Buzz!
Amidst a swirl of black mist, Qin Luo reappeared in the Hall of Inheritance.
He glanced at Su Muwan, who seemed lost in thought, and smiled. "Miss, I'm back."
At the same time, he reached into the black vortex beside him with effortless grace.
Su Muwan sat on a stone table, eyes closed in contemplation. Hearing his voice, she gave a slight nod.
Slowly opening her eyes, she rubbed her temples and looked at Qin Luo. "Qin Luo, something feels... off to me."
Qin Luo tilted his head, wearing just the right amount of confusion. "What is it?"
Then, he yanked Ye Qun out of the vortex.
Ye Qun’s face was vacant, drool dripping from his mouth as his limp body dangled from Qin Luo’s grip.
With a casual release—
Plop!
Ye Qun collapsed onto the ground, giggling like an idiot. "Hehehe... I'm Little Leaf... yay..."
Su Muwan: "......"
Well, there’s the problem.
Her eye twitched violently as she stared at Qin Luo, who was still grinning.
Seriously?!
Can someone explain this?!
How did this guy turn a freaking T0 powerhouse into a drooling moron?!
Huh?!
Does that even make sense?!
Qin Luo, you’re absolutely insane!
As she stewed in disbelief—
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Su Muwan sauntered over, standing beside Qin Luo while eyeing Ye Qun, who was now pretending to row a boat on the floor.
"What’s the point of dragging this trash here when he’s like this?"
"Wouldn’t dumping him in a mental asylum be better?"
Qin Luo shrugged. "I was going to, but then I remembered—there’s something hidden inside him."
With that, he snapped his fingers.
A black hand materialized above Ye Qun’s head and yanked downward.
Whoosh!
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream followed as the spectral form of an old man in gray robes was ripped out.
Clutched in the black hand’s grip, the old man stared at Qin Luo in horror.
H-how?!
He could actually touch a spirit?!
But more importantly—
The old man’s gaze flicked to Su Muwan beside Qin Luo, and his soul nearly leaped out of his spectral body.
"GYAAAAHHH!!! JIHAN, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?!!"
Su Muwan blinked. "???"
What the hell is this guy screaming about?!
SMACK!
"Shut it."
Qin Luo backhanded the old man, instantly silencing him.
The spirit trembled in midair, clutching his spectral cheek.
Why am I getting slapped even as a ghost...
Su Muwan had been wondering about something for a long time.
And now, she finally asked.
"Hey, old man."
She smiled sweetly at the shivering spirit. "What exactly is this ‘Jihan the Frost Fiend’ you all keep talking about?"
"Does that thing... look like me?"
Qin Luo, still holding the spirit, raised a warning hand. "Everything you say will determine how much pain you’re in."
The old man shuddered.
He glanced at Su Muwan again.
N-no way...
The resemblance was uncanny.
"Look alike?"
He forced a weak laugh. "Well... not exactly the same..."
Su Muwan relaxed.
"More like..."
"Exactly the same."
Su Muwan: ?!
Qin Luo sighed. "Just as I thought."
Su Muwan whipped her head toward him, eyes wide.
"Just as you thought what?!"
Ignoring her mix of shock, fury, and disbelief, Qin Luo snapped his fingers again.
Click.
Dark energy enveloped the old man, instantly assimilating him into a shadow creature.
Su Muwan spun around.
"Hey! You just turned him without even asking?!"
"Master."
The now-shadowed old man bowed respectfully.
Qin Luo nodded. "Tell us what you know about Jihan the Frost Fiend."
"Understood."
The shadowed elder began, his voice steeped in ancient memory.
"Back then, this realm was known as the Profound Heaven World. No one knew where or how the woman called ‘Jihan the Frost Fiend’ appeared."
Su Muwan deadpanned. Why does this sound like an NPC monologue?!
"All they knew was..."
"Wherever she walked, rivers froze, mountains turned to ice."
"She wielded endless blizzards and ice spears, piercing through cultivators’ defenses like paper, turning their bodies into sieves."
Su Muwan looked down at her own palms: ......
Qin Luo grabbed her hand, examining it with exaggerated surprise. "These little hands did all that?"
Whap!
Su Muwan smacked him away, flustered. "Hey! That wasn’t me!"
The shadow elder continued.
"The great sects of the Profound Heaven World rose against her. Countless elite disciples marched to battle... but against her power, their resistance was futile."
"She didn’t just possess world-ending strength—she was cunning, skilled in manipulating minds."
"Many cultivators had their consciousness stripped away, turned into puppets that slaughtered their own kin."
Su Muwan’s eyes widened as fragments of a forbidden technique she’d learned in the demonic sect flashed through her mind.
No way... it can’t be...
"The land was ravaged. Cities crumbled. Families were torn apart."
The elder paused, trembling. "They say... to increase her power, she slaughtered cultivators en masse, devouring their spiritual energy and souls."
"Rumors claim... the Soul-Devouring Demon Art originated from her!"
Su Muwan: ...
Qin Luo: ...
After a beat of silence, Qin Luo asked, "Anything else?"
"Well..."
The elder hesitated. "I remember... Jihan annihilated the Taigu Xuan Sect for one reason..."
"For what?"
"Ah! Right!"
"The Profound Heaven Pearl!"
"But she never obtained it."
Profound Heaven Pearl?
Qin Luo frowned. What would she want with that?
Whatever. He had the gist of it.
With a wave, the shadow elder and Ye Qun vanished.
Qin Luo fell into thought.
If Jihan the Frost Fiend is Su Muwan after traveling through the Bronze Cauldron...
Why would she want the Profound Heaven Pearl?
Its only known uses are soul nourishment... and as a key to the Bronze Gate.
Is there something else?
Meanwhile—
Su Muwan was done.
Just... completely done.
Life was hard. Su Muwan sighed.
She knew she had terrible luck. Knew her karma score was probably in the negatives.
BUT STILL!
This was too much!
"WAAAHHHH!!!"
She lunged at Qin Luo, biting his hand like an angry kitten. "This is a joke! A sick joke!"
"That is me!!"
Using ice! It turns people into puppets! And it even devours spiritual energy!!
Who else could it be but her?
This... this is just...!
Su Muwan trembled violently, on the verge of collapse—why is it always me who gets hurt?
Qin Luo wanted to pat Su Muwan's head, but his hands had lost their autonomy, making it rather inconvenient.
No matter what...
The young mistress, crying in frustration, was utterly adorable...
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
