Xiao Yike looked utterly dumbfounded, gripping the dagger in disbelief. "Boss, is this really yours?"
The middle-aged man was so furious he nearly spat blood. "This is outright robbery!"
An Yi sneered arrogantly. "Then why keep yapping about it?"
The middle-aged man:
Whoosh!
A black longsword suddenly materialized in An Yi's hand.
His eyes gleamed with arrogance. "Will you leave on your own, or do I have to beat you until you roll away?"
The man's face twisted with indignation, but he swallowed his pride and turned to leave.
Stay calm. Don’t lose your temper.
As a respected elder of a prestigious orthodox sect, he had reached the Hua Jin realm and ranked around 120th on the Heavenly Leaderboard. He was the face of his sect.
If he were killed here by this brat, his sect might as well disband.
Better a live coward than a dead hero.
When Xiao Yike saw An Yi again, he flashed a shy smile. "Boss, here’s the dagger. I don’t know how to use one—I’m a swordsman."
An Yi took the dagger and stored it in his spatial pouch, waving his hand dismissively. "No, no, this isn’t right. I can’t take it."
Xiao Yike insisted. "You’re my boss. It’s only right to offer you tribute. Besides, I really don’t use daggers."
"Alright then, if you insist. I’m a bit embarrassed, though," An Yi chuckled.
Suddenly—
A crimson glow flared in Xiao Yike’s eyes again as he snarled, "You bastard! Hand over the dagger! How dare you steal from me?!"
Clang!
An Yi blocked the heavy saber with his sword, his expression darkening.
His aura’s grown stronger.
If they fought now, An Yi couldn’t confidently say he could stop Xiao Yike’s strike with just two fingers.
Xiao Yike smirked coldly. "I underestimated you last night when you kicked me in the face. But this time, I won’t hold back. Die, you scum!"
As he spoke—
The saber slashed down again!
An Yi raised his sword to parry.
Though An Yi was also at the Hua Jin realm, he couldn’t instantly overpower Xiao Yike, who was at the same level.
Clang!
An Yi struck first, his sword cleaving through the air.
Xiao Yike blocked with his saber but was forced back several steps.
"Boss, I—uh, sorry about that."
The crimson in his eyes faded, replaced by his timid, hesitant demeanor. "This place is dangerous. How about we team up?"
"Turn around and get lost!"
An Yi kicked him away without hesitation.
This guy’s dual personalities are too unstable. He’s a liability.
Pulling out the dagger engraved with "Soulless," An Yi felt a surge of awe.
This is impressive.
The blade radiated a sharp, bloodthirsty aura, like a beast craving carnage.
It was saturated with bloodlust!
Perhaps from being nurtured in this scorching world for so long, the dagger had developed a faint sentience. When An Yi channeled his energy into it, the blade grew searing hot.
Its killing intent sharpened, its malevolence terrifying.
What kind of monster owned this dagger in its past life?
"Interesting. Even someone this strong ended up dying here?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, studying the shattered skeleton.
Time had eroded any identifiable traces, leaving little evidence of the person’s identity.
Holding the Soulless dagger, An Yi addressed the remains coolly. "I’m taking the dagger. Thanks."
As his battles grew fiercer, his old combat knife—worth a mere 100,000—could no longer keep up.
His enemies wielded weapons forged by master craftsmen, while his knife’s inferior material would shatter on impact.
This Soulless dagger was the perfect replacement.
Descending further down the stone steps, An Yi grew more cautious.
Above him, eerie, pterodactyl-like birds circled the sky, their leathery wings flapping as they screeched warnings.
Though they hadn’t attacked yet, their cries felt like a looming threat.
An Yi hesitated, his air blade at the ready, but ultimately held back.
Who knows what else lurks here? Better not provoke anything.
The steps seemed endless, stretching into an abyss that even An Yi found unnerving.
What the hell is down there?
Without hesitation, he pressed on.
Then—he froze.
The steps ended at a flat plateau.
Ahead, carved into the rock face, stood a stone hall.
An actual stone hall!
Crude and haphazardly constructed, its only remarkable feature was its massive scale.
"Fascinating."
A smirk tugged at An Yi’s lips. Sensing secrets within, he strode forward.
Suddenly—
A figure shot out from the hall, hurtling toward him.
A feminine voice shrieked, "An Yi, catch me!"
An Yi glanced up and swiftly reached out, bracing against the impact.
The force was so strong his feet cracked the ground before he steadied himself.
Soft. Tender. Voluptuous.
Miss Yan’s figure is truly exceptional.
Yan Zhi lay pale and trembling in An Yi’s arms, drenched in cold sweat.
Regaining her senses, she gasped, "Thank heavens you’re here. I’d have been doomed otherwise."
She shuddered, glancing at the sheer cliff behind her.
A fall would have sent her plunging into the molten lava below—certain death.
"What happened?" An Yi asked.
Yan Zhi slipped out of his embrace, her expression grave. "There’s a Fire Ghost inside. A terrifying one!"
"A ghost?"
An Yi was baffled.
Ghosts don’t exist.
Neither in this world nor his original one had he ever encountered such a thing.
"Don’t go in. We need to run—now!" Yan Zhi urged, gripping his arm tightly.
An Yi shrugged. "I’d love to, but I think it’s too late."
Thud.
Thud.
A figure wreathed in flames emerged from the hall, its footsteps heavy and deliberate.
With a casual flick, it tossed out a charred, blackened corpse.
Yan Zhi winced in pity.
The corpse belonged to a martial artist ranked 103rd on the Heavenly Leaderboard. He had encountered the flaming entity just before her.
In mere moments, he’d been reduced to this.
An Yi tensed. The Fire Ghost’s aura was overwhelming—so powerful it was horrifying.
Its strength was unreadable, but the sheer pressure it exuded was paralyzing.
An Yi’s gaze turned icy.
His black ring morphed into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, materializing in his grip.
Yan Zhi’s eyes sharpened as a silver whip appeared in her hand. "We fight it together!"
The Fire Ghost had no discernible features, yet An Yi could feel its gaze locked onto him.
Realization struck. He quickly drew the Soulless dagger.
Sure enough, the blade pulsed with a crimson glow, resonating with the Fire Ghost.
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened in shock. "The divine weapon Soulless! How do you have it?!"
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.
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.
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!
