Lin Chen gazed at the images carved into the wall, gradually unraveling the mysteries of the Aura Manipulation Technique.
A hundred years ago, the sect leader of the Aura Manipulation Sect had also come to this place.
The difference was, back then, the sect leader hadn’t grasped the deeper meaning—he could only rely on rote memorization to bring the knowledge back and force his way to understanding.
But now, Lin Chen had already studied the Aura Manipulation Technique for some time. The insights he gained from these murals were naturally different.
All the previously obscure and incomprehensible parts now flowed together seamlessly in his mind.
Su Xue'er pulled out her phone from her waist pouch and snapped a few photos.
"Taking pictures won’t help. The true essence of these murals lies in the lingering spiritual intent."
Lin Chen closed his eyes, his fingers tracing the carvings as he immersed himself in the sensation.
"So this is the Aura Manipulation Technique..."
Another voice suddenly spoke beside his ear.
Lin Chen’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert, locking onto the figure beside him.
Chen Bing chuckled, raising a hand wreathed in swirling energy. "Relax. We’re on the same side."
"Aura Manipulation Technique?!" Lin Chen’s brow furrowed.
What the hell? Aside from him and An Yi, there was someone else who knew it?
That old geezer had sworn he was the last practitioner!
Damn liar!
"Mr. Cheng still hasn’t emerged," Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, his expression turning serious.
Lin Chen shook his head. "Do you know what’s going on with this secret realm?"
Chen Bing pondered for a moment before answering. "The Nightmare Realm. It’s said to trap people in their most painful memories. The deeper the suffering, the harder it is to break free."
He sighed heavily before continuing, "Mr. Cheng’s life has been filled with too much pain. Right now, hatred is the only thing keeping him alive. Breaking out... will be nearly impossible."
"How do you know all this?" Lin Chen’s voice was icy as he studied Chen Bing.
Though they had fought side by side against the Joyous Sect before, this man was far too enigmatic.
Naturally cautious, Lin Chen remained wary of him.
Chen Bing smiled faintly. "There are many things in this world I know. As for the secrets... perhaps I’ll tell you in the future."
"Then do you know who was behind the massacre of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group?" Lin Chen pressed.
Chen Bing:
"Honestly? No idea."
Su Xue'er interjected curiously, "Then do you know what my favorite food is?"
Chen Bing:
"Come on, I only know your name is Su Xue'er and that you’re from the Underworld.
This world has seven or eight billion people.
There’s no way I can know everyone.
Even with a thousand more years, it wouldn’t be enough.
Most of my time is spent idling away—what’s the point, when I can’t escape the Curse of July?
If I’m not interested, no amount of free time will make me care.
It’s like... if your summer vacation were extended by two months, would you happily dive into homework?
Hell no!"
Suddenly, the sound of a commotion reached them.
"Zhang Qianyu, you really think you can take me on?"
Mo Jiu strolled forward, a massive axe resting on his shoulder, fresh blood still dripping from its edge.
Zhang Qianyu pressed on his acupoints to stem the bleeding from his chest wound, his gaze sharp. "Hmph! Eliminating demonic cultivators like you is the sacred duty of us from Dragon Elephant Mountain!"
"Pathetic righteousness."
Mo Jiu wiped his axe, his tall, lean frame radiating menace.
But Zhang Qianyu was no pushover either.
Ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Leaderboard—though overshadowed by Jiang Cheng, the undisputed number one—his strength was formidable among the younger generation.
Mo Jiu’s lips curled into a cruel grin.
If this fool wanted to die, he wouldn’t hold back.
The axe descended like a shadow—
Splitting Zhang Qianyu’s sword in half!
Mo Jiu’s gaunt body erupted with terrifying power.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning tore through the air!
Mo Jiu raised his arm to block—
Electricity surged through him, leaving his muscles searing in pain.
"Stand down," Zhang Qianyu said coldly. "Lv Zheng!"
Lv Zheng flicked a talisman between his fingers, his usually lazy tone now firm. "I may not like this guy, but he’s still part of the Dao Alliance. Letting you kill him would be... inconvenient."
Mo Jiu’s eyes narrowed. "And who are you?"
Holding the thunder talisman aloft, Lv Zheng answered with rare solemnity:
"Dao Alliance. Pure Sun Palace. Lv Zheng."
Elsewhere—
Buddhist radiance filled the sky as Ji Chen advanced, prayer beads whirling around him.
Half his face was twisted in wrath, the other half serene with a smile.
The contrast made him all the more terrifying.
Yan Zhi gripped her silver whip, her voice icy. "The Law Enforcement Bureau has no quarrel with you. Why attack us?"
Ji Chen replied lazily, "No reason. I just felt like killing someone."
"What a rotten excuse!"
Yan Zhi’s whip crackled with energy—she wasn’t to be underestimated.
Ji Chen observed her surging aura with indifference. "The Yan Family’s techniques truly are unusual. Reaching Bright Force at twenty-two, Dark Force at twenty-three, and Breaking Force just three months ago... Securing a seat among the Four Sacred Vermilion Birds is no small feat."
"Picking on a Law Enforcement Bureau officer isn’t very impressive, Master. How about you fight me instead?"
A tall figure stepped forward.
Jiang Cheng grinned at Ji Chen, his eyes glinting with menace.
Ji Chen sneered. "Our battle three years ago—when you defeated me—has haunted me ever since."
"You’ve broken the precept of anger, little monk."
Jiang Cheng slipped on his knuckle dusters, his usually half-lidded eyes now wide with killing intent.
"If I could beat you three years ago, I can do it again now."
"Qianqian, hold on!"
Tang Qingqing placed a detox pill into Shangguan Qianqian’s mouth.
The stunning actress’s face was flushed with fever.
She fought the urge to tear at her clothes, barely restraining herself.
"Well, well. If it isn’t the superstar."
Zhang Fan strode over, a chain leash in hand, Xue Ruirui trailing behind him. His smirk was wicked. "Under the effects of a lust toxin? How interesting."
"Zhang Fan!" Tang Qingqing tensed.
Over the past year, the "Venomous Physician" had made quite a name for himself.
His mastery of poisons rivaled even the Tang Clan and the Five Venoms Sect—though his medical skills were said to be equally formidable.
"Need my help?" Zhang Fan’s grin widened.
Shangguan Qianqian gripped her sword, her glare icy.
This man was a threat.
He couldn’t be allowed to live.
"That’s my toxin you’re trying to steal. Not very polite, is it?"
Xue Ming approached, his cold gaze fixed on Zhang Fan.
"Shixiong..." Xue Ruirui’s eyes lit up at the sight of him—but her hope quickly faded.
Xue Ming acted as though she didn’t exist, his focus entirely on Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan tugged the chain lightly. "I’ve also taken your cauldron."
"Fine by me. Just a cauldron—keep it if you like." Xue Ming shrugged.
Tears welled in Xue Ruirui’s eyes.
So it was true—everything Zhang Fan had said!
A "cauldron" was a vessel—flesh cultivated with herbs, destined to become a breeding ground for venomous creatures.
A fate worse than death.
She’d been deceived all along.
Xue Ming sighed. "Don’t blame me. Blame your bloodline."
Then—
The ground began to quake!
The sky split apart!
Rocks tumbled like the world itself was ending.
Every head turned upward in shock.
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!
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?!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?"
