The ground!
The soil churned endlessly!
Within the boundless sands, countless insects writhed, hidden beneath the layers of earth!
"Ah!"
A martial artist stood in the shifting sands, too slow to dodge—a massive beetle clamped onto his neck and dragged him under. Blood soaked the soil.
Witnessing this, Xue Ruirui felt as if her heart had been seized, her breath stolen by terror. Fear—an indescribable horror—swept over her.
This was already the third martial artist she had seen die in the jaws of these underground creatures.
Without Xue Ming by her side, she felt death could claim her at any moment in this cursed place.
Her fear grew. So did her regret. She never should have come here!
"Get away!"
Xue Ruirui swung her longsword, slashing at the sudden tendrils bursting from the ground, her face pale as death.
No woman could remain unshaken by such horrors—especially when they were deadly.
Among the martial artists transported here by the heavenly lightning, one figure stood out.
Xing San, ranked 197th on the Heavenly Rankings—a master of heavy fists!
His strikes had honed the power of fist energy!
In an instant—
Countless fist shadows erupted!
The insects churning beneath the soil fell silent, lifeless where they lay.
Xue Ruirui gasped, her eyes shimmering with awe. "Incredible... Is this the power of a top Heavenly Rankings expert?"
On the other side stood a bespectacled young man.
Though youthful, he carried an air of seasoned composure. His glasses gleamed coldly as he repeatedly adjusted the black frames with his fingers.
His nose bridge might as well have sparked from the friction!
Despite his unassuming demeanor, no one dared underestimate him.
Ninth on the Hidden Dragon Rankings—Chen Bing, the Thousand Mechanisms!
The remaining three were skilled fighters, but compared to Chen Bing—let alone Xing San—they fell far short.
After all, Xing San was a top-200 Heavenly Rankings expert!
Then, a colossal beetle erupted from the soil!
Its obsidian carapace, jagged mandibles, and crimson eyes were the stuff of nightmares.
Dense clusters of antennae, root-like and writhing, could trigger even the steeliest nerves.
A martial artist failed to evade in time—the beetle’s jaws clamped onto his waist!
"Save me!"
His desperate cry was cut short as he was severed in half! Blood sprayed!
The monstrous beetle chewed through the corpse, then spewed white venom toward the group.
Where the liquid struck stone, it melted instantly.
"Damn it! I’ll carve you up!"
A warrior swung a massive sickle at the beetle-like abomination.
Clang!
Sparks flew!
Yet his ferocious strike left not even a scratch on its shell.
Enraged, the beetle turned—
A jet of white venom shot forth!
The man’s agonized scream echoed as his flesh dissolved into white mist, his face rotting away.
His head was gone in seconds.
Only his body remained, twitching reflexively before finally going still.
The sight paralyzed the survivors with terror.
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, his expression unreadable—as if nothing could unsettle him.
The beetle now charged toward Xing San!
Xing San bolted in panic!
When the creature failed to catch him, it turned to another—this one far less fortunate.
The man raised his iron hammer in defense, only to be crushed and devoured alongside it! Blood gushed!
Xing San, drenched in sweat, legs trembling, noticed Xue Ruirui and frowned. "Little girl... how strange. These bugs won’t chase you?"
Xue Ruirui paled. "D-do they not?"
"Heh, let’s test that!"
With a cruel grin, Xing San darted behind her and hurled her toward the beetle.
Xue Ruirui barely registered the betrayal before she crashed beside the monster, her face drained of color.
True enough, the beetle recoiled—not attacking, but repulsed. It retreated a step, then spat venom at her!
Seizing the chance, Xing San grinned and fled.
Xue Ruirui closed her eyes, bracing for the venom to reduce her to sludge.
Chen Bing watched coldly.
He could save her—but wouldn’t.
A woman from the Five Poisons Sect was no saint.
And she was weak. Saving her would only bring trouble.
Then—a chain lashed out!
It coiled around Xue Ruirui’s neck and yanked her aside.
Sizzle!
The venom missed, eating into the rock instead.
Chen Bing’s gaze sharpened at the distant figure.
The chain’s wielder wore a hoodie, his sharp features half-hidden beneath the brim.
Zhang Fan.
This man was no simple foe.
Chen Bing had clashed with him on the train before—yet he’d escaped.
Gasping for air, Xue Ruirui clutched her throat and stared at Zhang Fan, emotions tangled. "Th-thank you... for saving me."
Zhang Fan’s grin stretched unnaturally wide.
He tugged the chain—Xue Ruirui’s throat constricted, her breaths turning ragged.
Crouching, he licked her cheek, his voice a sinister whisper. "No need for thanks. From now on, you’re my slave."
Her heart seemed to stop. Pupils shrinking, she stared at him.
"Good... very good. This scent—a bred poison servant, even your flesh is fragrant."
Another tug sent her sprawling facedown, trembling uncontrollably.
This man... was terrifying.
Yet, against her will, submission took root. The chain—its material unknown—seemed to pulse with dark allure.
Zhang Fan turned his smirk toward Chen Bing.
Their eyes locked, mutual killing intent flaring.
"Chen Bing, the Thousand Mechanisms. They say you’re a schemer. Let’s see how you escape this."
With a flick, yellow powder scattered over the soil.
The buried insects erupted in frenzy!
Twisting, thrashing—even the colossal beetle writhed under the influence!
And Chen Bing stood at the epicenter.
Zhang Fan sneered, leading Xue Ruirui away like a leashed dog.
Below—
Surrounded by the swarm, Chen Bing remained impassive.
Hiss!
The frenzied beetle struck first, mandibles snapping toward him.
Rip!
Its jaws split apart.
Between Chen Bing’s fingers gleamed nearly invisible threads.
His hands danced—
The massive beetle was diced into chunks!
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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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
