The main hall doors slowly swung shut, completely sealing away the room’s wanton springtime scenes—and Shen Qingshuang’s barely restrained moans.
Standing outside the hall, the innocent, lively smile on Ying’er’s charming face rapidly receded like the tide. In its place was an icy indifference toward all living things, an air of lofty superiority, and even a hint of coldness so terrifying that it made the soul tremble.
Her goose-yellow dress snapped in the wind. Within her seemingly cultivation-less body, a terrifying power lay faintly dormant—power enough to bring the heavens and myriad worlds crashing down.
“Sister Qingshuang has already been sent inside. My husband’s pent-up frustration these past few days should finally be eased a little.”
Ying’er murmured softly, then turned her gaze toward the deepest part of Sword God Palace, toward the gloomy dungeon that had never seen daylight.
“But if I want to make my husband truly happy, I’ll need to find him a suitable little toy.”
The corners of Ying’er’s lips curled into a cruel, playful smile. With the slightest sway of her figure, she transformed into specks of light and ignored the hundreds and thousands of restrictions within Sword God Palace—each one powerful enough to slaughter a cultivator at the Great Ascension Stage—as she descended directly into the blood-soaked, despair-filled dungeon.
“Tap… tap… tap…”
The sound of her light footsteps echoed through the dark, damp passageway.
Ying’er stopped before the first cell.
The cell’s door, forged from mystic ice iron, was like nothing more than an illusion before her. It soundlessly crumbled into dust.
In a shadowy corner, Ye Qingcheng—her vitality drained by Ye Xuan until she resembled a withered old woman—was curled up amid a pool of filthy blood like a dying maggot.
After enduring tens of thousands of years in an endless hell within the reincarnation illusion, her body continued to convulse uncontrollably even now that the illusion had paused. From her throat came hoarse, unpleasant groans like the wheezing of a broken bellows.
Hearing the footsteps, Ye Qingcheng struggled to open her murky, bloodshot old eyes.
When she saw the young girl standing outside the cell, dressed in yellow and radiantly beautiful like a celestial maiden descended from the Ninth Heaven, her frail, battered body suddenly shuddered.
She recognized this girl.
Just a few days earlier, when Lord Ye Xuan had descended upon Sword God Palace, this same girl had obediently followed behind him like the lowliest sword attendant.
At the time, everyone had assumed she was merely a powerless ornament Ye Xuan kept—a songbird in a cage meant to warm his bed.
But now, from Ying’er’s seemingly clear yet bottomless eyes, Ye Qingcheng sensed a terrifying abyss that made even a mighty expert like herself feel her scalp prickle.
“I never imagined… cough, cough… I never imagined that you were the one hiding your true nature the deepest…”
Coughing blood, Ye Qingcheng fixed Ying’er with a stare and spoke in a hoarse, broken voice. Deep within her cloudy eyes, an extremely twisted jealousy and resentment erupted.
“You… you’re not only still untouched—you possess such terrifying strength as well… Just who are you?!”
Ye Qingcheng hated her.
The purity she had once been so proud of, the cultivation that had once placed her high above all others—before this unfathomable girl, they were nothing more than a complete joke.
Yet in the face of Ye Qingcheng’s hysterical jealousy, Ying’er did not show the slightest trace of anger.
Ying'er merely brushed away a speck of dust from the hem of her skirt. An utterly helpless—almost innocent—expression surfaced on her exquisite face as she let out a soft sigh.
“I couldn’t help it. I hid my true strength because I was afraid of frightening my husband.”
Ying’er’s voice was sweet, yet it was like the sharpest blade of ice, piercing straight through Ye Qingcheng’s heart.
“My husband has gone through countless reincarnations and suffered so much. He has seen far too many women like you—women who rely on their cultivation to look down on everyone else, arrogant and untouchable. If I had revealed from the start that I possessed the power to destroy entire realms, he would have felt uncomfortable.”
Tilting her head as she looked at Ye Qingcheng, Ying’er’s eyes were filled with a deep affection that seemed only natural to her.
“As long as I can make my husband feel at ease—make him feel safe—then even if I had to conceal my cultivation, or even disperse all my power and become a mortal, I would gladly do so.”
Upon hearing those words, Ye Qingcheng snapped like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.
“Shut up! Shut up!”
Ye Qingcheng glared at her resentfully, her withered hands clawing desperately at the ground. Even as her nails flipped and tore away, she seemed completely unaware of the pain.
In a shriek as harrowing as a vengeful ghost’s wail, she roared:
“I’m the same as you! My body is pure—I have never betrayed my husband!”
“It’s only because of my Nine Yin Mystic Seductive Physique that the inheritance of the Heavenly Desire Sect placed a Great Dao restriction on me, leaving me unable to speak of it! I had my reasons!”
Ye Qingcheng frantically defended herself, trying to salvage even the tiniest shred of pitiful dignity before the girl.
Yet, seeing her crazed refusal to repent, Ying’er merely shook her head with pity.
“If it were me...”
At that moment, Ying’er’s gaze became incomparably resolute and pure.
“I would never have accepted the Heavenly Desire Sect’s inheritance in the first place.”
“You’re lying!”
Ye Qingcheng screamed furiously, her shriveled chest heaving violently.
“You have such terrifying talent and such an exalted background—you were born standing above the clouds! But what about me? I was nothing but an ordinary person, a worthless four-spirit-root failure!”
“This cultivation world is so cruel. I could only do this if I wanted to defy fate and change my destiny! If I hadn’t accepted that inheritance, was I supposed to turn to dust alongside my husband?”
Facing Ye Qingcheng’s furious outburst, Ying’er’s eyes instantly turned cold.
The temperature within the prison plummeted to freezing. A suffocating, terrifying pressure filled the air, forcing Ye Qingcheng’s aged body into the muddy water. Moving even a single finger became an impossible luxury.
Ying’er looked down at her from above, the smile on her lips turning into a chilling sneer.
“Defy fate and change your destiny?”
“And the price was making my husband suffer a fate worse than death, in unimaginable agony? What did his dignity mean to you?”
Ying’er’s voice was not loud, yet it resounded like rolling thunder, exploding through Ye Qingcheng’s mind.
“You keep claiming it was all for your husband, yet you stood by and watched him kneel in the pouring rain for your sake—watched him have his bones broken and his dignity trampled by the vermin you attracted! Your so-called helplessness is nothing more than the most disgusting excuse you could find to satisfy your twisted obsession with immortality and possessiveness!”
“No! That’s not true!”
Ye Qingcheng still cried out in defiance. Tears mingled with blood as they streamed down her aged face, deeply furrowed with wrinkles.
“He was the one being unreasonable! He has no idea how much I sacrificed for him!”
“I bore the scorn of the ages. I swallowed every grievance in silence. I fought desperately to navigate around all those men, all to preserve my chastity for him! Why couldn’t he understand my good intentions?”
“Clap, clap, clap...”
Ying'er gave a light round of applause, her gaze fixed on Ye Qingcheng as though she were the most pitiful clown in the world.
She shook her head, her tone dripping with contempt.
“Stop congratulating yourself.”
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?"
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."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
