Qifeng Valley
Chen Chang'an had initially thought this was just an ordinary place inhabited by common folk, but to his surprise, it turned out to be home to quite a few formidable experts.
Could it be that Qifeng Valley was actually one of the more powerful factions within the Flowing Cloud Domain?
Yet, among the forces mentioned by the sect master of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect, Qifeng Valley didn’t seem to be listed. Were they simply keeping a low profile?
Or were they beneath the notice of the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect?
But Chen Chang'an could sense it—there were Immortal Kings in Qifeng Valley, and not just one.
Could it be that his past self had never offended anyone here, which was why the Nine Clouds Immortal Sect’s leader hadn’t mentioned this place?
"Bastard!"
"Don’t you know the rules of our Qifeng Valley?"
"How dare you bring an outsider back? And into our home, no less?"
"If the other families find out, they’ll come knocking on our door!"
The old man, who should have been the grandfather, was now being scolded like a misbehaving child.
"Grandfather, don’t be angry. Anger harms the body. I had my reasons for doing this."
Well, well.
So he really was the grandson!
"Reasons?"
"What possible reasons could you have?"
"I think you’ve grown too bold, daring to defy the rules set by everyone."
"I… I…"
The grandfather of the old man—perhaps due to his cultivation level, appearing only middle-aged—was in the middle of berating him when suddenly, he choked on his words, collapsed to the ground, and stopped moving.
Seeing this, the old man’s heart lurched. He rushed over in panic, crying out, "Grandfather! Grandfather, what’s wrong?"
"Grandfather, don’t scare me like this!"
"Someone, please save my grandfather!"
Hereditary!
This was definitely hereditary!
The scene was identical to when Chen Chang'an had first met that grandfather and grandson pair—except this time, the one calling for help was the former grandfather, and the one lying unconscious was his own grandfather.
"Let me take a look."
"Yes, yes! You’re the miracle doctor! Please save my grandfather!"
Hearing Chen Chang'an’s words, the old man snapped back to reality—there was a ready-made miracle doctor right here.
Chen Chang'an seized this opportunity to examine whether these people were truly afflicted by the influence of Death Law fragments, causing such bizarre illnesses.
"It really is!"
Placing his hand on the man’s body, Chen Chang'an pretended to treat him while actually inspecting his condition.
Sure enough, there was a trace of Death Energy within his body, identical to the Death Law power Chen Chang'an wielded.
Without a doubt, there must be a Death Law fragment hidden somewhere in Qifeng Valley!
"Hmm?"
Chen Chang'an initially tried to extract the Death Law energy, only to find it impossible to draw out.
"Fine, I’ll use Life Law instead."
The Death Law energy in the man’s body wasn’t particularly strong—it only flared up at specific moments. Otherwise, these people would have long since perished.
As Chen Chang'an channeled Life Law energy from his left hand into the man’s body, the latter slowly opened his eyes.
"I… survived?"
His eyes flickered with excitement and relief. The sensation of teetering on the brink of death had convinced him he was done for.
"Grandfather! Grandfather, you’re alright!" He Xiao exclaimed joyfully.
"I… I’m fine. I pulled through."
"No, you didn’t pull through—the miracle doctor saved you."
"Oh? Miracle doctor?"
He Bi glanced at his grandson, then noticed Chen Chang'an standing nearby.
"Was it really you who saved me just now?"
"Do you have a way to cure the strange illness plaguing our people?"
"Grandfather, now you see I wasn’t fooling around, right?"
"This man—a healer with boundless compassion, possessing peerless medical skills yet seeking no reward, only wishing to save lives."
"In all my years, I’ve never met someone so selflessly virtuous."
"A true role model for us all!"
He Xiao was practically gushing, ready to sing Chen Chang'an’s praises to the heavens.
"No, no."
"I don’t deserve such praise."
"I merely did what little I could to help those in suffering."
"It’s the duty of all who study medicine." Chen Chang'an waved his hands humbly, feigning modesty.
"See, Grandfather? Just look at him!"
"Such character, such awareness—"
"Get out of the way."
He Bi shoved He Xiao aside and hurried over to Chen Chang'an, his face alight with excitement.
"Miracle doctor, come with me. I’ll take you to meet my grandfather."
Huh?
What the—?
Do you people just mass-produce grandfathers or something?
How many grandfathers are there?
"Grandfather, your grandfather took them away."
"Yes, my grandfather is taking them to see his grandfather."
He Bi led Chen Chang'an to his grandfather, who, upon hearing that Chen Chang'an could cure the illness, immediately dragged him off to meet his own grandfather…
After this dizzying chain of introductions, even Chen Chang'an—let alone Da Huang and Yi Tuo—was thoroughly confused.
Who was whose grandfather? And whose grandfather was whose?
"You… whose grandfather are you? Please don’t tell me you’re taking me to meet your grandfather too?" Chen Chang'an was starting to lose track.
"I am the Ancestor of the He Family. I have no grandfather left."
"I heard you have a way to treat our strange illness?" The He Family Ancestor asked gravely.
"Before coming here, I wasn’t certain. But now, I can confirm—I can cure it." Chen Chang'an nodded confidently.
"Grandfather, I just heard from my grandson that his grandson’s grandson’s grandson fell ill and was cured by this man."
"Good, good!"
"After nearly a million years, Qifeng Valley’s mysterious illness can finally be treated!"
Hearing the He Family Ancestor’s words, Chen Chang'an found it odd. While others might be affected, the Ancestor was an Immortal King—could even he fall victim to this?
"Do you also suffer from this illness?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"I don’t know!"
"That’s the strangest part—no one knows who will be struck by it."
"But once it flares up, nine out of ten people die."
"And I’ve noticed that the stronger the cultivator, the higher the chance of death."
Chen Chang'an nodded in understanding. The Death Law was an advanced force—ironically, it was gentler on ordinary folk. But for cultivators, once Death Law energy invaded their bodies, the damage was far more severe!
"I can cure you all, but there’s something you must agree to."
"What is it?"
"Grant me unrestricted movement within Qifeng Valley. No one is to stop me, no matter where I go."
"I need to find the source of this illness."
At this, the He Family Ancestor frowned. While this was a good thing, Qifeng Valley wasn’t his alone to govern.
"Ancestor, trouble!"
"The other three families are at our doorstep!"
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?!
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!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
