Demon Palace!
Ji Qingyi dragged her battered body, stumbling back to the depths of the Demon Palace. Along the way, countless evil spirit beings remained silent, with only the Demon Butterfly Evil Emperor staying by her side.
The Demon Butterfly Evil Emperor ultimately halted outside the Demon Palace, watching as Ji Qingyi stepped inside alone.
The moment she entered, an excited voice rang out.
"Evil Emperor Master! Please spare me!"
With a dramatic slide on her knees, a strikingly beautiful figure appeared before the Evil Emperor.
The Human Emperor was clutching Ji Qingyi's robe, looking utterly pitiful.
Yes, this was now the daily life of the Human Emperor—utterly humiliated and reduced to a desperate state. The origin of the Cycle of Reincarnation was nearly completely stripped from her, and once it was fully refined by Ji Qingyi, what chance would she have to survive?
So, the Human Emperor had entirely abandoned her pride.
"Eh?"
Soon, the Human Emperor noticed the abnormalities on Ji Qingyi.
"Ji Qingyi? How were you injured?!?!"
The Human Emperor's eyes widened. Who could possibly harm Ji Qingyi?
After spending hundreds of thousands of years with Ji Qingyi, no one knew the true strength of this Evil Emperor better than she did. Even an unmatched Celestial Emperor would only be suppressed under her hand. If it weren't for the fact that the Human Emperor was still useful to her, she would have been obliterated long ago.
Who could hurt her?
"Who? Yiyi... who could hurt you? Tell me quickly!"
The Human Emperor perked up, intrigued. If someone could harm Ji Qingyi, it meant someone could defeat her. And if someone could beat Ji Qingyi... wouldn't that mean she could finally break free?
This Human Emperor was clearly an absurd woman. Back then, in a moment of impulsive passion, urged on by a bunch of ridiculous underlings, she had charged alone into the Evil Spirit Dimension—only to be struck down in a single blow by Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi glanced at the Human Emperor but said nothing.
Her heart was heavy. That day's crushing defeat had made one thing clear to her: no matter how hard she trained, she would never even glimpse his back, much less take revenge.
This realization left her deeply lost. How could she ever settle the river of blood and hatred that separated them?
She had waited a million years, finally anticipating the arrival of the Demon Ancestor's true form, only to find herself too weak to exact her vengeance. Nothing could be more despairing than this.
"Ah... Yiyi, though we're bitter enemies, we've still spent hundreds of thousands of years together. You're in me, and I'm in you, right?"
The Human Emperor sidled up to Ji Qingyi, but suddenly, several chains, radiating black evil energy, burst from the void, piercing through the Human Emperor's body and hoisting her into the air.
"Hey hey hey, you got your ass kicked outside, so now you're taking it out on me? Damn it!"
The Human Emperor couldn't hold back anymore, her heart filled with despair. If she had known this would happen, she would never have become that so-called Human Emperor.
Those bastards who pushed her onto the throne better all still be alive—if she ever got out, she'd kill every single one of them.
She had once achieved the heights of an unmatched Celestial Emperor through the Cycle of Reincarnation, blessed with eternal life. If she hadn't squandered everything, after hundreds of thousands of years, her power wouldn't be much less than Ji Qingyi's.
But unfortunately... there was no "if" about any of it.
...
"Hey hey hey, you little phoenix, I'm warning you—stop buzzing around in front of me!"
Jiang Che glared at Huang Feiyan before him.
This impish little loli was doing it on purpose, transforming into human form and flitting around right in front of him.
"Hmph, come and get me if you can!" Huang Feiyan planted her hands on her hips, her fiery red twin-tails swaying as phoenix wings lightly fluttered behind her. Her face held seven parts pride and three parts disdain.
She puffed out her chest proudly, a slender waist matched with considerable curves.
It was clear that Huang Feiyan had learned well from Yu Wan'er and the other girls.
Di Zhao's guess was spot-on—Huang Feiyan was a girl with devastatingly high "stats," equal parts cunning, adorable, and exceptionally quick to learn.
"You little..."
Jiang Che waved his hand, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her into his arms.
But the moment she was in his embrace, Huang Feiyan became instantly obedient, blinking her innocent eyes. "Husband..."
Jiang Che: "..."
A seductress. If he weren't a man of iron will, anyone else would have surrendered by now.
This girl had clearly figured out that Jiang Che never hit women, so she danced on the edge of his patience, constantly testing her limits.
"Don't call me husband—nothing's been decided yet..."
"Oh, by the way, husband—if a girl from the Phoenix Clan gets pregnant, is it an egg or a live birth?" Huang Feiyan's question struck Jiang Che speechless.
Egg or live birth... how the hell was he supposed to know that?
And this little phoenix actually wanted to have a child?
With a body even slimmer than Yu Wan'er's, he shot back, "Have it, have it... go hatch an egg!" Jiang Che waved her off.
"Hatching an egg works too. If husband doesn't like it, I could just toss it to Immortal Chef Hua for some fried rice."
"..."
He figured it out—he really couldn't do anything about this little brat.
All he could do was feast his eyes visually. This little phoenix was even half a head shorter than Doufen. Even when Jiang Che was feeling reckless, he wouldn't stoop that low.
Huang Feiyan furrowed her brows, getting anxious.
Why was Jiang Che still so composed no matter how she seduced him?
She genuinely wanted to conceive a child. Seeing how girls like Yu Wan'er were already pregnant, if she didn't seize her chance now, she'd be left eating dirt later.
"Husband~~~"
Just then, Di Zhao appeared, shooting the little phoenix squirming in Jiang Che's embrace a sharp glance. It terrified Huang Feiyan so much that she instantly reverted to her true form—a fluffy, red little chick.
Di Zhao then used her like a sandbag and tossed her aside.
[Ding! Host tricked Huang Feiyan, earning 500 million points.]
Huang Feiyan gritted her teeth in humiliation. This grudge—she'd remember it. One day, she would earn Jiang Che's endless affection and make that damned Di Zhao kneel at the door and listen to them.
"Phew—"
Huang Feiyan transformed back into human form, pulled out a mirror, and checked herself. "Nothing wrong with me... How could Jiang Che be immune to me? My design is perfect, right?"
The little phoenix was baffled. Just then, a flash of azure caught her attention.
"Sister Yanyan, Xian'er wants to go play in the South Sea..."
Gu Xian'er's petite figure appeared, leaping into Huang Feiyan's arms.
Looking at Gu Xian'er, who was only half a head shorter than her, Huang Feiyan suddenly had a revelation.
It might be because she was too short. To cater to Jiang Che's apparent preference for lolis, she had deliberately shaped her form to be very tiny—shorter than Doufen by half a head, with a weight as light as a feather.
Now it seemed that Jiang Che's tastes weren't quite that deviant!
"Yeah... yeah!" The little phoenix held her breath, straining as if exerting force, and suddenly her height shot up a few centimeters, reaching an impressive meter forty.
"Hmph, I'm invincible this time."
Huang Feiyan planted her hands on her hips, already launching into yet another round of scheming against Jiang Che.
Every failure, she would review and analyze. Talk about how ambitious a girl could truly be!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?!
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!
