Wang City.
Ye Family.
Behind the courtyard.
Ye Qun, his face half-scarred as if frostbitten, glared with dark intensity.
He said nothing, only throwing punch after punch.
The wind from his fists howled, trembling the air around him.
Each strike carried a deep, seething hatred.
Unforgettable!
He would never forget that moment!
Scenes from the National Martial Tournament flashed repeatedly before Ye Qun’s eyes.
Su Muwan’s arrogant, sneering face as she rode her ice dragon, looming over Wang City.
The overwhelming, inescapable wave of frigid spiritual energy that had crashed down upon him.
Back then, he had been filled with ambition—eager to prove to the world that Ye Qun, the jewel of the Ye Family, had returned!
Yet before he could even make his mark in the tournament,
Su Muwan, that venomous woman, had ambushed him without warning!
She had ruined him…
Ye Qun touched the ruined half of his face, his expression twisting into something monstrous.
In that instant, half his face had gone numb from the cold. Though he had survived, the grotesque frostbite scars remained—a permanent brand of humiliation.
His pride, his dignity, his very face—all had been trampled into the dirt!
And that wasn’t all.
Su Muwan had crippled his cultivation that day.
Now, he was nothing but a laughingstock in the eyes of Wang City.
Damn her! Damn her! Damn her!!
All of them—every last one—deserved to die!
"Su Muwan…"
The name tore from Ye Qun’s clenched teeth, his voice warped with hatred.
He lashed out at a stone stool beside him. With a sharp crack, the sturdy stool shattered into pieces, debris scattering wildly.
"You venomous witch!!"
"Just you wait!!"
"I swear I’ll have my revenge—I’ll tear you and your lackeys to pieces!!"
His roar echoed through the courtyard. At this moment, only one thought consumed Ye Qun’s mind: vengeance.
Then—
[Little Ye, don’t act recklessly.]
A frail voice slowly surfaced in Ye Qun’s mind.
"Master?"
Ye Qun’s eyes widened, then blazed with sudden joy. "You’re awake?!"
Though his cultivation had been ruined during the tournament,
it was thanks to his master—hidden within his ring—that he had not only survived death’s doorstep
but also seized opportunities to rebuild his strength, even breaking through to the Domain Realm!
The cost, however, had been steep. His master had expended too much energy and fallen into a deep slumber.
[Little Ye, I awoke because I sensed something…]
[An ancient ruin is about to emerge… and it’s right here in Wang City.]
Ye Qun’s eyes gleamed, but he suppressed his excitement. "Master, forget that for now—are you alright?"
[Heh, don’t worry. I won’t die until I see you dominate this era, Little Ye.]
[I still need you to restore our Taigu Xuan Sect.]
The Taigu Xuan Sect—one of the top sects of the Xuantian Realm.
Once, it stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Taichu Sacred Land and the Taixuan Demon Sect.
But it had been the first to fall prey to the Frostbane Specter, vanishing into the river of time.
Ye Qun’s gaze darkened.
He was its last successor.
The Taigu Xuantian Scripture—his greatest trump card.
Most of his miraculous recovery could be credited to this very technique.
Calming himself, he asked, "Master, is there something special about this ruin?"
[Yes…]
The weak voice continued,
[Little Ye, I can sense it—this ruin is the ancient remains of our Taigu Xuan Sect. That’s why I was able to awaken.]
[Inside lies the sect’s lost legacy, and only you are worthy of inheriting it.]
[And…]
[My spiritual recovery depends on an artifact within—the Taixuan Pearl.]
[Remember, you must enter and claim both these fortunes.]
[I… will wake again when you step into the ruins…]
The voice faded, leaving no response no matter how Ye Qun called out.
"Master…"
Ye Qun clenched his fists, grief flashing in his eyes.
Who was to blame for his master’s condition?
None other than that venomous woman, Su Muwan!
If she hadn’t ambushed him, his master wouldn’t have exhausted himself to restore Ye Qun’s cultivation.
This was all her fault!
He raised his head, eyes burning with determination.
Ancient ruins.
A lost legacy. The Taixuan Pearl.
Good.
This was his chance—to rise once more and stand at the pinnacle of this era!
So what if spiritual energy had resurged? So what if ancient sects had reappeared?
Ye Qun was destined to dominate this era!
Just you wait, witch.
In two days, I’ll take back everything you stole from me!
……
Taichu Sacred Land.
Beast Spirit Mountain.
Su Bailian strolled leisurely with her spirit beast, Boqi, smugly surveying her domain.
She grinned, scanning her surroundings with satisfaction.
Perfect.
After days of effort, she had officially become the most favored junior disciple of the Taichu Sacred Land.
Elder Gong had been completely fooled by her, thinking she was some kind of genius at raising spirit pets.
In reality, nothing of the sort was true—it was just that Boqi and she shared a heart-to-heart connection!
However, one thing had always left Su Bailian utterly exasperated.
That was the fact that a certain little wretch named Chu Yu kept targeting her.
Whether it was coldly scolding her or taking every opportunity to jab at her with snide remarks, it always made Su Bailian’s stomach churn with anger.
But no matter—sooner or later, she’d make that little bitch regret ever crossing her!
Just then—
"Disciple."
Elder Gong flew over from the distance astride his Devouring Sky Spirit Ox.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he examined the lively and obedient young girl before him, his expression tinged with satisfaction. "The ancient ruins will emerge the day after tomorrow—a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."
"You’ve only just begun your cultivation journey, and your strength is still shallow. This time, you’ll accompany your senior brothers and sisters. Who knows? You might even stumble upon an opportunity or two."
Su Bailian, snapping out of her thoughts, looked up with wide, curious eyes. "Ancient ruins? Master, what’s inside? Is it really that amazing?"
Elder Gong stroked his beard and chuckled, patiently explaining, "Those ruins are a mysterious realm left behind by mighty figures of the past. Inside, you’ll find long-lost cultivation manuals, high-grade magical artifacts, and even rare treasures capable of reshaping spiritual roots or enhancing one’s innate potential."
"Countless cultivators would trek thousands of miles and brave countless dangers just for a single opportunity."
"You’re bright by nature and possess a rare affinity with spirit beasts. If you can find an opportunity that resonates with you, your path of cultivation will become smooth sailing."
Su Bailian’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. "Lianlian understands! I won’t let Master down! But..."
She frowned slightly, her face clouded with worry as she spoke timidly, "Lianlian has never traveled far before. What if I end up holding my senior brothers and sisters back?"
Elder Gong shook his head reassuringly. "No need to worry. Your senior brothers and sisters are experienced—they’ll protect you."
"Moreover..."
Dismounting from the Devouring Sky Spirit Ox, he patted its massive body and declared generously, "As my personal disciple, Lianlian, I’ll lend you my Devouring Sky Spirit Ox, which has accompanied me for tens of thousands of years, to accompany you on this journey."
As he spoke—
"Moo~"
The spirit ox cast a disdainful glance at the tiny Boqi by Su Bailian’s feet, lifting its head arrogantly and snorting.
Boqi, meanwhile, stared unblinkingly at the Devouring Sky Spirit Ox, its mouth hanging open.
Drool dripped from its lips in thick, wet strands.
It trotted up to the ox and barked, "Woof!"
The ox glanced at it and snorted, "Moo (Scram)."
Su Bailian also eyed the spirit ox, her mind churning with thoughts, before sweetly thanking him, "Thank you, Master!"
"You’re the best to me~"
Her soft, sugary voice, drawn out with a lingering sweetness, could melt anyone’s heart.
Elder Gong, flattered by her words, flushed slightly.
His usually stern and rigid expression softened considerably as he cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of authority. "You little rascal, always knowing how to sweet-talk this old man."
"This journey to the ancient ruins is fraught with danger. Though your senior brothers and sisters will be with you, you mustn’t let your guard down. Stay sharp at all times."
With that, he pulled out a small spirit beast pouch from his sleeve and handed it to Su Bailian. "Inside are a few Beast Taming Talismans. In an emergency, they can help you command nearby spirit beasts. Consider it a life-saving trinket from your master. Keep it safe."
Su Bailian accepted it with a nod, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you, Master!"
Hehe, perfect.
The day after tomorrow, I’ll make that little bitch regret ever messing with me!
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!
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...
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?!
