"Who would have thought the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect would stumble upon such fortune?"
"Indeed, it’s truly enviable. With this, even the dogs and chickens of the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect will rise to the heavens."
"A great opportunity—this is a genuine stroke of destiny."
"Ah, who could’ve guessed the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect would latch onto Chen Chang'an’s coattails?"
"Exactly! He’s the top-ranked prodigy on the Heavenly Proud Rankings, even surpassing the former unrivaled genius, Ye Beixuan."
"And I heard even Ye Beixuan acknowledged Chen Chang'an as his elder brother."
"Incredible, absolutely unbelievable. Why would Chen Chang'an take an interest in the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect?"
"Even heroes falter before beauty—it’s natural. What man isn’t tempted by allure?"
"Hahaha, you’ve hit the nail on the head!"
Hearing the chatter around them, Da Huang and the other two were utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?
"Big Bro… what have you been doing behind our backs?"
"Don’t tell me you’ve already mastered the art of cloning?"
"Your main body travels with us while a clone goes out to indulge?"
"That’s… unethical."
"Why didn’t I think of such a brilliant trick?"
"But can someone at the Celestial Immortal Realm even create clones?"
"Why can’t I do it?" Da Huang grumbled in frustration.
"Did your brain get fried?"
"Can’t you see what’s happening?"
"Someone’s impersonating me to swindle people," Chen Chang'an said with a sigh.
Impersonating him?
Was this person out of their mind? How could anyone dare to pull such a stunt? Weren’t they afraid of being exposed?
"I don’t get it."
"Big Bro, what’s this guy thinking? Why would he impersonate you?"
"And isn’t it way too easy to expose him?" Da Huang frowned.
"You understand nothing. Let me ask you—how vast is the Ancient Immortal Domain?"
"If we hadn’t passed by, would we have even heard about this?"
"News travels slowly here. By the time the truth comes out, years would’ve passed."
"By then, he’d have already milked all the benefits, taken every advantage."
"Once he’s had his fill, he’ll vanish, change his name, and disappear into the vastness of the Ancient Immortal Domain. Who the hell would ever find him?" Chen Chang'an said coldly.
"Fair point, but the risk is insane."
"Just faking strength alone isn’t easy."
"And wouldn’t others be suspicious?"
"Wouldn’t they test him?"
Da Huang thought impersonation was downright idiotic. This wasn’t the mortal world—pretending to be someone else, especially a top-tier figure, was no simple feat.
Even if people didn’t know Chen Chang'an’s exact appearance, his cultivation and combat prowess were impossible to replicate.
His low realm but monstrous strength was something no imposter could mimic.
"I don’t know the details."
"But right now, the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect has clearly fallen for it."
"Worse yet, this bastard is about to marry their eldest daughter in my name."
"How could the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect be this stupid?"
If he hadn’t heard about it, he might’ve let it slide. But now that he knew, he couldn’t ignore it.
This was tarnishing his reputation—Chen Chang'an’s reputation. And while he didn’t exactly have a spotless name, there was a world of difference between ruining it himself and letting someone else do it.
"Big Bro, are you planning to go to the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect and expose this fraud?" Da Huang asked.
"Obviously. Or else, what if some kid shows up later claiming I’m the father? What the hell did I do to deserve that?"
"I have no interest in being a cuckold."
"Though, I’m more curious—how the hell did the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s so-called geniuses get duped?"
"Did they lose their brains to a dog?" Chen Chang'an muttered.
"Big Bro, I don’t eat human brains."
"Yeah, you eat human shit."
"..."
"Damn, Da Huang’s that hardcore?"
"Shut the hell up. If you’re gonna kiss ass, at least do it right."
Ignoring Da Huang, Chen Chang'an walked over and casually squatted beside the gossiping crowd.
"Folks, sounds like you’re discussing something interesting."
"Where exactly is this Mixed Origin Immortal Sect located?"
"What do you want? Planning to crash their grand event?"
"This isn’t something just anyone can attend."
"Give it up. Don’t daydream."
Clearly, they didn’t take Chen Chang'an seriously. The Mixed Origin Immortal Sect was already formidable, and now with Chen Chang'an’s "backing," this wedding was shaping up to be an extravagant affair.
Only the elite and influential would be invited.
Ordinary folks wouldn’t even get a chance to spectate.
"So, do you know where it is or not?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
"Knowing or not knowing—what’s it to you?"
"Kid, why won’t you take the hint?"
"Even if we tell you, you can’t go. Just live your life."
"Stop chasing fantasies."
Chen Chang'an sighed. He was just asking for directions—who asked for their life advice?
Know it or don’t, but stop wasting his time.
As he turned to leave, one of them called out to him.
"Young man, you really want to go?"
"I know where the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect is."
"Head southwest from here—about half a month’s journey."
"Are you sure you want to go?"
Chen Chang'an glanced at the man and smirked.
"Just want to see the spectacle. I’m curious what kind of skills this ‘Chen Chang'an’ really has."
The others frowned at his words. Why did that sound so confrontational?
Did this guy have a grudge against Chen Chang'an?
But Chen Chang'an was the top-ranked prodigy, with strength rivaling an Immortal Emperor!
"You’re not planning to cause trouble, are you?"
"Don’t drag me into this. If they find out I told you—"
"I can’t handle the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect’s retaliation."
Chen Chang'an chuckled. "Relax. They won’t come after you. In fact, they’ll thank you."
Huh?
Thank him?
What did that mean?
"Wait, brother, what do you mean by that?"
Everyone stared at him in confusion.
Chen Chang'an grinned.
"Because my name is also Chen Chang'an."
Silence.
What?
He was also Chen Chang'an?
Did that mean the one at the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect was fake?
"Hold on—what are you—"
"Holy shit!"
"Where’d he go?"
When they turned to question him further, he had already vanished.
"Damn!"
"This is gonna be one hell of a show."
"Was the one at the Mixed Origin Immortal Sect really an impostor?"
"The truth will out. Just wait and see."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
