"Big bro, am I sick?"
"I feel like I'm about to die."
"My whole body is weak, I have no energy, and the world seems so much darker."
Da Huang lay sprawled on the ground, utterly lifeless, his eyes glazed over as if he had lost all interest in living—even the joy of existence itself had faded.
"What's wrong with him?"
Yi Tuo was curious. Da Huang was usually so lively, so why had he been so downcast these past few days?
Was it just because of the dog chain?
But now that Little Earthworm had returned to its true form and they were all eating together, why was Da Huang still unhappy?
"Don’t mind him. He’s just bored out of his mind."
"As the saying goes, 'When well-fed and warm, lustful thoughts arise.' He’s not sick—he’s just missing the brothel."
Chen Chang'an knew Da Huang all too well. He could see right through the bastard’s schemes with a single glance.
This so-called "lifelessness"? Just nostalgia for the brothel.
"Big bro, you really get me."
"It’s been so, so long since I last visited a brothel."
"You know me—I’m a sentimental guy."
"And I’m so kind-hearted. If I can’t go and help those poor girls, my conscience won’t rest."
Hearing Da Huang’s words, Yi Tuo and Little Earthworm were puzzled. What was this "brothel" place, and why was Da Huang so obsessed with it?
"I don’t like going to those kinds of places."
"Do you think either of them can take you there?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smirk.
Them?
Da Huang glanced at Yi Tuo and Little Earthworm, suddenly missing Xiao Yao deeply. If only Xiao Yao were here—his shapeshifting skills were top-notch.
"Yi Tuo, you’ve been out in the world for a while now. Can you turn into a human?"
"If you can, I’ll take you out for some fun."
"Guaranteed to make you never want to leave."
Turn into a human?
Yi Tuo considered it and decided to give it a try. But no matter how he twisted and transformed, he couldn’t quite pull off a full human appearance.
"Nope, still not quite there."
"I don’t know why, but turning into a human is the hardest."
"Guess I can’t go have fun with you," Yi Tuo grumbled.
"I can."
Suddenly, Little Earthworm shot Da Huang a teasing look, as if saying, Beg me. Go on, beg me.
"I don’t believe you!"
Da Huang scoffed, giving Little Earthworm a disdainful side-eye. They were both divine beasts—if he couldn’t transform, how could this little brat who’d just been born?
No way he’d fall for that trick!
Want him to beg?
Dream on!
"Alright, we’ve eaten enough."
"It’s time to get moving."
"Da Huang, stop overthinking it. Do you even think there’s a brothel in a place like this?"
Chen Chang'an shook his head helplessly, gave Da Huang a light kick, and then continued their journey.
The Cloudflow Domain was vast, and reaching Skypride City wasn’t something they could do in just a day or two.
After about two more months of travel, even Chen Chang'an was growing weary of the endless journey. He decided to stop at a bustling city nearby to rest.
"This place is huge."
"Feels even bigger than Skypride City back in the Profound Heaven Domain."
"Did we already arrive?"
Once inside the city, Da Huang was practically vibrating with excitement, his eyes darting around—though his focus was unmistakably fixed on one thing: the brothel.
"Why do I feel like everyone’s staring at us?" Yi Tuo noticed that as soon as they entered, the townsfolk were eyeing them strangely.
Admittedly, their bizarre group was quite the spectacle.
"Big bro, big bro! I see the brothel!"
"Holy crap, it’s massive—"
"Shut up, you’re embarrassing me."
Da Huang’s outburst left the surrounding onlookers stunned. Some even burst out laughing.
To them, a dog getting this excited about a brothel could only mean one thing: its owner was a frequent visitor.
So naturally, they didn’t blame Da Huang—they blamed Chen Chang'an.
"So this is a brothel?"
"It really is huge."
"Big bro, are we going in?"
Chen Chang'an had stopped Da Huang, but Yi Tuo’s innocent question only cemented the townspeople’s assumptions.
Tch.
So young, so handsome—and already a brothel regular!
"It’s not like I want to go!"
Chen Chang'an glanced around at the judging stares and shrugged helplessly.
"Hmph."
The crowd responded with cold, disbelieving snorts. Yeah, right.
"Ugh."
"My reputation is ruined..."
"Big bro, you never had a reputation to begin with. In the Cloudflow Domain, your name isn’t exactly... stellar," Da Huang added, twisting the knife.
"Hey, hey, everyone, quiet down—let me say something—"
"Shut up. The dog chain doesn’t get a say."
"Damn it..."
To avoid further embarrassment and chaos, Chen Chang'an quickly had Yi Tuo pick up the pace, settling them into a decent-looking inn.
What he didn’t notice was the figure standing outside the inn—a man with a grim expression, his gaze locked onto Chen Chang'an.
After a long moment, as if confirming Chen Chang'an’s lodging, the man finally turned and left.
He rushed back home, ignoring the odd looks from others, and hurried straight to a secluded courtyard.
"Qi Fang, requesting an audience with the Ancestor."
"I sensed your panic from afar. What’s happened?"
"Ancestor... he has appeared!"
He has appeared?
At those words, the Ancestor of the Qi Family materialized before Qi Fang in an instant.
"You’re certain it’s him?"
"Absolutely. I couldn’t possibly mistake him."
"I saw him when he visited our family all those years ago."
"No doubt about it—he’s staying at an inn right now."
"Though... I don’t think he realizes this is Qi Family territory."
The Ancestor of the Qi Family smiled. After all these years of waiting, he had finally returned.
"Go."
"You, personally."
"Bring him back to the Qi Family."
"I’ve waited too long for this. It’s time to settle our old debts."
Qi Fang nodded. "Understood. But what if he—"
"I don’t care how you do it. Just get him here."
"Now go!"
"Yes!"
Once Qi Fang left, the Ancestor of the Qi Family couldn’t contain his excitement.
"How should I... properly welcome this old friend of mine?"
"Ha ha ha!"
"I’ll have to... prepare something special."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
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?"
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?!
