Ye Qing was suddenly startled. "Who's there?"
As he turned around, a figure clad in black appeared right behind him.
"You again???"
Ye Qing was on the verge of losing his mind. He knew this guy all too well.
The first time he went to the Jiang family, he was beaten to a pulp and had to crawl ten miles alone. And this guy had been tailing him the whole time—a grandmaster-level expert who enjoyed playing dirty, ambushing people from the shadows.
It wasn’t until he joined the Fateweavers' Association that he finally stopped sensing this stalker. But now... this damn shadow lurker was back?
"I-I-I..."
The black-clad puppet hovered in the air, its robes fluttering in the wind, revealing only a pair of eerie crimson pupils.
"I heard you plan to make a move against our young master?"
Ye Qing panicked. This was a grandmaster! Even at his peak, escaping unscathed would’ve been nearly impossible, let alone now when his strength was severely suppressed.
"No, I would never say such a thing!" Ye Qing frantically waved his hands, almost dropping to his knees in surrender.
"Hmph. And you dare covet the young master’s woman? You won’t leave here alive today!" The puppet unleashed its full Skyrending-stage cultivation, its oppressive aura overwhelming.
Ye Qing instantly collapsed to his knees.
This guy was at the Skyrending stage? That level of pressure was something he’d only ever felt from his own master.
"P-please, spare me! I was wrong!"
But it was clear the puppet had already made up its mind—or rather, Jiang Che, who was controlling it, had.
This bastard actually dared to lust after his woman?
Unforgivable! How dare this ugly wretch try to tarnish his reputation while wearing his face?
The Skyrending-stage puppet raised its massive hand, compressing the surrounding air into a pure energy palm strike aimed directly at Ye Qing—this time, with lethal intent!
"No! Master, save me—!" Ye Qing screamed.
At that very moment, a necklace around his neck erupted in a blinding golden light.
The space around him rippled, and within the radiance, a figure gradually materialized.
A white-robed, white-bearded elder with a sword strapped to his back appeared, standing atop a white crane, exuding an immortal-like aura—utterly majestic.
Ye Qing rubbed his eyes, his entire body trembling with excitement.
This was his grandmaster—the Half-Step Transcendent, the White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Changfeng!
"Master! Master, you have to save me!"
But the projection of his master didn’t even glance at him. His gaze remained calm, his sword still sheathed.
"Who are you, sir? Why do you seek to harm my disciple?"
Meanwhile, Jiang Che, controlling the puppet from afar, narrowed his eyes. As expected... a protagonist like Ye Qing wasn’t so easy to kill!
He’d even summoned his master?
Cross-dimensional teleportation? Impossible. If that were feasible, Ye Qing’s masters would’ve arrived long ago.
So this had to be a one-time trump card. But Ye Qing’s grandmaster was, at best, a Half-Step Transcendent—how could he possibly manifest a combat-capable avatar?
Just as Jiang Che was pondering this, Li Changfeng spoke again.
"This humble Daoist is the White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Changfeng, a Transcendent expert. Grant me this face and spare my disciple."
A few seconds later, the projection repeated, "This humble Daoist is the White Jade Sword Immortal... spare my disciple."
Then, every thirty seconds, it repeated the same words. Clearly... this was just a damn recording.
Jiang Che burst out laughing. "Attack! Let’s see what kind of trump card this Half-Step Transcendent master left for Ye Qing!"
The puppet struck again with a killing blow, instantly dispersing the summoned projection.
As the light faded, Ye Qing’s face twisted as if he’d swallowed a fly.
"Master... you’ve doomed me!"
But the next second, the necklace glowed again, and the white-bearded elder reappeared—a second encore!
"It seems you truly wish to make an enemy of Li Changfeng? Do you know I have cultivated for five hundred years—"
Before he could finish, the projection was shattered again.
Hat trick—the projection returned once more.
"Very well! Since you refuse reason, I shall give you one final chance—"
Another palm strike, another dispersal.
"You dare treat this old man as a pushover?"
Jiang Che yawned, bored. This old Daoist clearly had nothing substantial—just bluffing with a fancy projection.
Ye Qing, cowering behind the flickering avatar, was utterly numb.
Once, his master’s presence alone could shield him from all storms. But now, this flimsy projection offered zero security—full of holes!
"Enough!!! Do you truly believe Li Changfeng cannot strike across realms? Witness... Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"
In an instant, an overwhelming sword intent filled the air, carrying an aura of absolute annihilation.
"Oh? Can he actually attack across dimensions? Did I underestimate him?"
Still, Jiang Che wasn’t worried. Even if the puppet was destroyed, he could revive it for just 10,000 system points. Chen Hao had already earned him over a million points from Ye Qing alone.
The white-bearded elder’s aura grew sharper, the pressure of countless swords gathering into a devastating force!
The momentum peaked—
"Disciple, RUN!!!"
Suddenly, the old man’s act collapsed. At the same time, a golden light from the necklace enveloped Ye Qing, and mysterious runes appeared on the ground beneath him.
His body began fading from the top down.
"Now!" Jiang Che commanded.
The puppet unleashed its full power, condensing a blade of pure energy that shot straight at Ye Qing.
Ye Qing’s upper half had already vanished, but his lower half wasn’t so lucky.
His legs were gruesomely shredded, blood splattering everywhere.
Then, Ye Qing was teleported away—to who knows where.
......
"Oh? A teleportation array?"
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Ye Qing’s master had some tricks up his sleeve after all.
But it was clear the old man had been bluffing the whole time—he couldn’t actually attack across dimensions. This teleportation array was likely an expensive last resort, only activated in true life-or-death situations.
And before triggering it, Ye Qing’s master had to stall with theatrics, hoping to scare off the enemy rather than waste the trump card.
All that flashy nonsense? Just buying time for the array to activate.
Too bad Jiang Che wasn’t one to play by the rules.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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?"
