with Da Huang for the Great Hidden Temple.
The crowd stared at the manuals on the ground, hearts swelling with excitement. By the time they snapped out of their daze, Chen Chang'an was already gone.
"Benefactor!"
"Our savior!"
"This is a true saint!"
"What nonsense about ‘Buddha’s mercy’ and ‘salvation for all’—those monks are nothing but liars!"
"What a shame… we don’t even know his name."
"We must train hard. If fate allows, we’ll repay this kindness one day."
"Wait—what about that couple who left earlier? We should stop them too. No matter where they go, strength is their only hope."
"I know them. I’ll go find them now."
As the crowd buzzed with gratitude, Chen Chang'an and Da Huang arrived at the Great Hidden Temple.
A sacred Buddhist site—yet the sounds of revelry and debauchery echoed from within.
"What a fine ‘Buddhist’ temple!"
"Tell me, is this a monastery or a brothel?" Chen Chang'an sneered.
"Never thought they’d have more fun than me."
"Too bad I’m just a dog."
"But if old monk Zhengyuan saw this, would he be furious… or join in?" Da Huang grinned mischievously.
"First furious, then devastated… and then, yes, he’d join them," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
"Fair point."
Da Huang nodded in agreement.
"Let’s just wipe it out. No need to step inside."
Chen Chang'an had no desire to enter, lest he taint his own eyes.
With a mere thought, countless sword energies erupted from his body.
"Annihilate."
At his command, the sword energies surged toward the Great Hidden Temple.
By the time the monks inside realized what was happening, it was already too late.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions drew the attention of many, their gazes turning toward the temple.
"It’s the Benefactor!"
"It must be him!"
"Has he already struck the Great Hidden Temple?"
"Will he be in danger?"
"Let’s go! Even if we can’t do much, we should still help however we can!"
"Right! If the Benefactor’s in trouble, we’ll fight with everything we’ve got. What’s there to fear now?"
"Everyone, together!"
The oppressed masses, for the first time, prepared to take up arms and resist.
Inspired, more and more people joined their ranks.
But by the time they reached the Great Hidden Temple, Chen Chang'an was long gone.
All that remained was a field of ruins—not a single survivor.
"All… all dead?"
"Incredible! The Benefactor’s power is truly terrifying!"
"He must be no ordinary man—someone of transcendent strength."
"Could he be like the Holy Buddha of the Heavenly Sound Temple?"
"Absolutely. He clearly despises the Buddhist order. Perhaps… he came here specifically to destroy it and save us."
"Damn it! Damn it all! We don’t even know his name!"
"Don’t worry. I can paint. I remember his face—I’ll make a portrait."
"Even without a name, we can enshrine his image."
"Yes! That’s perfect!"
"Let us worship the Benefactor’s portrait. He alone is worthy of our reverence!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
