The coffin lid truly couldn’t hold back any longer!
A massive coffin lid soared into the sky, and at the same moment... a terrifying aura instantly enveloped thousands of surrounding regions, with an overwhelming immortal energy suppressing the heavens and earth!
Powerful figures from many factions across the Eastern Cangtian turned their gazes in this direction, their eyes filled with fear and shock.
Even the great emperors and ancestral elders of the Divine Lands awoke from their secluded cultivation, feeling as insignificant as ants!
Some immortals even observed in secret.
The Jiang family... seemed to have encountered another major incident recently!
In the ancestral grounds, a coffin crafted from immortal wood, eroded by the passage of time, was nearly decayed to nothing.
A withered hand reached out from the coffin, followed by an ancient-robed, desiccated corpse-like elder sitting upright inside.
"Damn it all, this old man has finally waited for this day! Just a few more hours and I would’ve perished. System, you were right after all... I’ve finally met the destined one—I could cry!"
Though the old man looked like he was on his last legs, he was beyond excited!
He was a Chosen One bound to a Heavenly Dao-level system, a leader of his era. But his cultivation had stagnated at the Three Tribulations Immortal Lord realm, and then the system abandoned him—though not before telling him to seal himself in immortal essence and wait for 280,000 years for a fated individual!
Half-believing, half-doubting, he still chose to trust the system. And now... he had finally waited!
A single Longevity Peach, infused with life-extending essence, reignited the dying embers of his immortal body.
Now, he felt terrifyingly powerful!
Jiang Zhankong stood up, stretching his limbs, before casting his gaze toward a certain point in the void.
"Congratulations, fellow immortal, on your rebirth and the elixir that granted you extended life..." A long-haired man, as beautiful as a woman, stepped out from the void, holding an ancient book and an ink brush.
"You have three seconds to scram! Or I’ll happily celebrate my revival by taking your life."
"Tch, I just wanted to record this! Tomorrow’s headline in the Nine Heavens Daily will be—‘The Resurrection of a Three Tribulations Immortal Lord’—how explosive is that? And... I’d also like to know what kind of treasure could extend an immortal’s lifespan by ten thousand years?"
The white-robed youth raised his brush, as if jotting something down.
Clearly, this was Gu Xiaoyao, a member of the Heaven Pavilion under the Chosen Ones Association—an immortal bound to a Heavenly Dao-level system. His power grew by recording major events across the Nine Heavens, earning him the title of the Ultimate War Correspondent.
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"Oh? The Third Ancestor has revived! The Third Ancestor has truly revived!!!"
"It seems that immortal peach worked its magic!"
The Jiang family was ecstatic.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che remained perfectly calm and composed.
Third Ancestor? Time to squeeze some treasures out of him first!
With enough audacity, even an immortal’s head could be plucked bald!
Before long, the so-called Third Ancestor arrived.
Gu Xiaoyao was nowhere to be seen.
The ancestral grounds were a forbidden land separate from the Jiang family’s main territory, unprotected by the clan’s immortal defense formations. Within the clan’s grounds, under the protection of the formations, Gu Xiaoyao wouldn’t have been able to sneak in unnoticed.
As for why the ancestral grounds lacked such defenses—who in their right mind would provoke a graveyard full of half-dead old monsters? And if these old-timers were in a bad mood... they could always pull off a "Perish Together with Heaven" move!
"Oh? So you’re the fated one!" The Third Ancestor was thrilled, practically leaning in as if he wanted to drag Jiang Che through the screen for a drink.
"Uh, greetings, Third Ancestor!" Jiang Che was very polite!
"Good, good, of course it’s good!" The Third Ancestor grinned, flashing his pearly whites. At a glance, Jiang Che was clearly a junior with overwhelming fortune. On his way here... he had already learned everything about Jiang Che!
Twin Immortal Physiques, a Dao Body descendant, the Everlasting Peach Tree, and suspected to be an incarnation of the Mortal Realm’s Heavenly Dao!
Not only had he, a Three Tribulations Immortal Lord, never heard of such a thing—even if the Second Ancestor, the First Ancestor, and all the ancient immortals who had kicked the bucket were resurrected, they wouldn’t have either!
"Third Ancestor... this is our first meeting, right?" Jiang Che rubbed his hands together, grinning like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Third Ancestor: "......"
[Ding! Host has successfully scammed the Third Ancestor, earning 800 million points.]
First meeting, and you old geezer think you can get away without coughing up some goodies? Especially after I just extended your lifespan.
"Heh, don’t worry, I’ve got treasures—plenty of them, prepared long ago!" The Third Ancestor’s smile deepened.
Back when he sealed himself in immortal essence, the system had told him a fated one would appear. Ever since then, he had stockpiled a mountain of gifts. Opportunities favor the prepared!
He was clearly miles ahead!
"Thank you, Third Ancestor. Coincidentally, I also have some treasures I haven’t shown yet..." Jiang Che wasn’t in a hurry. Sooner or later, all these immortals would be fleeced bald by him.
[Ding! Host has scammed an Immortal Ancestor, earning 500 million points.]
Come on, it’s not really a scam, right?
What immortals desire is few and far between—lifespan is their top priority!
And Jiang Che had lifespan to spare. His immortal peaches didn’t bear fruit once every hundred years—they bloomed annually!
And each harvest yielded more than one!
He gave the ancestors what they needed most—lifespan. In return, they showered him with endless resources and treasures. A win-win!
"Oh? What other treasures do you have?" The Third Ancestor was also eager to see. Just how thick were the thighs of this legendary fated one—the one even his Heavenly Dao-level system had praised?
Even a mighty Three Tribulations Immortal like him sometimes wanted to hitch a ride on a young man’s coattails.
"Supreme Longevity Pills!"
Jiang Che flashed his pearly whites and flipped his hand—
Dozens of Supreme Longevity Pills materialized before everyone’s eyes.
The crowd fell into stunned silence. Though these pills looked utterly plain—even ugly, resembling nothing more than black maltose balls—
The immortals present could clearly sense the life essence contained within them!
More lifespan-extending substance!!!
Though the amount in each pill was less than a ten-thousandth of what was in the Longevity Peach...
The sheer quantity made up for it!
"Supreme Longevity Pills!!! They truly are Supreme Longevity Pills!"
The legendary pinnacle of alchemy, spoken of only in myths!
Supreme Longevity Pills!
Forged by refining the spiritual energy of all creation, requiring no herbs—using heaven and earth as the cauldron and the essence of all things as the catalyst!
The ultimate alchemical achievement, condensing the spiritual energy of the world into lifespan-extending substance. This was the difference between Supreme Longevity Pills and ordinary ones.
Or rather, they were fundamentally different entities!
"H-how... How can these truly exist?! Where did you obtain these pills?!"
The Third Ancestor’s jaw dropped in shock. Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years—a true fossil of the Nine Heavens—he had never heard of anyone successfully refining these legendary immortal pills of eternal life.
"Uh... it was my master!" Jiang Che didn’t want to keep blaming the Heavenly Realm anymore—pinning it on his nonexistent master was just as good!
"Master? You have a master???"
The immortals were completely stunned. How could the very incarnation of the Heavenly Dao have a master? Who would dare to be his master?
Just how indestructible must one’s fate be to claim the title of master to the Heavenly Dao itself!
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.”
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'!"
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!
