An Yi raised an eyebrow, watching the pack of wolf demons closing in on him as he took a slight step back.
"Interesting. You don’t actually expect these second-tier demon beasts to kill me, do you?"
Hearing An Yi’s arrogant tone, the horned man stepped forward, unleashing his full aura—the unmistakable presence of a fourth-tier demon beast.
"A fourth-tier demon beast?"
An Yi’s lips curled in amusement. This was getting interesting.
His ring flashed, transforming into the Dragonfang Demonic Sword in his grip.
With just a glance, An Yi could tell—this one came from the Ancient Continent.
Unlike humans, demon beasts possessed far greater physical strength. Even on Earth, where spiritual energy was thin, their power wasn’t suppressed much.
At most, they couldn’t use the innate spirit arts hidden in their bloodline.
The second-tier wolf demons, their heads crowned with eerie horns, slowly encircled An Yi, tightening their formation to trap him.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Wind Chaos!"
An Yi’s eyes turned icy as he gripped his sword and assumed a drawing stance before striking in a flash!
Swoosh!
Blades of wind infused with sword energy filled the air!
The second-tier wolf demons were instantly swallowed by the storm.
In an instant—
A rain of blood scattered across the sky!
"You—!"
The horned man at the rear, untouched by the Wind Chaos, turned livid at the sight.
As the Wolf King, these were his brothers!
And they had been slaughtered in an instant!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One after another, the wolf demons collapsed.
With just one move, An Yi had wiped out over half of the twenty-odd beasts.
The remaining six or seven were left battered and forced to retreat.
"Kid, you’ve pissed me off."
The horned man glared at An Yi with a chilling gaze. "Let me introduce myself. I am one of the Eight Immortals of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—the Wolf Immortal."
"Another ‘Immortal’?"
An Yi smirked mockingly. "Now that I think about it, a few months ago, I killed some fat old guy. What was his name again? Ah, right—the Gourd Immortal!"
"You’re An Yi?!"
The Wolf Immortal’s eyes burned with murderous intent the moment he heard Gourd Immortal’s name.
An Yi grinned. "Oh? The Wolf Immortal knows me?"
"So it was you who killed Brother Gourd."
The Wolf Immortal’s expression darkened. "Today, I’ll offer your head to his spirit!"
As he spoke, the Wolf Immortal lunged forward, his steel claws aimed straight for An Yi’s face.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three steel needles shot toward the Wolf Immortal from different angles.
He twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging the hidden weapons.
But in that split second, An Yi had already leaped above him—black greatsword in hand!
"Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Dragon’s Descent!"
Flames wreathed An Yi’s body as he brought the heavy blade crashing down.
Boom!
The Wolf Immortal blocked with his claws—
And actually held firm against the strike.
An Yi’s eyes flickered with surprise.
Dragon’s Descent’s power scaled with the height of the fall—the longer the charge, the deadlier the impact.
Though An Yi hadn’t gathered much momentum this time, the force was still considerable.
Yet the Wolf Immortal had blocked it.
Crack!
The deck beneath the Wolf Immortal’s feet shattered, his legs sinking into the wood.
His arms trembled as he let out a deafening roar, mustering all his strength to fling An Yi back.
An Yi landed lightly, sheathing the greatsword and switching back to the Dragonfang Demonic Sword.
He wasn’t skilled with heavy blades—the Dragonfang suited him far better.
"Impressive!"
The Wolf Immortal’s lips curled into a sinister grin.
Then, vines erupted from the ground, coiling around An Yi’s legs.
Clang!
An Yi slashed down with his sword.
But the vines stretched like rubber, completely unharmed.
"A wood-attribute demon beast?"
"These were refined with human blood. The energy of your Earth can’t break them."
The Wolf Immortal smirked before charging again.
At that moment, An Yi took a deep breath—lightning crackling along the Dragonfang’s edge.
The Wolf Immortal scoffed.
Bound hand and foot, this guy was nothing but prey now.
Then, his eyes bulged in shock.
Dark energy surged beneath An Yi’s feet, instantly corroding the vines into dust.
At the same time, An Yi’s sword shot forward like a meteor!
"Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Thunderbolt!"
Sizzle!
The Wolf Immortal’s claws grazed An Yi’s face by a hair’s breadth—
But the Dragonfang had already pierced his chest, blood dripping down the blade.
"Dark spiritual energy… You—you’re from that world too!"
The Wolf Immortal stared at An Yi, equal parts shock and terror dawning in his eyes.
Suddenly, realization struck him. With his last breath, he screamed with all his might: "I know who you are—!"
Roar!
A massive wolf lunged from the side, its maw gaping wide as it swallowed half the Wolf Immortal’s body in one bite.
"An Yi, you okay? Good thing I got here in time!"
Hongtian licked his lips shamelessly after devouring the Wolf Immortal.
His body shimmered, growing half again in size—now a towering three-meter behemoth.
An Yi’s face darkened. "You bastard, I did half the work, and you swoop in for the kill?"
"And where’s the spirit core? That was a fourth-tier demon beast’s core!"
Hongtian puffed out his chest. "I was worried about you! What if he had some last trick up his sleeve?"
"Master, are you alright?"
Fang Jueming rushed over, clutching a cat-eared girl, both covered in blood.
An Yi’s gaze swept over the scene, his voice icy. "What the hell is going on?"
"This morning, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s demons launched a full-scale attack. They descended out of nowhere."
Fang Jueming gritted his teeth. "They’ve started slaughtering everyone here."
He’d tried to save as many as he could, but it was impossible to stop them all.
The demon beasts struck from all directions—in the end, he’d only managed to rescue the cat-eared girl beside him.
An Yi’s expression turned frigid.
Yan Zhi, Qin Yao—they were all on this ship!
Yan Zhi could handle herself, at least. But Qin Yao only had that old geezer, Uncle Fu, protecting her.
A single second-tier wolf demon would be more than enough to finish them.
"Something’s off. Why attack so suddenly?"
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
These people were all high-profile figures from the Southeast Province. At first, the Hundred Ghosts Sect had treated them like prized patrons.
But now, they were massacring them without warning.
"Who cares about that now? Hide—more demon beasts are coming!"
Hongtian sniffed the air, his expression grim.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
