It’s hard to imagine that over a dozen Divine Transformation cultivators—beings who could practically dominate the current Blue Planet without breaking a sweat—were nearly scared out of their wits by Jiang Che.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... And here I thought you were from the Dragon Palace! How come your courage is so lacking?"
Jiang Che clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. The prestige of the dragon race had just taken a nosedive.
But then again, it made sense. These lower-realm dragon descendants probably weren’t part of the Dragon Palace’s inner circle—just slightly higher-ranking lackeys than Qiu Lin, at best.
"H-how did you appear out of nowhere?"
One of the dragon-men stammered.
Jiang Che: "..."
Wasn’t it obvious?
After successfully condensing his Immortal Mark, the system had also gifted him the Dao of Spatial Law.
Anyone who’s read fantasy novels knows what spatial law means!
When the Great Dao remains hidden, Fate reigns supreme. When Fate is absent, Karma dominates. Time is sovereign, Space is king. Creation and Destruction, Yin and Yang in opposition...
Even among the Three Thousand Great Daos of the Nine Heavens, Spatial Law ranks within the top ten, a golden finger practically tailor-made for a protagonist.
"Keep talking, I’m listening... So, what does this so-called Dragon Princess look like? Got a picture?"
Jiang Che was practically vibrating with excitement. Rumor had it that this Dragon Princess ranked within the top ten of the Southern Abyss’s Beauty Rankings!
Just how stunning could she be?
Skin like snow, bones like jade, a face like a lotus, a figure like a willow?
"W-what do you mean by that?"
The atmosphere was unbearably awkward. Every single one of the dozen-plus dragon-men could clearly sense that this guy was only at the first level of Divine Transformation—yet none dared to make a move.
Plenty of cultivators had secret techniques to conceal their aura. In the Nine Heavens, some sneaky old-timers would even suppress their cultivation by two major realms when traveling.
In their eyes, this young man was clearly a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
But why?
Why would such a terrifying existence appear in the mortal realm?
Instantly, a name flashed through their minds—the Jiang Family’s Sacred Body from the Nine Heavens, Jiang Che!
But... wasn’t his cultivation progress absurdly fast?
"Y-young Master Jiang...?"
Jiang Che: "..."
Damn it all, had his name really spread so far across the Nine Heavens?
Why did it feel like everyone recognized him?
This was no fun at all—he’d been planning to extort some goodies out of them!
Right then, Jia Yue and Qiu Lin finally arrived, fashionably late.
One look at Jiang Che’s expression, and they knew—he was absolutely, shamelessly, drooling over the women of their race again.
"Qiu Lin!!! Y-you... what’s the meaning of this?"
One sharp-eyed Dragon Palace expert recognized Qiu Lin.
Qiu Lin’s face flushed red. Getting caught as a turncoat was embarrassing...
Ahem. "I’ve already surrendered to Young Master Jiang!"
"Young Master Jiang is benevolent, peerlessly talented—to serve him is to abandon darkness for light! Err... no, I mean, abandon foolishness for wisdom!"
The other dragon-men’s eyes widened, fury flashing in their gazes.
"You—!"
Qiu Lin remained unruffled. "As the ancient saying goes, ‘A wise man submits to fate.’ Young Master Jiang is a supreme genius—even the Dragon Princess might not be worthy of him in the future..."
Say what you will about Qiu Lin’s lackluster strength, but the man had a silver tongue.
The flattery had Jiang Che practically preening.
Qiu Lin had clearly become Jiang Che’s number one fanboy.
"Let me advise you—Young Master Jiang has the backing of the Jiang Family, his talent is once-in-ten-millennia, his face is like carved jade, his eyes like bright stars, and his character is righteous beyond measure! For him to take an interest in the Dragon Princess is an honor for our Dragon Palace!"
The dragon-men: "..."
Madness. Qiu Lin had clearly been brainwashed!
The Dragon Princess was the sole Holy Maiden of the Dragon Palace, her father the Dragon Patriarch himself—a peerless beauty with status, background, and power to match.
She could marry the child of a true Immortal without issue!
Let alone some mere Imperial Scion.
"Alright, alright, Qiu Lin, tone it down. I’m not that amazing."
Jiang Che strolled over to Qiu Lin’s side with effortless grace. The guy’s praise was getting downright embarrassing.
Even with Jiang Che’s thick skin, he was struggling to keep a straight face—Qiu Lin’s bootlicking skills were truly masterful.
"Young Master Jiang, we acknowledge your status as the Jiang Family’s Imperial Scion, but let me be clear—the Dragon Princess is beyond your reach!"
The leading dragon-man spoke with unshakable conviction, his gaze burning with fanatical devotion.
"Oh? Is that so?" Jiang Che chuckled to himself, his smile enigmatic.
Snap!
He flicked his fingers.
A small vial materialized in the air.
Inside the transparent glass floated a single drop of fiery-red liquid, the size of a longan. A faint crimson dragon could be seen swimming within, accompanied by the soft echo of a dragon’s roar.
True Dragon’s Essence Blood!
The moment Jiang Che revealed it, every dragon-blooded being present froze under its overwhelming pressure.
Then, shock and greed flooded their eyes.
True Dragon’s Essence Blood!
The sheer allure of its bloodline suppression was intoxicating. If they could obtain this drop, their diluted dragon blood would undergo an unprecedented purification. For half-breeds like them, this was more tempting than even the rarest spirit stones.
"Qiu Lin, it’s yours."
Jiang Che smirked and casually tossed the vial to Qiu Lin.
Qiu Lin: "???"
The man was utterly dumbstruck by this sudden windfall.
T-true Dragon’s Essence Blood? For me???
Despite his shock, his reflexes kicked in—he caught the vial perfectly.
The moment it touched his palm, the overwhelming aura of a superior bloodline surged into his body, setting his impure dragon blood ablaze with excitement.
"Young Master Jiang... Young Master Jiang, this is too much! This unworthy servant doesn’t deserve such a treasure..."
Qiu Lin’s protests died under Jiang Che’s glare.
He wasn’t stupid. Without another word, he swallowed the drop—glass vial and all—while still muttering, "Young Master... truly, this is too generous! This lowly one is just a waste of space..."
The other dragon-men: "..." Damn it, if you don’t want it, give it to us!
Qiu Lin felt his life was complete. Even if he died now, he’d die happy—he, a mere half-breed, had consumed True Dragon’s Essence Blood!
To hear the Dao in the morning and die at night is no regret.
His loyalty to Jiang Che skyrocketed to fanatical levels.
The other dragon-men’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
True Dragon’s Essence Blood—wasted on such a lowly, trash-tier dragon like Qiu Lin!
Jiang Che’s lips curled faintly.
This drop was only at the Divine Transformation level. In Jiang Hong’s Azure Dragon Ring, while not exactly common, there were still hundreds more where that came from.
Since Qiu Lin’s sycophancy amused him, why not grant him this small fortune?
Soon, the effects of the essence blood began to manifest in Qiu Lin’s body.
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
