In a forbidden land.
"Pfft—"
A figure tumbled out, his entire body charred black from head to toe, barely recognizable as human.
No one knew how much time had passed before the blackened lump finally twitched.
"Creeeak—"
Just flexing a finger joint caused the entire digit to snap off.
"Cough! Cough!!!"
After hacking violently, the layers of charred skin crumbled away.
Beneath the ruined exterior, one could faintly make out the so-called Chosen of Destiny—Chu Yuan!
"That tribulation... nearly took my life! If not for the Immortal Dao secret technique, Nirvana Art, which I stumbled upon earlier, I would’ve been done for!"
Chu Yuan shuddered at the thought.
Yet, he also felt immense relief—at least he had survived by sheer luck.
Closing his eyes, he assessed his cultivation level—Fifth Stage Divine Passage Realm!
Having just survived the Divine Passage Tribulation, he had leapt five stages in one go, clearly reaping tremendous benefits from the ordeal.
"I can sense it... I’ve tempered some kind of Immortal Body Origin within the lightning tribulation! This acquired-grade Immortal Body seems no weaker than my Chaos Body!"
Chu Yuan grew increasingly excited. The suffering hadn’t been in vain!
"Still, I owe it all to the resources provided by Mr. Jiang!"
Glancing down at his shattered storage pouch, Chu Yuan felt a mix of emotions.
During the heavenly tribulation, he had exhausted every last trump card just to survive!
That cataclysmic tribulation could obliterate a Martial God with a single strike—let alone a half-step Divine Passage cultivator like him. His storage ring had contained dozens of defensive saint artifacts, even a few quasi-Emperor-grade treasures, yet all were reduced to ashes.
Every defensive formation was spent, and he had frantically gulped down elixirs—all the life-saving pills accumulated from dozens of secret realm raids, even the 100 million-plus points stored in his "Ironhead System" were completely drained.
At the brink of despair, he discovered a batch of pills Mr. Jiang had distributed to academy students in his storage pouch. Devouring them all allowed him to endure the final wave of tribulation—otherwise, he wouldn’t even have had the chance for Nirvana rebirth.
"Mr. Jiang... truly a man of peerless virtue! This debt... I, Chu Yuan, will remember it."
Classic Chu Yuan—sold out yet still counting the money for his betrayer.
But given his limited understanding, he’d likely never uncover the truth about the reclusive mastermind, Jiang Che.
"Hmm? Where... where is this place?" Only now did Chu Yuan realize he had been teleported to an unknown location.
At that moment, a token at his waist began to glow.
The Heavenly Court Token!
"Wait... have I entered the Ancient Heavenly Court’s trial grounds again?"
Chu Yuan’s breathing quickened.
Recognized by the Ancient Heavenly Court, he was transported to its ruins for trials after each major breakthrough. Clearing stages rewarded him with treasures until, ultimately, he could claim the Heavenly Court’s entire legacy!
As for what the Ancient Heavenly Court truly was, he had no clue initially—only learning fragments from the Nine Heavens Network.
Two months ago, after breaking through to the Shattering Heaven Stage, he attempted a trial but received lackluster rewards. That so-called "Heavenly Origin Immortal Pill," hyped beyond belief, felt no different from a Foundation Establishment Pill, dampening his enthusiasm for the Heavenly Court’s treasures.
Pfft—Ancient Heavenly Court? More like Ancient Cheapskates!
Struggling to his feet, Chu Yuan activated the Nirvana Art, rapidly healing his injuries.
"What trial awaits this time? Bring it on! With my dual Immortal Bodies, I’m ready!"
Clenching his fists, he brimmed with fighting spirit.
[Divine Passage Trial, Stage One: Defeat ten half-step Martial God puppets. Reward: One Nine Revolutions Golden Core.]
"Nine Revolutions Golden Core???"
The ironheaded youth stiffened. He had heard legends of this pill—forged by the Supreme Lao Jun himself! While similar pills existed in the Nine Heavens, this was the Ancient Heavenly Court’s trial! This core might genuinely be Lao Jun’s handiwork!
"Ten half-step Martial God puppets? I can take them!" Chu Yuan swelled with confidence.
[Ding! Host, as an ironheaded fool, ten is too few! Shout boldly: "I’ll fight a hundred!" Reward: 5 million Ironhead Points.]
Chu Yuan: "......"
Damn this cursed system, always screwing him over!
During the tribulation, its "ironhead" advice enraged the heavens, nearly getting him fried. And now... again?
But... Chu Yuan had long been molded by the system. Initially, he acted recklessly for points—yet gradually, he began craving the adrenaline rush!
"Ten puppets? Pathetic! I’ll fight a HUNDRED!!!"
The trial mechanism stuttered... then granted his wish.
A crushing tide of a hundred half-step Martial God puppets surged forth!
[Ding! Host successfully scammed the Chosen of Destiny, "Chu Yuan." Reward: 30 million points.]
Indeed, after evolving dual Immortal Bodies through the tribulation, Chu Yuan’s "drop rate" had soared, now rivaling even quasi-Emperors!
And he was only at the Divine Passage Realm! Imagine when he reached Martial God, Nirvana, Creation, or even Emperor?
Tens of billions per harvest!
Faced with such a premium cash crop, even if Chu Yuan slacked off, Jiang Che would find ways to "encourage" his growth.
Two hours later.
Chu Yuan lay sprawled like a dead dog, surrounded by puppet wreckage.
[Clear!]
A mechanical voice announced as a golden pill drifted toward him. Instantly, Chu Yuan’s eyes blazed with fervor!
The Nine Revolutions Golden Core!!!
A mere whiff of its medicinal fragrance sent him into euphoria. This was a true immortal pill—consuming it would skyrocket his power!
Trembling, he reached for the pill, intending to store it in his system space.
Yet, a sudden wariness struck him.
His instincts screamed: Don’t stash this treasure!
Last time, he suspected his "Heavenly Origin Immortal Pill" had been swapped—that was when he first doubted his system. After all, it had unusually insisted on "recycling" the pill.
Not that he enjoyed assuming the worst, but this system was undeniably shady.
"I’ll eat it now! Straight down the hatch—safest way!"
With that, he popped the Nine Revolutions Golden Core into his mouth.
The moment it touched his tongue, radiant colors erupted, accompanied by ethereal dancing fairies. Chu Yuan squinted, bracing for the pill’s divine effects.
Minutes later, his body burned with feverish intensity, meridians scorching as if about to combust.
"Now this is an immortal pill! The potency is unreal!"
Yet when the special effects faded, only the burning excitement remained. No actual power boost.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
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.”
