Again!
Another handful?
Those two mouthfuls just swallowed nearly a hundred Gathering Immortal Pills?
How many immortal spirit stones would that even cost?
This isn’t cultivation—this is outright squandering!
Aren’t you afraid of wrecking your body?
Li Yuntian couldn’t wrap his head around how someone could so recklessly devour pills. After all, excessive pill consumption always came with side effects—draining one’s potential and hindering future achievements.
“Huh, is the energy in these things really this weak?” Chen Chang’an asked, puzzled, as he glanced at Li Yuntian.
Weak?
These might not be top-tier immortal pills, but they were still third-grade. For anyone else at the Quasi-Immortal Realm’s first layer, a single pill would take days to refine. Yet Chen Chang’an, after swallowing so many, actually called them weak?
“Let me have some more.”
“Wait—”
Before Li Yuntian could finish, Chen Chang’an grabbed another handful of Gathering Immortal Pills and tossed them into his mouth.
“What were you about to say?” Chen Chang’an asked, looking at him.
“I was going to say… don’t choke,” Li Yuntian replied with an awkward smile.
“You know what? These things are kinda useful. I just broke through.”
“Quasi-Immortal Realm, second layer.”
“Took some effort,” Chen Chang’an said with a grin.
Second layer?
His cultivation was genuinely at the second layer?
All this time, Li Yuntian had assumed Chen Chang’an was simply concealing his true strength. But now, he’d actually broken through to the second layer?
Did that mean he could effortlessly obliterate a Golden Immortal at its peak while still at the first layer?
What kind of monstrous power was this? No wonder his breakthroughs were so difficult.
“Where in the Profound Heaven Domain is a good place to cultivate?”
“Well, a place suitable for me.”
Hearing this, Li Yuntian shook his head without hesitation. Nowhere. For someone like you, the Profound Heaven Domain isn’t fit.
“Not a single one?”
“Hmm. Then I think I know where to go.”
“The Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect must have top-grade immortal spirit veins. If I absorb all of them, it should give my cultivation a decent boost.”
Chen Chang’an’s muttering shattered Li Yuntian’s worldview. Absorb all the top-grade immortal spirit veins?
“Erm… Senior, I’ll leave you to your cultivation. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Li Yuntian couldn’t stay any longer. Next to Chen Chang’an, he felt like a complete waste—no, even worse than waste.
Just look at this guy’s cultivation methods, then look at mine. No wonder he’s so damn overpowered.
“Maybe… I should try it too?”
Lost in thought, Li Yuntian wondered—could this kind of cultivation really make someone stronger?
“Let’s do it!”
Curiosity killed the cat. The next day, the Li family was in chaos.
“It’s over! The patriarch’s lost his mind and committed suicide!”
“What do we do? Who can save him? Why would he do this?”
“Damn it! What was he thinking, swallowing so many third-grade pills—random ones at that? His body can’t handle this!”
“Waaah! If the patriarch dies, what’ll happen to us?”
“Calm down, everyone! The patriarch didn’t try to kill himself—he was cultivating! He was trying to break through to the Celestial Immortal Realm!”
“Yeah, that’s gotta be it!”
“Oh no! The patriarch’s eyes are rolling back!”
“Quick! Fetch Senior Chen Chang’an! He’s the only one who can save him now!”
“Right! Go get Senior Chen Chang’an!”
Unbeknownst to the Li family, Chen Chang’an had already arrived amid the commotion.
“Pfft.”
“This stuff tastes awful. By the way, what’s wrong with the Li family’s patriarch?” Da Huang spat out a fruit pit and asked curiously.
“Nothing much. Probably wanted to experience my cultivation method.”
“Blew up in his face,” Chen Chang’an said between bites of melon.
“What an idiot,” Da Huang sighed.
“Yeah, pretty dumb. Even mixed random pills together.”
“Guess he got tired of living after so long,” Chen Chang’an chuckled.
“Ah—Senior Chen Chang’an?”
“You’re here?”
“Please, come quick! Our patriarch’s dying!”
“Senior, stop eating! If you keep at it, we’ll have to prepare a funeral feast!”
“Senior, we’ll get you more melons later, okay?”
Seeing the Li family’s panic, Chen Chang’an shook his head with a smile. “This melon’s nothing compared to the spectacle your patriarch’s giving us.”
“First time I’ve seen someone off themselves with pills. Really eye-opening.”
“Senior, please, no jokes! Save our patriarch, or else—once the melon’s ripe, we’ll have to dig a hole and bury him!”
Pfft!
Hearing this, Da Huang burst out laughing. These Li family folks—such filial piety.
“Relax. He’s not dying.”
“Just too much energy clashing inside. Your patriarch can’t control it.”
“Huh? But he can’t control anything! His eyes are rolled back! Stop watching and help him, please!”
Rolled back?
Da Huang grinned. “No big deal. The energy surged up and pushed his eyeballs up. Once it settles, he’ll be fine.”
Huh?
Energy can push eyeballs up?
“Fine, I’ll take a look.”
Chen Chang’an walked over, placed a hand on Li Yuntian’s chest, and dispersed the rampaging energy with a single palm strike.
“There. Done.”
That’s it?
Everyone stared in shock. No one expected it to be so simple.
Meanwhile, Li Yuntian slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the crowd around him, he frowned. “What are you all doing here?”
“Nothing. Just watching you roll your eyes,” Chen Chang’an said, amused.
Rolling eyes?
Oh no.
Li Yuntian finally remembered his idiotic stunt. Now he’d made a complete fool of himself.
“Ahem… Apologies for the embarrassment, Senior.”
“I, uh… had a minor mishap during cultivation,” Li Yuntian said awkwardly.
“No need to explain. Everyone knows.”
“Everyone knows?!”
“Yep. Everyone.”
Seeing the nods around him, Li Yuntian wished he could vanish into the ground.
“Don’t try to copy me. I’m… just a legend.”
With that, Chen Chang’an left with Da Huang in tow.
The Li family members, meanwhile, trembled with suppressed laughter.
“Funny, is it?”
“Think this is hilarious?”
“Scram, all of you! Get the hell out!”
Li Yuntian couldn’t vent at Chen Chang’an, but his own family? Fair game.
“Still here?”
“One more second, and I’ll lose it!”
“Go, go! The patriarch’s about to explode!”
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
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?!
