After Evelyn finished speaking, a crimson light suddenly appeared in her hand.
Luo Wei noticed that the Magic Crystal Stone also lit up alongside her Vampire Magic. Then, a cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted around Evelyn. The mist fused with the liquid evaporated from the suppression potion, materializing and condensing into countless sharp, needle-like forms.
Driven by Evelyn's Vampire Magic, the densely packed crimson needles burst forth.
With a cracking sound, the needles embedded themselves deeply into the wall. If an enemy had been standing there, they would have been turned into a sieve.
After executing this combination technique, Evelyn smiled at Luo Wei.
"How was that?"
Luo Wei looked at the riddled wall and nodded silently.
"Teacher, you're amazing..."
He hadn't expected Evelyn's creativity to surpass his own, combining Vampire Magic, Magic Crystal Stone techniques, and alchemy into a single move.
If he could master this technique, he wouldn't need to engage in close combat. He could simply hide in the shadows and throw needles, instantly reducing the enemy's contamination level.
Seeing Luo Wei's amazed expression, Evelyn's smile grew even more smug.
"Vampire Magic is the unique art of our kind. You still have a lot to learn~"
Luo Wei laughed as he saw her practically floating with pride.
"But... Teacher, how did you pull off that hidden weapon trick just now?" Luo Wei's Vampire Magic was clearly not as refined as Evelyn's, and he reverted to being an eager student.
"It's simple~"
"Do this, then that..."
"See? Easy, right?"
Under her guidance, Luo Wei practiced the control of Vampire Magic more deeply. However, the technique consumed a significant amount of blood, and soon he began to feel dizzy and pale.
Evelyn shook her head as she watched Luo Wei's complexion grow increasingly wan.
"Being this weak at your age isn't good. You need to build up your strength..."
But Luo Wei was determined. He continued to shoot Vampire Magic needles at the wall without pause.
His face grew paler and paler. This fighting style was much more difficult than the Crimson Blade technique. It seemed like he would need a lot more practice...
"Brother..."
Helena looked at Luo Wei's pale face with concern. "You should take a break. You've been at it for hours..."
Her words nearly made Luo Wei choke on his own saliva. Finally, he stopped practicing Vampire Magic.
Evelyn agreed, "There's no need to rush. Becoming as skilled as I am won't happen overnight. After all, I've been using Vampire Magic for who knows how many years."
Luo Wei nodded silently and sat back down on the sofa.
Evelyn looked at him curiously and asked, "By the way, why don't you go to that witch of yours for magic lessons? She's the real expert in this field, isn't she?"
Luo Wei smiled at her. "She's nowhere near as good a teacher as you, Evelyn!"
"Oh, really?" Evelyn gave him a skeptical look, thinking he was just sweet-talking her again.
But Luo Wei nodded earnestly.
Some people are great at learning but not as good at teaching—those are two different skills. Evelyn was a professor at Callen University and their class's acting counselor. When it came to teaching, especially the basics, she was the best.
Of course, there was another, more important reason...
This magic was meant to be used against Tilis. How could he possibly ask her to teach him?
After setting aside the magic lessons, Luo Wei asked Evelyn what news she had gathered.
Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "The coast was quite lively today..."
"Lively?"
Evelyn glanced out the window, slowly closing it, and then whispered,
"Everything was calm a few days ago, but today, a bunch of Wizards suddenly appeared from the island, trying to force their way through. Tilis's people killed them all."
"Have they finally lost their patience?" Luo Wei thought to himself. Tilis had trapped the guild leader's people on the island for half a year. By now, the island's resources must have been completely depleted.
"But this time, something feels off..."
Evelyn frowned and added,
"The number of Wizards trying to escape was much larger than before, but none of them were as strong as the one we saw on our first day here."
"Moreover... they all looked panicked, fleeing like madmen. They must have exhausted their strength trying to break through the magical barriers. Even those who managed to escape were too weak to put up a fight and were easily dealt with by Tilis's people."
Luo Wei pondered this.
Tilis had once told him that there were two magical barriers: one covering the entire island and the other surrounding the town. The barriers she had set up were ancient and powerful, requiring a massive amount of Magic Crystal Stone energy to maintain daily. Even someone as powerful as the guild leader would think twice before trying to break through...
"Even at the risk of being punished by the magical barriers, they still chose to flee..."
"The word 'flee' is apt," Evelyn said quietly. "Something major must have happened on the island. They were willing to take such a risk to escape."
As the two of them were deep in thought, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the house.
Luo Wei and Evelyn exchanged glances. Had more Wizards escaped?
He immediately stood up, called Helena, and the three of them went outside.
There, they saw Tilis's people pinning down a soaking wet Wizard at the foot of the hill. The air was thick with the faint scent of magic.
They had just finished a battle. The fight between the Wizards on the coast had also caught the attention of the townsfolk, and an uneasy atmosphere hung in the air.
As Luo Wei approached, a flash of magical light appeared, and Tilis materialized beside him.
Their eyes met, and she nodded at him.
"What's going on?" Luo Wei asked as he walked over to Tilis.
"I just arrived too..." Tilis rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"Vice Guild Leader!" one of the Wizards called out to Tilis. "This man claims to have important information. He insists on speaking only to you."
"Oh?" Tilis looked down at the disheveled Wizard.
His staff was broken, his face pale from being soaked, and his whole body was trembling violently.
"V-Vice Guild Leader! Lady Tilis!!"
The captive Wizard looked up desperately, his voice hoarse. "Please don't kill me! I can be useful to you. Please spare my life!"
Tilis stared at him emotionlessly. "Tell me what you know first, and then I'll decide whether to kill you or not."
The captive Wizard nodded frantically. "Yes, yes!"
Tilis leaned closer and whispered, "Speak. What happened on the island? Why did you flee?"
The Wizard shuddered as he recalled the events on the island, his face filled with terror.
"The guild leader has gone mad! He's insane! He wants to devour us!!"
Tilis was taken aback. "Devour you? What do you mean?"
But the captive Wizard seemed to have lost all rationality, muttering pleas one after another.
"Please save us! We were deceived by the guild leader. We're not his allies. We never meant to oppose you!"
"There are still many of our comrades on the island! Please have mercy! You must save us!!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”