"Stupid mutt, this strike carries twenty years of cultivation—can you block it?!"
An Yi swung his sword.
A crescent-shaped black sword energy slashed through the air.
The heart of the Colossal Beast Hongtian, which had just relaxed, tensed again before twisting into a vicious grin.
"So what if he stole it?!
If he doesn’t know how to load it, that gun’s no better than a club!"
With a single claw, it shattered An Yi’s sword energy.
Baring its fangs, the Colossal Beast Hongtian grew even more savage. "Kid, your attacks have gotten weaker."
"Second Form: Dragon’s Descent!"
An Yi’s voice echoed from above.
Gripping his battered greatsword, he transformed into a meteor, plummeting from the sky!
A surging black aura enveloped him, like a raging dark dragon!
Boom!
The sword came crashing down!
Yet, the Colossal Beast Hongtian blocked the strike with nothing but its razor-sharp claws.
"Is this all you’ve got, brat?"
The beast opened its maw, spewing forth a torrent of black flames!
An Yi dodged with Shadow Step, but the flames still grazed his leg, clinging and burning relentlessly, spreading like a curse.
With a glance, he gritted his teeth—then acted without hesitation.
Sschick!
The blade severed his own leg in one clean motion, blood gushing.
Soon, the bleeding stopped, and the flesh began regenerating at a visible pace.
"Heheh, that Undying Warrior’s Body of yours drains spiritual energy like crazy. Let’s see how long you last!"
The Colossal Beast Hongtian’s crimson eyes gleamed with mocking delight.
An Yi’s gaze turned colder.
The beast wasn’t wrong.
The Undying Warrior’s Body was consuming too much energy.
The dwindling dark spiritual power within him was fading fast.
Without it, the fight would only get harder.
The assault continued—but now, the Colossal Beast Hongtian took the offensive.
Barrages of black flames! Claw strikes!
All aimed at An Yi!
Too drained to counter, he could only rely on Shadow Step to evade.
As his energy waned, the beast’s crimson eyes burned with escalating cruelty.
"Die already!"
Seeing An Yi barely able to stay aloft, the Colossal Beast Hongtian roared.
Behind it, the phantom of a primordial beast emerged, radiating an ancient, oppressive aura!
Yet—right then—
A smirk curled on An Yi’s lips as he hurled his broken greatsword with all his might.
"Now, just one more keystone!"
The sword shot like a comet toward a yin-yang diagram woven from dark spiritual energy in the sky.
Suddenly—
Centered on the sword, the diagram began to rotate, unleashing a terrifying gravitational pull!
The Colossal Beast Hongtian panicked, its crimson eyes wide with terror.
Black flames surged uncontrollably, sucked into the formation!
It tried to flee—
But escape was impossible against this force!
"Impossible! How do you know formations?!"
The beast howled as strands of black fire were ripped from its body.
An Yi grinned. "Our Night Sect founded formations, dumbass. Of course I know! This one’s just a bit… complicated. Had to memorize it by brute force."
Realization struck the Colossal Beast Hongtian.
This bastard had been setting this up the whole time—luring it out, weaving the trap mid-air!
No wonder he’d been darting around like a madman!
Then, another truth hit. Baring its fangs, it snarled, "You lied! You blocked my mind-reading?!"
An Yi chuckled. "Just a little trick. Hardly worth mentioning. Hence why you’re a stupid mutt."
Rage and helplessness burned in the beast’s eyes.
This kid… had played it!
Meanwhile, the howling winds devoured every wisp of dark spiritual energy—
Not just from the beast, but even faint tendrils of black energy seeped from An Yi’s body into the yin-yang formation.
Desperate, the Colossal Beast Hongtian roared and expanded, its body swelling to mountainous proportions—
Trying to break free!
But the formation held fast.
The broken greatsword kept draining, relentless.
"Then I’ll kill you first!"
Abandoning escape, the beast lunged at An Yi, eyes murderous.
It charged through the black flames—
Yet with every step, its body shrank further!
By the time it reached An Yi, its titanic form had dwindled to a speck… then plummeted from the sky.
"Whoa. That’s it?"
An Yi blinked, stunned.
This yin-yang formation was ridiculously overpowered.
Too bad its principles were beyond him. He’d just copied the original formation’s structure blindly.
Now, even the dark energy the beast had forced into him was gone.
All he could do was use Air Step to slow his fall—barely avoiding splattering on the ground.
(His Air Step wasn’t nearly good enough for actual flight yet.)
Whoosh!
An Yi landed hard.
The ground erupted in a cloud of dust and smoke.
Whew, safe landing!
An Yi removed the demon mask, grinning as he revealed his teeth.
At that moment, the Yin-Yang dual formation in the sky began to disperse and crumble.
The tattered black greatsword fell from the heavens!
Boom!
An Yi knew the power of that sword all too well—dropping from such a height, its impact would be terrifying.
He sprinted toward the landing point.
The black sword stood upright, embedded in the ground with only its hilt exposed.
Something felt off.
An Yi gripped the hilt and yanked the massive blade free.
His eyes widened instantly.
The sword was no longer in its dilapidated state.
Its broad blade was now smooth as a mirror, devoid of the previous dents and scars. A faint azure hue shimmered across its surface, radiating an eerie cold glow.
Did it absorb that dumb mutt’s dark spiritual energy?
An Yi’s curiosity flickered.
The Yin-Yang dual formation had devoured so much spiritual power—it had to go somewhere.
As the formation’s keystone, the greatsword had clearly taken on that role.
What a blade!
An Yi ran his fingers along the sword’s edge, admiration in his voice.
Before, the greatsword had been so damaged he could only use it as a blunt weapon.
Now, its edge was restored—a divine weapon capable of cleaving iron like mud!
However, the sword’s weight had also increased drastically.
After all, completing his lifelong commitment with Shangguan Qianqian—her cauldron physique had surged his internal energy, boosting his strength significantly.
Yet even now, wielding this sword still strained him!
Mastering it for fluid combat would take time.
For now, the Soulrend Dagger and Dragonfang Demonblade suited him better.
Besides, he had little experience with the sweeping, heavy swordplay—he’d need to study it later.
Storing the greatsword in his spatial pouch, An Yi turned his gaze toward the grand hall.
With the dumb mutt dealt with, it was time to head back!
Just then, from the bushes, a pair of crimson eyes locked onto An Yi’s retreating figure.
"An Yi! Sooner or later, I’ll pay you back with interest!"
The figure limped out of the undergrowth—a black dog with only one red eye remaining.
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?"
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?!
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
