"Ahem... Young Master Jiang, this old man was just joking with you earlier, don't mind it! Don't mind it!"
Immortal Venerable Tiangong changed his tune faster than the flip of a book.
Jiang Che touched the corner of the table, his tone flat, "But you have already seen my trump card, and even know about my fusion with the Great Dao Origin. I probably can't let you live."
"Uh—"
Immortal Venerable Tiangong was sweating profusely!
He never thought that one day he would actually be forced into such a corner by a Nirvana Realm youth.
"Young Master Jiang, this old man promises you, I'll forge immortal artifacts for you..."
"Thirty pieces! You provide the materials, and I will forge them for you. Treat it as an apology for my rudeness just now!"
Immortal Venerable Tiangong gritted his teeth. Forging thirty immortal artifacts would probably work him to death!
"Fifty pieces!" Jiang Che still calmly extended five fingers.
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"How about forty? Young Master Jiang, my time is also..."
"Fifty-five!"
"Fine, fine, fine! Fifty it is, this old man agrees."
"Sixty!"
"Pfft—" Immortal Venerable Tiangong was almost mad with anger. Why didn't this kid play by the rules?
"Sixty! Can't this old man just agree to you? Sixty! Young Master Jiang, please say no more..."
At this moment, Immortal Venerable Tiangong truly experienced what it meant to want to cry but have no tears.
Jiang Che's thin lips curled up slightly. "I'm not an unreasonable person either. I've already prepared the raw materials for you."
Saying that, he tossed out fifty pounds of Immortal Silkworm Silk.
"Use these to forge sixty immortal artifacts. Every single one must be a Four-Tribulation Immortal Artifact!"
"Four-Tribulation?!!! Young Master Jiang, you might as well kill me!" Immortal Venerable Tiangong was about to spit blood!
Although he could forge Six-Tribulation Immortal Emperor Artifacts, every Six-Tribulation Immortal Emperor Artifact had to undergo tens of thousands of years of tempering and survive six immortal tribulations to be complete.
Forging sixty Four-Tribulation Immortal Artifacts was truly worse than taking his life.
"Alright! I will contact my master right now and have her come and kill you!" Jiang Che said seriously.
Originally, Immortal Venerable Tiangong was prepared to completely slack off and refuse to do this job even if beaten to death!
But right after Jiang Che's words fell, his heart began to palpitate wildly!!!
Jiang Che's master? Coming to kill him?
As a Five-Tribulation Immortal Venerable, he naturally had a sense for these things. He could be absolutely certain that if he really slacked off and refused... a great terror would truly descend, and he would die with absolute certainty!!!
Jiang Che was not joking with him!!!
"Ahem, I'll do it, I'll do it! Rest assured, Young Master Jiang, it's about time this old man's bones got some exercise."
Saying that, he took the fifty pounds of Immortal Silkworm Silk, weighed it in his hands, and had a somewhat awkward expression on his face.
"F-fifty pounds of Immortal Silkworm Silk?"
"What? Is it not enough?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
"Enough, enough, enough! It's absolutely enough!"
[Beep! Host has scammed...]
Enough my ass!!!
One pound of Immortal Silkworm Silk was barely enough to make one immortal artifact, and that would only be a Two-Tribulation Immortal Artifact. A Four-Tribulation Immortal Artifact didn't just need Immortal Silkworm Silk; it also required various other divine metals and immortal jades to be melted together. Yet Jiang Che had only given him this tiny bit of material. He was absolutely going to suffer a massive loss this time.
It was like paying out of his own pocket just to go to work, and still getting exploited!
"As long as it's enough. It won't be too difficult for you, right?" Jiang Che chuckled lightly.
"N-no... it won't!"
"That's good then."
After saying that, Jiang Che turned to leave.
"Oh, right! Young Master Jiang, would you like to stroll around our Tiangong Immortal Sect?" Immortal Venerable Tiangong smiled flatteringly. After all, this young master in front of him was truly someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"No need. Your Tiangong Immortal Sect is entirely filled with male cultivators. It's boring!"
Jiang Che let out a yawn.
In the Nine Heavens, the path of forging artifacts was purely a STEM field! There were hardly any women who pursued artifact forging, and even if there were... they were all burly, muscle-bound Barbies. After all, artifact forging had extremely high requirements for the physical body.
Immortal Venerable Tiangong: "......"
Damn it. Although he had long heard that Jiang Che was fond of beautiful women, who would have thought that such a situation would arise one day?
Otherwise, he definitely would have recruited a large number of beautiful female disciples and established some sort of Immortal Sect Holy Maiden.
Just at this moment, a young disciple suddenly barged in.
"Ancestor, Ancestor! Immortal Lord White Fox has come to visit... Uh... Young Master Jiang, why are you here too?"
A disciple who could casually barge in obviously had a high status, and his cultivation had also reached the Tenth Heaven of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
Ye Zhiqing, possessing the Heaven-Forging Immortal Physique, was a born genius in artifact forging. He was Immortal Venerable Tiangong's only personal disciple and a top-tier genius ranked sixth on the Heaven Rankings, yet he was completely immersed in the Dao of Artifact Forging.
"Hm? Immortal Lord White Fox?" Immortal Venerable Tiangong was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly became excited.
That's it!
"Ahem, did Immortal Lord White Fox bring her disciple along?" As the old man spoke, he began winking and making faces at Ye Zhiqing.
"Uh... Ancestor, is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you want me to go find Ancestor Medicine Immortal from the Immortal Medicine Hall to take a look?"
"......"
Damn it, this stupid disciple of his had decent strength, but his ability to read the room was far too terrible, wasn't it?
"Ahem, you foolish disciple, aren't you going to quickly greet Young Master Jiang?" The old man hinted frantically.
Ye Zhiqing rubbed his forehead, looking completely bewildered. Logically speaking, a prodigy of his level would definitely have his own pride, but he didn't seem to put on any airs at all and immediately began bowing and nodding deferentially to Jiang Che.
"Hello, Young Master Jiang!"
"......"
Hopeless, completely hopeless!
"Immortal Lord White Tiger? Could it be an immortal from the White Tiger Clan?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Just by hearing the title 'White Tiger', one could tell she was a stunning beauty.
"Uh... not White Tiger, it's White Fox! Immortal Lord White Fox! She is a Four-Tribulation Immortal Lord from the Qingqiu White Fox Immortal Clan! Over a hundred years ago, Immortal Lord White Fox entrusted me to forge an immortal artifact for her disciple. She's probably here today to check on the progress..."
"Oh, right! That Immortal Lord White Fox was ranked first on the Stunning Beauties Ranking a hundred thousand years ago! And the disciple she took in is also a top-tier prodigy of the White Fox clan, as well as the current second place on the Stunning Beauties Ranking."
Old Man Tiangong hinted frantically... Uh, no, this was already an explicit declaration!
In order to curry favor with Jiang Che, he was going all out.
After all, he had truly been terrified just now! That word 'master' that Jiang Che had blurted out... to him, it was like a devastating disaster. The massive karma involved in it was enough to crush a Venerable Immortal like him into dust.
"Young Master Jiang, if you have your eyes on Immortal Lord White Fox, I can... I can help you capture her. With the help of the Six-Tribulation Emperor Artifact, the Immortal Binding Rope in your hands, we can definitely tie up that Immortal Lord White Fox and bring her home..."
Jiang Che: "???"
When I type out question marks, it's not because I have a problem, but because you have a problem, you little old man!
"Ahem, I am an upright gentleman. How could I possibly do such despicable things?"
"???" What kind of upright gentleman f*cking scams people to death? Forging 60 Four-Tribulation Immortal Artifacts? Is that something a f*cking human would say?
"It just so happens that I, your junior, will go with you to broaden my horizons, and pay a visit to that Immortal Lord White Fox while we're at it."
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
