"Damn it, which idiot reported me?"
A young man in his early twenties glared at his phone, his face dark with fury.
[Ding! Host’s preaching mission failed. This task has automatically ended...]
"Ugh! Don’t let me find out who the hell reported me!"
Lin Fan was seething. Spiritual energy surged within him, radiating an aura unlike anything from the ancient martial world.
That’s right—Lin Fan was the guy live-streaming his cultivation journey.
Not long ago, he had bound himself to a system called "Cultivation Evangelism," which required him to broadcast his cultivation feats—basically showing off and spreading Daoist teachings. If even one person practiced his methods and became a cultivator, he would receive rewards.
But Earth’s spiritual energy had long been depleted. Without it, his teachings could at best strengthen the body, not awaken true cultivation in others.
He had the system, which gifted him 10,000 low-grade spirit stones in its starter pack for his own cultivation. But others? They had nothing.
Still, operating on the principle of "even one convert is a win," he started streaming—and shockingly, it blew up.
Until his channel got banned...
"Wait... I sense a faint pulse of spiritual energy? Extremely weak... but it seems to be coming from the north?"
Lin Fan’s pupils constricted. In this era of severed heavens, where else on Earth could spiritual energy exist besides him?
[Beep beep beep! Warning! The system detects that Earth’s gate is accelerating its revival. Spiritual energy is replenishing the planet’s essence, heralding the imminent tide of spiritual resurgence. Host, prepare yourself!]
The system’s announcement left Lin Fan stunned.
Spiritual resurgence?
This was the best news possible. No one wanted Earth’s spiritual revival more than him.
Once it happened, everyone could tap into spiritual energy to become cultivators. Sure, danger came with opportunity—but he had the Evangelism System!
If he guided others to become powerful cultivators, all calling him "Ancestral Daoist," his own cultivation would skyrocket. Even if the barrier between the mortal realm and the Nine Heavens collapsed, he’d remain invincible.
"I need to find the source of this spiritual resurgence. The origin point will have the densest energy—I must seize control of it."
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, forming hand seals. A longsword in the corner of the room trembled before levitating. He stepped onto it.
"Sword Flight!"
His figure rose shakily into the air.
Lin Fan wasn’t the only one reacting. As spiritual energy began its resurgence, the entire ancient martial world of Dragon Nation stirred.
The Association of the Chosen was thrown into chaos—this upheaval had disrupted their plans entirely.
The "Little Demon God" Zhou Fan also took action. Even hidden veterans of Dragon Nation’s martial world emerged from seclusion. All because... they sensed the return of spiritual energy.
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"Unbelievable. This kid really knows how to stir up trouble."
Inside the mathematics research lab at Z University, Jiang Che massaged his temples, exasperation written all over his face.
With such a massive disturbance unfolding, of course he’d noticed.
He knew Jiang Ruoxu was a troublemaker, but accelerating spiritual resurgence? That was next-level.
But it didn’t matter. He’d prepared for this long ago. If powerful beings descended and threw Earth into chaos, he’d... well, actually, his masters would handle it.
"Hmm... don’t interrupt my calculations... Did I miss a decimal point? Maybe I should try another approach, using additive number theory..."
In Jiang Che’s arms, Shen Yu murmured in her sleep, still immersed in her mathematical world even in dreams—utterly, obsessively single-minded.
This was the Shen Yu who drove Jiang Che up the wall. He had no way to handle her.
Expecting a girl like this to fall for him? Might as well believe a pig could solo a grandmaster.
"But still..."
Jiang Che glanced down at Shen Yu’s smooth, pale abdomen, her skin flawless like polished jade.
Except right now, it was slightly rounded.
After a full day and night, Shen Yu’s current state could only be described by a certain two-syllable Western dessert: __
"Heh, don’t blame me, sweetheart. To make you love me... I had to resort to this."
Jiang Che gently stroked her belly before pulling the blanket over her.
Today wasn’t her safe period. The odds of conception were at least 90%.
Sure, his methods might sound shady, but Shen Yu hadn’t objected, had she?
Deep down, she might even be looking forward to this child.
"But baby, I really have to go now..."
He tenderly brushed her cheek, then began to extricate himself.
Just as he moved to leave, Shen Yu’s hand suddenly clutched his arm in her sleep. "Don’t go..."
Jiang Che: "???"
Damn it. He was a seasoned player, a heartbreaker who’d charmed his way through countless flowers. The right move here was to shake her off, get dressed, and walk away.
But... Shen Yu had him frozen in place with just three words.
"Sigh..." Defeated, Jiang Che slid back under the covers.
Then, a knock came at the door. "Hey, Shen Yu? There’s a math lecture tomorrow—would you like to attend?"
The voice belonged to some naive undergrad, probably nursing a secret crush on her.
"She’s asleep. Unless you want to get expelled, stop bothering her."
Jiang Che’s lazy voice carried through the door.
Outside, a bespectacled guy’s eyes widened. That voice—a man’s?
He’d heard rumors about Shen Yu’s notoriously flirtatious boyfriend, but facing the reality now—a man in her room, her "asleep"... What else could it mean?
"Uh—sorry to disturb!"
After a quick mental calculation, he scurried off. Crush or not, his academic future mattered more.
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The next morning.
Shen Yu woke up.
From sheer discomfort.
"I... Why are you still here?"
Her usually cool expression flickered with confusion.
"Sweetheart, you told me not to leave." Jiang Che lounged against the headboard, yawning before pulling out a memory stone. Channeling spiritual energy, he replayed last night’s scene:
"Don’t go..."
Though brief, it perfectly captured Shen Yu sleepily begging him to stay.
Jiang Che had upgraded—phones were too clunky for recording, but memory stones? Effortless.
"You—"
Shen Yu was speechless.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?"
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!
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?!
