Jiang Ruoxu was completely dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this supposed to be fake?
So why was he still getting the crap beaten out of him?
For a split second, he even saw his great-grandmother.
But what he couldn’t stomach the most was the barrage of mocking comments flooding the live stream.
“Haha, I thought he was some hotshot, but turns out he’s just a joke!”
“Beat the crap out of this poser! Let’s see if he dares to show off again!”
“As the young master of the Jiang family, you can’t even handle a few half-step Martial God puppets? Pathetic!”
Staggering to his feet, Jiang Ruoxu struggled to regain his balance.
[Bro... Bro, what the hell is going on? You said this was an illusion! So why am I still getting pummeled?]
[Bro? Are you even listening?]
Soon, he got a response.
[I’m here! I’ve been here the whole time!]
Hearing Jiang Che’s voice, Jiang Ruoxu felt a surge of relief, as if clutching at a lifeline.
But then, the puppets in the secret realm all charged at him—dozens of half-step Martial God-level puppets. Even though Jiang Ruoxu was a prodigy with a quasi-immortal physique, his cultivation was only at the mid-stage Divine Passage realm. All he could do was dodge frantically.
[Bro, what... what’s happening here?]
[Oh, those puppets? I added them in. The original ones in this secret realm were all fake—no real impact, no visceral thrill. Who knows if people would’ve bought it otherwise?]
Jiang Che yawned lazily. Family was family, but as long as he didn’t kill him, he’d keep messing with him!
[Wait... WHAT?! Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?!] The younger cousin was on the verge of tears.
Jiang Che chuckled inwardly. If he’d told him in advance, who would’ve earned him those sweet, sweet trolling points?
[Oh, and by the way, these half-step Martial God puppets are my precious trump cards. Don’t you dare break them, or I’ll make you pay for it!]
Jiang Ruoxu: “???”
Wait, so he wasn’t even allowed to fight back?!
He just had to stand there and take the beating?!
[Bro, don’t screw me over like this! If I don’t fight back, I’ll get killed! I can barely dodge two or three, but there are over a dozen here! I—]
[Not my problem. Just remember—those puppets are expensive.]
[...]
Jiang Ruoxu was done. Screw it. Let the world burn.
BAM!
While he was distracted, a steel fist smashed straight into his face. Even with his quasi-immortal physique, taking hits from over a dozen half-step Martial God puppets was too much.
“Stop! Stop hitting me! My face—!”
[Ding! Host successfully trolled Jiang Ruoxu. Reward: 20 million points.]
Jiang Che rubbed his nose guiltily. “Maybe I went a little too far this time?”
“Ah well, no pain, no gain. The kid needed a wake-up call anyway.”
Wasn’t this how protagonists worked? Pushed to the brink, only to rise stronger than ever?
Sure, Jiang Che was controlling the puppets, so they wouldn’t actually kill him. But those punches? They hurt like hell.
“You think Jiang Ruoxu is someone you can mess with?! You worthless scrap metal!”
The young master had finally snapped. In a fit of rage, he splurged hundreds of millions of his “Show-off Points” to buy a top-tier immortal movement technique from his system.
And thanks to the system’s buff, he instantly mastered it!
[Celestial Roaming Art: A supreme movement technique created by a Six-Tribulation Immortal Emperor. Comprising nine layers, mastering it allows one to traverse the myriad realms effortlessly, stepping beyond the river of time to gaze upon eternity.]
[Price: 500 million Show-off Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu gritted his teeth and bought it.
He’d been saving up for an immortal physique, but now—all his hard-earned points were gone in an instant!
His heart was bleeding!
But if he didn’t get this technique, those puppets would beat him to a pulp.
With his newfound immortal movement technique, Jiang Ruoxu’s confidence soared. His speed increased tenfold, his steps turning ghostly and elusive. The dozen half-step Martial God puppets couldn’t even graze his clothes.
The sudden shift left the live-stream audience stunned.
“No way! Did this guy just power up mid-fight? Did he pop some pills or what?!”
“No, look at his movement—it’s like he broke through! Or... did he just comprehend this technique on the spot?”
“Impossible! That movement is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—it has to be an immortal-grade technique! And movement techniques are already rare, let alone immortal-grade ones!”
“An immortal technique?! Why him?! Why does this brat get all the luck?! I refuse to accept this!!”
[Ding! Ding! Ding! Host humiliated his enemies in spectacular fashion, pulling off an epic show-off moment. Reward: 30 million Show-off Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu’s eyes lit up. Thirty million points?! This was a jackpot beyond his wildest dreams!
Soon, he breezed through the so-called “first trial” of the secret realm.
Then, in full view of the live stream, ten Martial God-level puppets emerged, bowing respectfully. Though nothing was said outright, everyone assumed Jiang Ruoxu had just gained ten Martial God puppets as followers.
From there, it was a smooth ride. With Jiang Che’s “guidance,” he cleared challenge after challenge, amassing an army of powerful puppets—
Martial God puppets!
Nirvana puppets!
Even over thirty Creation Realm puppets!
The spectators from the Nine Heavens were floored. What the hell?! Were these puppets just handed out like candy?!
Now they were absolutely convinced—this was the tomb of an ancient emperor who had mastered the art of puppetry.
By the end, Jiang Ruoxu even claimed the colossal, mountain-sized super puppet as his own.
The commotion even rippled through the Nine Heavens. In one fell swoop, Jiang Ruoxu earned back the 500 million Show-off Points he’d spent—and then some.
......
When it came to women, Jiang Che was the type to enjoy the chase without caring for the outcome.
But when it came to his “investments,” he didn’t care about the process—as long as they raked in the points for him.
Jiang Che might not be one for theatrics, but he understood the art of showmanship well. With minimal effort, he’d set his little cousin up for a windfall.
The cost? A brutal beating, of course.
“Celestial Roaming Art? Not bad for a movement technique.”
Jiang Che smirked.
As the main system, all the goods in the subsystem’s store came from him. Naturally, he had the right to review any technique a subsystem host purchased.
Honestly, Jiang Che preferred when his “investments” splurged on techniques and treasures. Because once they bought a technique? It was as good as his.
As for treasures? Sorry, but subsystem hosts only had usage rights—not ownership.
The true control? That belonged to Jiang Che.
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!
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?"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
