"This... this is a Demon Emperor!"
An Emperor's Son exclaimed. This barren land was originally a battlefield where a Demon Emperor of the Nine Heavens fought against several Evil Spirit Emperors from the Evil Spirit plane. A few days ago... the Demon Emperor fell here.
But looking at it now... that Demon Emperor must have been corrupted and fallen to the power of the evil spirits.
"Holy shit! He wants to kill us!" an Emperor's Son cried out.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, I'll protect you behind me!"
"Good thing I have a scapegoat puppet in hand. Everyone, I'm slipping away first!" an Emperor's Son of the Jiang family said. But in the next second, he saw the other Emperor's Sons around him taking out scapegoat puppets one after another.
"You're really fucking damned. A scapegoat puppet lets you choose someone else to die for you, right? And you fucking chose me? I saved your life when we were kids, and this is how you repay me?"
"Old Seven, you have the nerve to say that? He chose you as his scapegoat, so you chose me, right?"
Obviously, they were all taught by the same master, so no one could break the cycle.
A treacherous system, specializing in screwing over their own people.
"What a bunch of fucking griefers!" Jiang Ruoxu snorted coldly. He originally thought these Jiang family Emperor's Sons were peerless geniuses with both talent and grace, but now it seemed... they were just a bunch of useless bums.
Jiang Ruoxu's livestream had been running the whole time. He had now faintly become a top-tier entertainment streamer in the Nine Heavens, with viewers for a single stream numbering in the trillions.
"This Evil Spirit plane is too terrifying, isn't it? Even an Emperor can be corrupted?"
"Can't beat them, can't beat them. What's the point of fighting? Sir Evil Spirit... right this way."
"Actually, I don't quite get it. The Evil Spirit plane just wants to corrupt us, so why should we resist? At worst, we just let them corrupt us and fall. Maybe after being transformed by the evil spirit power, we'll even get an opportunity and achieve a breakthrough in our aptitude!"
"What a bunch of utterly stupid fools. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact."
"But with this Emperor-level evil spirit, the streamers are probably really going to die this time. Knocking on the cyber wooden fish!"
"Knocking on the wooden fish +1"
...
Looking at the giant demonic claw that blotted out the sky and sun, vast as a galaxy, Jiang Ruoxu just chuckled.
A mere Emperor-level attack, he wasn't afraid at all!
At such a good opportunity, he had to show off big time.
So he bought an Invincible Item Card from the system, which could resist one instance of fatal damage.
"Boom—"
The fallen Emperor's attack struck, and the heavenly giant palm directly slammed down.
Invincible was instantly triggered!
A layer of golden light emerged on the surface of Jiang Ruoxu's body, like the sixteen-foot golden body of a Buddha.
[Beep! The host flexed invincibly, gaining 50 million Flex Points.]
Hearing the system's prompt, the corners of Jiang Ruoxu's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. He stood with his hands behind his back, striking an invincible pose.
However... suddenly, the hairs all over his body stood on end!
Oh no! He seemed to have forgotten something...
He instinctively looked back, only to see the ten Jiang family Emperor's Sons behind him, the scapegoat puppets in their hands all shattering.
And the target of the scapegoats—was entirely him!
"Son of a b*tch!"
Before he could finish cursing, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of lifeblood, and his whole body flashed with a burst of light.
Death, resurrection!
This group of Jiang family Emperor's Sons were really fucking griefers. They knew he wouldn't die... so they deliberately directed the disaster onto him.
Wasted an item card for nothing!
Jiang Ruoxu's heart was bleeding. Although a resurrection card in the system wasn't expensive, it still cost ten million Flex Points.
Although his cultivation was high now and he earned Flex Points faster, wasting a resurrection card for nothing... it was agonizing!
"Boss, we're sorry. We don't have any life-saving means. If we used the scapegoat puppets on each other, the other party definitely wouldn't be able to withstand an Emperor's attack, so we had to transfer it all to you!" a Jiang family Emperor's Son said with an apologetic face.
"I—" Jiang Ruoxu's mentality collapsed!
It was all his fault. Because he liked to show off too much, he had practically flaunted all the treasures in his system. These Emperor's Sons knew he had many life-saving means, which was why they were so unscrupulous.
[Beep! The host failed to flex, receiving a penal... The host flexed like a tough guy, gaining 100 million points.]
The system was just about to judge his flex a failure, but this guy forcefully endured it and slowly stood up. Everyone thought he had just tanked an Emperor's strike head-on!
"Holy shit! Truly the fucking King of Flexing, tanking an Emperor's strike head-on?"
"Is this an Immortal Body? Surviving an Emperor's attack head-on while only at the Quasi-Emperor realm?"
The ten Emperor's Sons behind him widened their eyes. Holy shit, that actually worked???
He deserved to earn those points!
"Heh... A mere Emperor, I only need to make a slight move to slay him!"
Jiang Ruoxu took out a crimson card. A Fatal Strike Item Card, capable of killing an Emperor!
Looking at the furious Evil Spirit Emperor in the sky above, he instantly crushed it!
[Fatal Strike Item Card: Can kill all experts below the Immortal level. One-hit kill.]
[Price: 500 million points]
This was his first time using a Fatal Strike Item Card from the red card group. He would definitely be able to pull off a massive flex.
But after the item card was crushed, countless starlights condensed in the void, eventually merging into a handsome figure wearing an imperial robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
"A mere Emperor dares to be arrogant? Die!"
The young man parted his thin lips slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in his cold eyes. Then, tens of thousands of order chains emerged in the void, instantly piercing through and tearing the fallen Emperor to shreds!
The moment the imperial-robed youth appeared, the entire world seemed to freeze, as if his very presence brought an aura that commanded everyone's attention.
"Bro... Brother?"
Jiang Ruoxu was numb. How did using a Fatal Strike Item Card end up summoning Jiang Che?
And bro, you're a bit too handsome. He originally used the Fatal Strike Item Card to make it easier to show off, but now it seemed... Jiang Che had completely stolen the spotlight.
"Holy shit, it has to be Mr. Jiang. This Mr. Jiang can actually conjure an avatar. Just a manifested avatar killed an Emperor so easily. Just how strong is his true cultivation level?"
"A heaven-sent talent indeed. Mr. Jiang bears five great immortal bodies, and rumors say he is the controller of the Supreme Dao origin. Being able to kill an Emperor in just a few short years, he has probably surpassed the many heroes on the genius rankings throughout the history of the Nine Heavens and Myriad Realms!"
"Even the Human Emperor back then took a full hundred years to become an Emperor. If I remember correctly... Mr. Jiang's soul age this year seems to be less than twenty-five, right?"
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
He tried very hard to listen for the system's reward sound, but obviously... the one flexing wasn't him, it was Jiang Che. Therefore, he didn't harvest any Flex Points.
Instead, he had lost fifty million Flex Points for nothing.
The joys and sorrows of humans are not connected.
[Beep! The host screwed over Jiang Ruoxu, gaining 1 billion points.]
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'!"
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?"
