"Impossible! How could this be?"
The Jialan Empress's eyes flashed with shock.
She had naturally been aware of Qing'er's breakthrough to imperial bloodline earlier, but had dismissed it as a one-in-a-billion exception—a mortal bloodline experiencing ancestral reversion.
Though some speculated Jiang Che was the reason, she hadn’t believed it.
How could a mere ordinary cultivator from the mortal realm accomplish something even her Jialan Clan couldn’t?
But now, it seemed she had gravely underestimated the situation.
One case could be written off as an exception, but five?
This was no coincidence!
The Jialan Empress narrowed her cold, piercing eyes.
"That Jiang Che must have discovered the ruins of our Jialan Clan’s ancestral homeland in the lower realm. Only there could a method exist to elevate mortal-blooded merfolk into immortals."
At her words, the gazes of all Jialan clansmen snapped toward her.
"Though we call ourselves the main lineage, we are not. A million years ago... the glorious Merfolk Immortal Clan was purged. We were forced to abandon our ancestral lands and began a great migration lasting hundreds of millennia. Over time, our bloodlines grew increasingly diluted. Even I, with imperial blood, remain separated from true pure-blooded merfolk by an insurmountable gulf—otherwise, I would not be stuck at the half-immortal realm."
The ancestral homeland of the Jialan Clan!
Hearing this, the eyes of every clansman burned with fervor.
"Is it true? Then could all our bloodlines evolve into imperial—or even pure—blood?" one of the clan’s great emperors exclaimed, trembling with excitement.
As a great emperor, he had never felt such exhilaration before.
With a mortal-grade bloodline, reaching the single-era emperor realm was his absolute limit. No matter how profound his comprehension, his innate constraints barred further progress.
But now, he saw hope!
And that hope lay in the lower realm—or more precisely, in Jiang Che.
"Not necessarily, but Jiang Che undoubtedly holds the secrets of our ancestral lands," the Jialan Empress declared.
"Hmph. I thought he was just a lecher, but it seems he’s also a man blessed by fortune."
Her voice was icy, yet even so... the humiliation of her daughter demanded vengeance!
"The mortal realm holds great secrets, but with the severance between realms... we must wait until the barriers fully open. I refuse to believe Jiang Che won’t ascend to the Nine Heavens. When he does, that will be the day he meets his end. I will extract every secret of our homeland from him before flaying him alive."
They say women can be as venomous as serpents, and this Jialan Empress was clearly determined to destroy Jiang Che.
"Your Majesty, perhaps we should reconsider opposing Jiang Che? Even if we kill him, we’d provoke the entire Jiang Family. If an all-out war erupted, we stand no chance against them!"
Another great emperor spoke urgently, struggling to grasp the Empress’s reasoning.
Wasn’t it just one daughter? And Princess Ling'er only had imperial blood—whereas Jiang Che could mass-produce imperial-blooded individuals. Soon, imperial blood would become worthless.
"Your Majesty is right! Why not ally with Jiang Che and jointly research our ancestral secrets?"
"Your Majesty, this old subject has long wished to say—Jiang Che is a born supreme, a peerless genius with dual immortal physiques. Our Princess Ling'er wouldn’t be wronged by him..."
The Jialan Empress’s gaze grew colder. Of course she knew Jiang Che possessed dual immortal physiques, that his future was boundless, that he would become a titan of the Nine Heavens.
But... she still wanted him dead!
During her seclusion, she had glimpsed a fragment of the future through her cultivation of the Future Body.
In that vision, the entire Jialan Clan was annihilated because of one man. Billions of clansmen were displaced, Ling'er was imprisoned, and even she herself died in vain, consumed by hatred.
Now, it was clear—the root of this catastrophe was Jiang Che!
Thus, the moment she emerged from seclusion, she resolved to eliminate him. This was a matter of the clan’s survival. Even if it meant enmity with the Jiang Family, she had to kill this demon.
...
[You’d rather spend time with those mermaids than visit Sister Shen Yu?]
Yu Wan'er was fuming.
Jiang Che was too much! He had elevated the bloodlines of those mermaids but left girls like Qin Qiaoqiao with nothing.
What a fickle, heartless scoundrel!
Of course, she only dared curse him in her heart.
These days, Yu Wan'er had learned to preserve Jiang Che’s dignity, reserving her scolding for private mental exchanges—ones only he could hear.
"Tch, go play somewhere else."
Jiang Che ruffled Yu Wan'er’s hair, amused by the way her cowlick bounced indignantly.
[Yu Wan'er: (╬▔皿▔)╯]
Rage Points +100
Shen Yu, meanwhile, had set aside her array research and was leisurely sunbathing.
Staying cooped up indoors wasn’t good for the baby. Even though they were cultivators and the child was a heaven-defying Dao Body-Demon Fetus hybrid, Shen Yu behaved like any expectant mother, showering her unborn child with fierce maternal love.
"Jiang Che, you’re here."
Seeing him, Shen Yu’s mood brightened.
She promptly pulled out a notebook. "Upon seeing Jiang Che, emotional fluctuations intensify. Despite suppressing dopamine secretion, joy persists. Conclusion: Love is independent of hormonal influence..."
Jiang Che had long grown accustomed to this. A girl like her had her own peculiar charm.
"What else? Here to give our baby some gifts."
He sighed.
The immortal-grade Peaches of Immortality had been planted, but the Jiang Family’s immortal ancestors had also bestowed treasures like Primordial Chaos Qi and Innate Purple Qi—priceless treasures beyond measure.
Since he had no use for them, why not let the baby absorb them?
A Devouring Immortal Demon Body could consume even immortal physiques, so Primordial Chaos Qi should be no challenge.
This physique was growth-oriented—the more it devoured, the stronger it became. Currently, it hadn’t yet reached the level of a Dao Body, remaining merely a transcendent immortal physique.
Jiang Che planned to nurture his unborn daughter into a terrifying demon sovereign.
That way, no golden-haired pretty boy would ever dare scheme against her.
Back when he was the golden-haired heartbreaker, Jiang Che had delighted in ruining fathers’ lives.
But now, with a daughter of his own on the way, the tables had turned. Once she was born and grown, he’d weave the most lethal arrays around her. Any golden-haired fool with ill intentions would perish on contact!
For millions of miles in every direction, not a single golden strand—not even a golden-furred dog—would be permitted!
The Devouring Immortal Demon Body lived up to its reputation.
The Primordial Chaos Qi, coveted even by immortals, was fully absorbed within minutes, becoming nourishment for the demon fetus. Even the Innate Purple Qi was devoured without hesitation!

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?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”