Sword Venerable Qinglian was in a good mood!
The gap in cultivation between her and Jiang Che was simply too massive. If they forced a union... even with Jiang Che's Extreme Yang Immortal Body, he would instantly explode and die.
Given Jiang Che's heaven-defying aptitude, unless he cultivated to become an immortal, uniting with her would pose a fatal risk!
No matter how strong Jiang Che's talent was, it would probably take him at least a few hundred years to become an immortal. Hehe... that meant a few hundred more years of freedom for her.
In an instant, Li Qinghuan felt much happier.
Although she didn't mind the idea of having a Dao companion, she was, after all, an old woman who had been single for over a hundred thousand years. Rushing into a physical relationship with a man... still made her feel extremely resistant deep down.
But if she didn't give Jiang Che a little taste of sweetness, how was she supposed to get that peerless immortal wine from him?!
The main reason she came to Jiang Che's side was, after all... the immortal wine!
Suddenly, her gaze shifted to her own little sword spirit. The little sword spirit was still rubbing her bottom, clearly having suffered quite a bit of injury.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm warning you! Don't even think about selling me out... if you want to drink immortal wine, go find Jiang Che yourself!" The little loli sword spirit had spent countless years with Li Qinghuan and knew this woman's character inside out.
Just one look was enough to tell that this girl was up to no good!
"Zhu'er~~~"
"No way!"
...
Drunken Immortal Pavilion, fifth floor.
Immortal Chef Hua stepped into this place with extreme nervousness, his old face trembling with reverence.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion had five floors, but even as the pavilion master himself... he was only allowed to operate on the fourth floor. The very top floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion... belonged to the true master of the immortal pavilion!
The fifth floor was nothing more than an extremely simple altar. Atop the altar sat a massive cauldron, covered in countless formation patterns.
"Im... Immortal Master, this junior Hua Jiudao has urgent matters and requests an audience!"
Immortal Chef Hua half-knelt before the cauldron, his expression extremely devout, not even daring to let his divine sense wander.
Suddenly!
With a whoosh, roaring flames appeared out of thin air beneath the immortal iron cauldron!
The flames were of an incredibly high temperature, alternating between white fire and seven-colored hues in a continuous cycle.
Even the void was scorched and distorted.
At some point, a white broth had appeared within the immortal cauldron... Amidst the boiling water, countless rare immortal ingredients could be faintly seen stewing inside. The air was filled with an incredibly tempting, fresh, and sweet aroma. Just a single whiff of this scent was enough to make one's soul drift away; even immortals would feel intoxicated.
The most outrageous part was that inside the cauldron... amidst the rising steam, a slender figure could faintly be seen leaning against the edge. The figure, like the white broth, appeared milky white. Half-hidden and half-revealed... although her facial features couldn't be seen, one could faintly tell she was a peerless beauty!
The immortal fire was stewing the thick soup, and the cauldron was filled with world-rare immortal-grade ingredients, even showing traces of half-step Dao medicines. Yet, the figure in the cauldron seemed as if she were soaking in a hot spring... lazy and leisurely.
Amidst the swirling mist, the woman picked up a soup spoon, scooped up some broth, and brought it to her mouth. "The heat is still a bit lacking..."
Immortal Chef Hua lowered his head; he knew the true pavilion master had appeared!
Although he was world-renowned and crowned with the title of Immortal Chef by the world, in truth... the person in the cauldron before him was the true Immortal Chef of the Nine Heavens!
A Supreme Immortal Emperor who had mastered the origin of the Great Dao of Food. All the Supreme Immortal Emperors in the Nine Heavens, both in the open and in the shadows, probably numbered no more than ten combined, and the person before him was one of them.
The true Food Immortal!
"M-Milady, this junior has a request!" Hua Jiudao couldn't even speak fluently.
Since he had already pledged allegiance to Young Master Jiang, he naturally had to bid farewell to the pavilion master!
"I already know. You may leave or stay as you wish," the woman's lazy voice sounded.
The sound of splashing water came from the cauldron, and a long, jade-like leg stretched out from the soup, stirring the ingredients in the cauldron while coated in broth.
"T-Thank you, Immortal Master," Hua Jiudao felt endless gratitude in his heart.
Although he had never seen the true face of the pavilion master, she was definitely a peerless beauty. He just didn't know if Young Master Jiang had the strength to conquer her.
After kowtowing a few times, Immortal Chef Hua retreated.
The immortal cauldron continued to stew. After an unknown amount of time, a faint sigh echoed in the air, followed by the immortal fire extinguishing, and the figure vanished from the spot.
......
"System, investigate Yu Wan'er's biological father."
Jiang Che's expression was serious, a trace of killing intent flickering in his eyes.
He wanted to see exactly what kind of background this father of Yu Wan'er had.
[Beep! The target's status level is too high. Investigating his identity requires consuming a massive amount of points (1 billion).]
Jiang Che was stunned for a moment. Status level too high... this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
But obviously, no matter how high this guy's status level was, it wasn't as high as his own.
"Spend it."
Jiang Che spoke calmly; he wanted to probe this guy's depths.
[Beep! Host has consumed 1 billion points. Investigating...]
About three minutes later, the system produced the results.
A large pile of data appeared before Jiang Che's eyes. However, what surprised him the most was... the photo was actually of a little brat around four or five years old???
He looked fair and tender, but his eyes revealed a sense of profound worldly vicissitudes.
[Yu Chuan. In the past, a fragmented Dao Fruit of the Myriad Realms, a person born with defects. The 9th generation President of the Destiny Association. A pending examinee of the Travelers. Cultivation: 60% Transcendent...]
Jiang Che's eyes narrowed slightly. This guy really had something to him.
He was actually the President of the Destiny Association!!!
Moreover, his introduction was very unusual. Fragmented Dao Fruit, and some sort of Traveler examination?
What were the Travelers?
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. This thing sounded like an organization. This guy was the President of the Destiny Association, and his cultivation was definitely far above those Supreme Immortal Emperors who had fused with the origins of the Great Dao.
But even so, he was merely a pending examinee for these Travelers.
From this, one could imagine that the Travelers were definitely an extremely terrifying faction. Faintly... he felt as if he had touched upon the most mysterious group of people in the world.
For a brief moment, he even felt a twinge of doubt about his own status level. There must be a leader among these Travelers, right? Could their status level be higher than his own?
Jiang Che's horizons were no longer what they used to be. Cultivation realms and the like were all nonsense!
Immortals, gods, and even the origins of the Great Dao were just tricks to scare children. The truly top-tier individuals were ranked by status level. Those with a higher status level... were simply invincible!
Meanwhile, on the other side, within the Destiny Association.
"Haha... You've finally arrived. This is my examination checklist for the current epoch, please take a look."
Yu Chuan, in the appearance of a young child, walked up to a figure with an extremely humble attitude.

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...

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!