Boom!
The sky was shrouded in thick dark clouds, with lightning occasionally tearing through the heavens. The thunder roared like war drums, echoing between the earth and sky.
The surrounding mountains, under the pressure of this overwhelming aura, appeared unusually lush and vibrant.
This was a desolate battlefield!
At the center of the battlefield lay scattered broken stones and traces of past battles.
At this moment, a group of extraordinarily powerful prodigies gathered together, their expressions solemn yet confident, their auras as radiant as a rainbow.
They were clad in various splendid battle robes, wielding swords and magical artifacts, resembling deities descended from the heavens, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Now, they formed a circle, and in the center was...
Qin Luo, bound tightly with ropes.
His hands were tied, and a sturdy chain was wrapped around his neck.
Qin Luo wore an expression of helplessness, feigning fear with a dry and weak voice, "Ah, I'm going to die, save me."
"Someone, please save me."
"Qin Luo!"
The leading prodigy sneered, his voice dripping with mockery, "You aided the tyrant! You and that wicked woman oppressed the innocent and committed countless evils!"
"Today, we shall offer you as a sacrifice to the heavens!!"
And just then.
"Ridiculous!!"
A brilliant light streaked across the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder.
Su Muwan descended like a meteor.
Her robes fluttered in the wind, golden radiance encircling her, as though a goddess had descended to the mortal realm.
"Who dares lay a hand on my Qin Luo!"
Her shout shook everyone present.
The once-confident prodigies exchanged uneasy glances, a hint of unease creeping into their hearts.
In the next moment, Su Muwan dashed forward like lightning, a gust of wind rushing toward the prodigies surrounding Qin Luo.
Her movements were swift as a flash, and in an instant, she appeared before one of the prodigies, her hand glowing with spiritual energy.
Thud!!
Before the prodigy could react, Su Muwan struck him with a palm, sending him flying dozens of feet. He crashed into a stone wall, blood gushing from his mouth as he died on the spot!!!
"Next!"
Su Muwan coldly shouted, her aura surging like a tidal wave as she charged toward another prodigy.
Her movements were agile and fluid, each strike accompanied by intense spiritual energy, like a divine weapon descending from the heavens, crushing all resistance.
In the blink of an eye, she had defeated a dozen prodigies, one after another, leaving them powerless to fight back.
Seeing her companions fall one by one, the leading prodigy panicked and shouted, "Stop! Stop!! We were wrong!!"
"Wrong?!"
Su Muwan sneered, "Those who dare touch my Qin Luo shall die!!"
As her words fell.
Boom!
The last prodigy collapsed.
Immediately after.
Su Muwan walked straight toward Qin Luo, who was still bound.
With a gentle wave of her hand, the ropes snapped under her immense spiritual energy, freeing Qin Luo.
The latter, with an expressionless face, stiffly said, "Thank you for saving me, Miss."
"Family doesn't need thanks!!"
Su Muwan smiled boldly, her gaze resolute.
She wrapped an arm around the emotionless Qin Luo, looked up at the sky, and shouted.
"If the heavens do not birth Su Muwan!"
"The path of martial arts will remain eternal darkness!!"
"Kekeke!!"
"Kekeke!"
"Keke!"
"Ke..."
...
...
Whoosh!
Consciousness returned.
Jiangcheng, in the living room of the Su family villa.
"Kekekeke!!!"
Qin Luo and Su Muwan opened their eyes simultaneously.
Su Muwan, excited, let out a strange laugh beside him.
"Hahaha!!! This is the kind of dream I wanted!!"
"Qin Luo! Aren't you happy?"
Su Muwan looked at the expressionless Qin Luo, laughing so hard her body shook.
Qin Luo glanced at Su Muwan and sighed helplessly, "So why was I cast in this kind of script?"
Why was he the one tied up by those useless fools, waiting for Su Muwan to come save him??
"Ah! It was just an experiment!"
Su Muwan chuckled, teleporting closer to Qin Luo. She looked up at him, batting her eyes and speaking softly, "Can't you fulfill this little request for me, Luo Luo?"
Thump!
Qin Luo, unable to resist, averted his gaze and coughed lightly, "Since Miss has already conducted the experiment, what's the conclusion?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the bronze cauldron on the coffee table.
Earlier, Su Muwan had rushed over with the bronze cauldron, asking him to participate in an experiment.
This experiment... was to enter a dream together.
"Uh..."
Su Muwan's mouth twitched at his question.
Qin Luo blinked, turning to stare at her, "You didn't forget, did you?"
"H-how could I?"
Su Muwan replied nervously, pushing Qin Luo's shoulder and changing the subject, "Anyway! I've reached a conclusion!"
She picked up the doll next to the bronze cauldron, her expression serious.
Under Qin Luo's curious gaze, Su Muwan took a deep breath and said, "The conclusion is..."
She looked at Qin Luo solemnly.
Qin Luo, sensing the shift in atmosphere, straightened up and looked back at her intently.
"I have no idea, teehee."
"Teehee my foot."
Qin Luo was speechless.
"I really don't know!"
Su Muwan grabbed the doll and lay down on Qin Luo's lap, fiddling with the doll, her eyes filled with confusion.
"This doll was taken by Jiang Xueqi, but now it's back on my nightstand."
"At first, I thought this bronze cauldron could alter the past and future."
"But... after that dream, it seems that's not the case."
Alter the past and future?
Qin Luo was stunned.
He stared at the doll in Su Muwan's hand, then at the bronze cauldron.
Finally.
He recalled the system's last prompt.
[Note: The Fate Dream Cauldron has a chance to trigger a true dream.]
A chance to trigger a true dream...
No way?
Qin Luo's eyes widened. Could it be...
No way?
Su Muwan, unaware of the tension, continued to fiddle with the doll, muttering, "Qin Luo, maybe the doll was never taken?"
"Did I misremember?"
"But then how did it end up on my nightstand?"
"It's so strange..."
As she spoke.
Qin Luo stood up.
Su Muwan blinked, sitting up to look at him curiously, "Qin Luo, where are you going?"
Qin Luo took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm going to do some research."
"Research materials?"
"Miss, I'm a pure-hearted young man."
"W-what are you talking about! I meant regular research materials! Qin Luo, you're so perverted!"
"Pfft."
"Hey! What's with that mocking laugh?!"
...
...
After leaving the Su residence.
Qin Luo used his shadow abilities to teleport to the Emperor's Foundation.
He came here for one reason only—to confirm something.
If anyone knew the bronze cauldron best, it would be its original owner.
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
