The appearance of Chen Chang'an instantly drew everyone's attention—there was no helping it, he was simply too flashy and eye-catching.
"Brother, may I ask who you are?"
"Do you have an invitation?"
A disciple of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect stopped Chen Chang'an, inquiring whether he had an invitation.
An invitation?
Chen Chang'an smiled and nodded, then pulled out an invitation and handed it over.
The disciple glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed one of their issued invitations. With a smile, he said, "I truly didn’t expect the elder of the Beiyuan Immortal Sect to be so young."
"Please, come in."
"Alright!"
As for the invitation, it was nothing more than one Chen Chang'an had casually snatched along the way.
Once inside the Hunyuan Immortal Sect, Chen Chang'an headed straight for the wedding venue.
"Big bro, why not wait until the critical moment to make a sudden appearance?"
"Wouldn’t that be even more impressive?" Da Huang asked curiously.
"No need."
"That would just take away from the fun."
"Let’s enjoy the show first. I’m curious to see just how capable this impostor really is," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
"Fine, then where should we sit?"
"We can’t actually sit with the Beiyuan Immortal Sect, or we’ll be recognized."
"Just find a random spot to watch from."
"Got it."
Chen Chang'an found a secluded corner and sat down quietly, waiting for the wedding to begin.
Before long, the patriarch and sect leader of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect appeared before the crowd, and all the guests immediately stood to greet them.
In the past, these two might not have commanded such respect, but times had changed—the Hunyuan Immortal Sect had now latched onto Chen Chang'an’s coattails. Who would dare show them any disrespect?
Seeing this, the patriarch and sect leader were overjoyed—this kind of treatment was finally theirs.
"We sincerely thank all of you for gracing us with your presence today on this momentous occasion for our Hunyuan Immortal Sect."
"Here, I, Wen, express my deepest gratitude."
Hearing this, the guests quickly responded, "Patriarch Wen, you’re too kind. It’s our honor to attend such an event."
"Indeed, it’s truly our honor. To be honest, we’re quite envious. Who would’ve thought that Miss Wen would find such a perfect match in Chen Chang'an?"
"Hahaha, congratulations indeed!"
"Congratulations, Patriarch Wen! Double happiness!"
"By the way, where are Miss Wen and Young Master Chen? Why haven’t the bride and groom appeared yet?"
At these words, the expressions of the patriarch and sect leader flickered slightly, though they quickly regained their composure.
Neither of them had expected Chen Chang'an to be so unreliable.
Couldn’t he hold back even on his wedding day? Did he really have to indulge in a romp at a time like this?
"Hahaha!"
"Well, it is a joyous occasion, and the newlyweds must be feeling a bit nervous."
"Besides, their love is at its peak right now—it’s only natural they’d want to share some private words."
"Don’t worry, everyone, they’ll be here shortly."
"Today, we’ve prepared a lavish feast for all of you."
"As cultivators, we don’t stand on ceremony too much."
"Please, eat and drink to your heart’s content."
"Enjoy yourselves!"
Though the guests found this explanation a bit odd, they didn’t voice any objections.
After all, as cultivators, they weren’t overly concerned with formalities.
If the hosts said so, then there was no need to hold back.
"Big bro, should we… grab some food first?" Da Huang eyed the spread on the table, unable to resist licking his lips.
"Didn’t you pack enough stuff earlier? Still not satisfied?"
"Why are you so greedy?"
"Speaking of which, where did Yi Tuo and Little Earthworm go?"
"Why have they been missing since earlier?"
Hearing this, Da Huang grinned and said, "I gave them an important mission."
"They’re the perfect ones for the job."
An important mission?
What mischief were these three up to now?
Just as Chen Chang'an was about to ask, Yi Tuo returned first.
"Big bro, holy smokes, those two are really going at it."
"The scene—whew, I can’t even find the words to describe it."
"Bloody intense," Yi Tuo exaggerated.
Bloody intense?
What happened? Did they start fighting?
"You mean, right before the wedding, those two… got busy?"
"Yi Tuo, how do you even know about this stuff?"
"What exactly did you do at the brothel?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Big bro, what could I do? I’m just a turtle."
"Back in the Chiyue Secret Realm, I absorbed a lot of souls, and those memories came from them."
"Tsk tsk, gotta say, it’s pretty thrilling—just not really relevant to me."
"Big bro, do you think someone like me can ever find happiness?"
Yi Tuo’s sudden existential question left Chen Chang'an stunned. Happiness?
You’re a damn energy entity—what do you need happiness for?
Where am I supposed to find another one like you for you to fall in love with?
"So you just sent it to eavesdrop?" Chen Chang'an gave Da Huang a helpless look.
"Of course not."
"Yi Tuo, show him."
"On it!"
Seeing the mischievous grins on their faces, Chen Chang'an grew intrigued. Were they preparing some kind of surprise gift for him?
Chen Chang'an wasn’t entirely sure what other special abilities Yi Tuo had.
But soon, he found out.
And not just him—everyone present found out.
"Chang'an gege, you… slow down."
"Chang'an gege, you’re so amazing."
"Chang'an gege…"
Wen Xiuxiu’s voice echoed in the ears of everyone present, turning the faces of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect members green while the other guests wore expressions of sheer astonishment.
"Outrageous!"
"Who dares cause trouble at such an important event for our Hunyuan Immortal Sect?"
"Who is it?"
"Trying to ruin our Xiuxiu’s reputation?"
"And slander Chen Chang'an’s name?"
"Show yourself! Don’t hide like a coward!"
The patriarch of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect reacted swiftly, framing the incident as a deliberate act of sabotage by someone seeking revenge.
The other guests weren’t entirely sure what the two had been up to, but hearing this explanation, they found it somewhat plausible.
"What audacity!"
"Daring to stir trouble at the Hunyuan Immortal Sect?"
"Could it be an enemy of Chen Chang'an?"
"Chen Chang'an doesn’t have enemies. More likely, someone is jealous of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect and wants to tarnish the reputations of Chen Chang'an and Wen Xiuxiu at such a crucial moment."
"Exactly, that must be it."
"How despicable! Who could be behind this?"
The crowd glared around furiously, especially the members of the Hunyuan Immortal Sect, who were itching to find the culprit.
"Da Huang, I like this gift of yours."
"Got anything even more explosive?" Chen Chang'an asked with a grin.
"Big bro, trust me—of course I do."
"The real show has only just begun!"
"Yi Tuo, keep strutting your stuff!"
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."
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.”
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
