This dagger, huh?
An Yi twirled the Soulless Dagger in his hand with a light chuckle. "Someone gave it to me. I kept refusing, but they insisted."
Yan Zhi asked curiously, "Is this dagger something special?"
Yan Zhi rolled her eyes, silently lamenting his absurd luck.
The Soulless Dagger was, without a doubt, a legendary weapon.
A century ago, it was the blade of Wei Nanfeng, the King of Assassins.
At his peak, Wei Nanfeng ranked second on the Heavenly Leaderboard.
For a thousand years, the top spot on the Heavenly Leaderboard had always been monopolized by the successive lords of the Divine Hall. No one else even had a chance to challenge it.
Second place was already an unparalleled achievement!
It was said that even Master Yuanyi, the current second-ranked on the Heavenly Leaderboard, had once been defeated by Wei Nanfeng.
And back then, Wei Nanfeng was only in his thirties!
His talent could only be described as earth-shattering. Throughout the history of martial artists in Great Xia, he stood as a peerless genius.
Unfortunately, he met an untimely end a hundred years ago in the Hongtian Secret Realm, never to emerge again.
Yan Zhi stared at the dagger in An Yi’s hand with reverence.
The Soulless Dagger had slain the Black Demon Sect’s patriarch, the Sacred Knight Commander of Eagle Nation, and the strongest generation of curse masters.
This was a true bloodthirsty divine weapon, stained with the souls of countless renowned figures!
An Yi lifted the Soulless Dagger and used its tip to scrape a pebble stuck in his shoe before gripping it again.
As the flaming revenant approached step by step, he asked calmly, "How do we fight this thing? Any weaknesses?"
Watching An Yi treat the legendary dagger so carelessly, Yan Zhi suppressed the urge to roll her eyes again. "No idea. I didn’t even get a chance to strike—I was blasted away by its shockwave."
"Seriously? That weak?" An Yi blurted out.
A vein throbbed on Yan Zhi’s forehead.
If not for the dire situation, she would’ve smacked that smug mouth of his.
Sssshhhhk!
A powerful surge of energy erupted.
An Yi’s eyes narrowed as his body was forced backward uncontrollably.
"Watch out!" Yan Zhi’s warning rang out.
An Yi barely had time to react. Instinctively, he drew the Dragon Fang Demon Sword and raised it in defense.
Clang!
Dagger met sword.
An Yi staggered back two or three steps before steadying himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Damn, that force… No wonder Yan Zhi couldn’t handle it!"
The humanoid revenant wielded two rusted, broken daggers wreathed in flames, yet they clashed evenly against An Yi’s Dragon Fang Demon Sword.
Then, the revenant twisted its body, slashing one of its jagged blades toward An Yi’s neck.
An Yi leaped back.
The revenant was too close—he could feel the searing heat radiating from its fiery body.
At this range, his longsword was cumbersome and ineffective.
Without hesitation, An Yi willed the Dragon Fang Demon Sword to shrink into a dagger, parrying the revenant’s strike.
But the revenant wasn’t done. Its other dagger reversed grip and thrust sideways!
Clang!
At the last moment, An Yi drew the Soulless Dagger and blocked.
Both combatants were forced back two steps.
An Yi’s back was drenched in cold sweat, his soul practically floating out of his body.
"That was way too close!"
What the hell was this thing?!
Gritting his teeth, An Yi tightened his grip on both daggers, his gaze sharpening.
No opponent had ever pressured him like this. The revenant’s flawless dagger techniques made him feel like a child being schooled.
Ding! System upgrade complete!
A soft chime echoed in his mind.
An Yi’s face lit up with excitement.
His previously frozen system had finally rebooted.
A smirk curled his lips. "Upgrade Dagger Mastery to Lv. 4!"
Ding! [Dagger Mastery] has reached Lv. 4!
Ding! Skill unlocked—[Death’s Kiss]!
[Death’s Kiss (Passive Skill)]
Effect: Striking a vital point grants a 50% instant-kill chance!
An Yi’s eyes gleamed.
Now this was a skill!
For ordinary people, a stab through the heart, throat, or skull was fatal. But powerful martial artists could cling to life if treated promptly.
A 50% instant-kill chance meant they wouldn’t even get that opportunity.
The flaming revenant lunged again, its jagged daggers blazing with terrifying intensity.
With his upgraded Dagger Mastery, An Yi now fought more fluidly—yet he was still being suppressed.
"Tch. Never faced someone this relentless!"
The revenant’s attacks were a relentless storm, leaving no room to breathe.
A single slip, and those jagged edges would carve into his neck.
Nearby, Yan Zhi watched the battle, gripping her silver whip with tense focus but not daring to interfere.
The two were too close, their positions shifting unpredictably.
Then—the revenant seized an opening mid-fight. It dashed forward, dagger aimed straight for An Yi’s exposed chest!
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened. "No—!"
Splurt!
Blood sprayed.
A crimson gash bloomed across An Yi’s chest as the revenant flashed past him.
Yan Zhi’s face paled in realization.
"No mistake… That was the Dragon’s Return Slash!"
Wei Nanfeng’s signature technique!
Could this revenant be…
"Stay back!"
An Yi raised a hand to stop Yan Zhi from rushing over, his eyes burning with lethal intent.
He pressed a few acupoints to stem the bleeding, then turned, his gaze icy as it locked onto the revenant.
In his grip, the Soulless Dagger hummed faintly, as if excited.
"Interesting. I want to face him properly."
An Yi’s voice dripped with arrogance.
Like lightning, he charged forward, leading with a reverse-grip slash!
Clang!
The revenant blocked.
The two clashed once more, blades dancing in a deadly exchange.
From the sidelines, Yan Zhi’s shock only grew.
An Yi, who had been at a disadvantage, was gradually turning the tide!
But the more she watched, the more unnerved she became—until her eyes widened in disbelief.
An Yi’s movements, once basic, now mirrored the revenant’s—swift, ruthless, and precise.
He was copying its techniques!
Seizing an opening, An Yi pivoted behind the revenant.
Swish!
His speed spiked as he slashed at the revenant’s arm.
Yet, his blade passed harmlessly through the flames.
"Tch!"
An Yi’s expression darkened.
If he couldn’t damage it, how could he possibly win?
His opponent was an intangible, unkillable monster!
What now?
Suddenly, the revenant stopped.
It gripped its own arm—the one An Yi had "cut"—and clenched.
Whoosh!
The flames dissipated.
The broken dagger it held clattered to the ground, no longer wreathed in fire.
The revenant had extinguished its own arm!
An Yi’s breath hitched.
This thing… didn’t want an unfair advantage.
Now one-armed, the revenant raised its remaining dagger and gestured for An Yi to continue.
Though it had no face, no expression…
An Yi could sense its unyielding pride.
A flicker of respect crossed his face.
Just what kind of man had this been in life?
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.”
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
