"Come, Xiao Chen, drink this bowl of soup. It's ginseng hen soup, specially made to nourish your body..."
Zhao Li, a woman in her fifties, carried a pot of freshly stewed hen soup to Xiao Chen.
"Auntie... I really can't drink anymore. Please let me go! I beg you!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were deeply sunken, his hair brittle, his lips purple, and his arms trembling. He looked as if he had aged a decade, his cheekbones protruding sharply. Clearly, he had been "drained" relentlessly by his vicious mother-in-law.
Xiao Chen was starting to regret it. Though he had developed some twisted affection after being tormented by Zhao Li, the current situation... might just cost him his life.
A fifty-year-old woman sucking the life out of him—like a dried-up well suddenly gushing after years of drought—was something he couldn’t handle.
And this was despite him being a grandmaster-level martial artist!
Even with the invincible Golden Body technique protecting him, he had still been reduced to this pitiful state. His body felt completely hollowed out.
"Xiao Chen, don’t worry... Young people like you recover quickly. You’ll be fine in no time..."
Zhao Li shoved a spoonful of nourishing soup into Xiao Chen’s mouth, forcing it down his throat.
"Auntie... Auntie, no more!" Xiao Chen pleaded, his voice shaking with fear.
......
"Uh... Ningxue, I might not need to do anything after all."
Jiang Che’s lips twitched as he watched the live feed hacked into the Ji family’s villa by his tech-savvy associate. The sight of Xiao Chen’s miserable state made him shudder.
His mother-in-law... was something else.
Seriously impressive!
She had reduced the so-called "Chosen One" to this state. Even most grandmasters couldn’t compare. At this rate, Xiao Chen wouldn’t last much longer under her "care." Another year or so, and they’d be holding a funeral banquet.
"Huh? What... what do you mean, Jiang Che?" Ji Ningxue frowned slightly.
Jiang Che turned his phone toward her, displaying the live footage.
"Auntie... I really can’t drink anymore..."
Ji Ningxue’s lips parted slightly as she stared at Xiao Chen’s haggard figure on the screen.
"Is... is that really Xiao Chen?"
It hadn’t even been a month. How had he ended up like this?
"Your mom is seriously terrifying. Xiao Chen is a grandmaster-level martial artist, and she’s squeezed him dry—not a drop left!" Jiang Che remarked with a smirk.
"What? My mother..." Ji Ningxue’s face flushed crimson.
But then anger surged within her. That bastard Xiao Chen had actually dared to lay hands on her mother?
It felt like a dog she had raised had suddenly turned on its master and bitten her own mother.
"Of course, judging by the video, your mom looks radiant—like an old dried-up well suddenly brimming with fresh water."
Ji Ningxue rolled her eyes. She wasn’t exactly naive and could easily decipher Jiang Che’s crude implications.
"You little rascal, stop joking about my mother!" She pinched Jiang Che’s waist lightly.
Jiang Che chuckled. "Ningxue, if you end up like your mom at her age... I don’t think I’d survive."
"Jiang Che!" Ji Ningxue gritted her teeth.
Though she wanted to smack him, she held back. After all, she had long since lost any real control over this troublemaker.
......
Jiang Family Residence, Capital City.
"Holy shit, the ancestors have blessed us!"
Jiang Yunhuang, the current head of the Jiang family, nearly dropped the incense stick he was holding in the ancestral hall.
The Jiang family’s ancestral hall housed the tablets of countless ancestors, their lineage stretching back over a thousand years.
Just now, the smoke from his incense had begun to swirl unnaturally, coalescing into a faint humanoid figure—an elderly man in ancient robes.
"You... who are you?"
The smoky figure glanced at Jiang Yunhuang. "Are you a descendant of the Jiang family?"
"Yes, I’m the current family head. Which ancestor are you? I’ll burn more incense for you... Please bless our family from the underworld, but don’t come looking for me! I just took a life-extending pill—I’m not ready to die yet..."
Jiang Yunhuang was clearly terrified of death.
The smoky figure nearly choked on his own rage.
"I’m not dead yet!"
"Not dead?" Jiang Yunhuang had lived over seventy years but had never encountered anything this bizarre.
"Correct. My name is Jiang Langsheng. Check the family records—you’ll find me."
Jiang Yunhuang blinked, then flipped through the ancestral registry.
As he searched, the old man muttered to himself, "Hmm? You’ve reached the Shattering Heaven realm? Has Earth’s spiritual energy revived?"
"But that shouldn’t be possible..."
Before the old man could ponder further, Jiang Yunhuang slammed the registry shut.
"Bullshit! There’s no ‘Jiang Langsheng’ in our records! Tell me—what kind of wandering ghost dares invade the Jiang family’s ancestral hall? I’ll make sure you can’t even stay a ghost!"
Jiang Yunhuang regained his confidence. Though he wasn’t a Taoist exorcist, dealing with a mere spirit was child’s play.
The smoky old man’s expression twisted in fury, but he could do nothing beyond that—no energy fluctuations, no power.
"You ungrateful little—!"
He took a deep breath (metaphorically). "Fine. Look up... Jiang Tiedan instead."
Even as smoke, his face seemed to flush with embarrassment.
"Jiang Tiedan?" Jiang Yunhuang frowned.
Then it hit him.
He hurriedly reopened the registry—and sure enough, there was an entry for Jiang Tiedan.
Jiang Tiedan: A Jiang family head from five hundred years ago, during an era when Earth’s spiritual pathways were still open. A peerless cultivator who dominated his age, vanishing without a trace after a breakthrough.
No way.
Was this really Jiang Tiedan? Their ancestor?
Jiang Yunhuang gulped. Had he actually stumbled upon the real deal?
It made sense. Back then, cultivators weren’t called martial artists but Daoists. Legends spoke of ascension to higher realms—though no one knew where that led.
Realization dawned, and Jiang Yunhuang dropped to his knees.
"Ancestor, your descendant pays his respects."
Centuries had passed without a single ancestral manifestation. Combined with recent events, it seemed the martial world was on the brink of upheaval.
Jiang Tiedan: "......"
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!
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?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
