The council meeting concluded, and numerous martial artists began leaving the venue.
An Yi pinched his chin, lost in thought.
"Don’t even think about provoking the Divine Hall. Their strength is far more terrifying than you imagine."
Master Yuanyi seemed to see right through An Yi’s mind. Smiling, he stood up, took his staff, and slowly walked away, leaving An Yi with a hunched figure.
A glimmer flashed in An Yi’s eyes before he let out a relaxed chuckle.
"Subduing Long Aoyun is indeed challenging, but that just makes it more interesting, doesn’t it?"
"You must be An Yi. Old Cheng raised a fine disciple."
A half-bald elder looked at An Yi with a smile.
Beside him, a spirited old man in a Tang suit remarked leisurely, "Old Cheng must be overjoyed. He hasn’t had many things go his way in this lifetime."
"Old Cheng?"
"Cheng Yuanfeng?!"
An Yi looked puzzled. Why was this suddenly about him?
"Besides, the one who became Cheng Yuanfeng’s disciple was that poker-faced guy!"
The other martial artists cast unfriendly glances at An Yi, though compared to earlier, their hostility was now better concealed.
"Not to mention An Yi and Lin Chen, ranked 19th and 25th on the Heavenly Ranking."
"Then there’s that unknown blind youth earlier, and the guy who stopped Cangshan Daoist like he was high on something. Both of them are firmly within the top 50 of the Heavenly Ranking!"
"As for Chen Bing, his true strength likely places him in the top 30!"
"And that kid with his arm in a sling? He’s also ranked in the 90s on the Heavenly Ranking."
"Six Heavenly Rank martial artists in one group. With that kind of power, they certainly have the right to swagger across the Great Xia."
Just then, a stunningly beautiful young Taoist nun came running over, lifting the hem of her robe.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Cangqiong Daoist stroked his beard with a smile.
"This girl, already grown up, yet still so clingy when she sees her master."
"An Yi!"
Xiao Xiao immediately threw her arms around An Yi, beaming. "Long time no see! I gave you my number—why haven’t you called me?"
The fragrant breeze and the warmth of her soft body were admittedly pleasant.
But An Yi wasn’t that kind of man.
This girl’s enthusiasm was a little too illogical—this was only their second meeting!
"Ahem, your master is right here."
An Yi put on a stern, righteous expression, as if completely above worldly desires.
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao quickly let go of him and stuck out her tongue at Cangqiong Daoist. "Sorry, Master, I forgot you were here."
Cangqiong Daoist:
"A daughter grown is a daughter lost!"
"You brat, even my disciple—" Cangqiong Daoist’s face darkened with murderous intent.
This disciple had been raised by him—practically his own daughter.
He’d given An Yi her number, confident Xiao Xiao would never take a liking to this guy. Yet here she was, throwing herself at him!
"Uh, about that tiger yang..." An Yi coughed awkwardly.
Cangqiong Daoist’s expression softened into a smile. "Ahem, if even my disciple speaks so highly of you, you must be a man of exceptional character."
Zhang Qianyu, who had followed behind, gaped in disbelief. "Uncle Master, he just hugged your disciple! And you’re not even going to do anything?!"
"Zhang Qianyu!"
An Yi grinned at the guy.
"Trying to screw me over? You’re dead."
"Let’s go."
Cangqiong Daoist said coldly.
Xiao Xiao left with the rest of the Dao Alliance, but before she went, she waved and secretly mimed a phone call to An Yi.
An Yi smiled, watching them leave.
"Boss, long time no see."
Xiao Yike walked over, scratching his head shyly.
Han Liang followed, bowing slightly. "Boss."
An Yi raised an eyebrow. Who was this guy again?
He looked familiar, but An Yi couldn’t recall his name.
"Me, it's Han Liang! Back at the Qin family villa, you even stepped on my head! The Third Elder was crippled by you and is still bedridden. Boss, do you remember me now?"
Han Liang noticed An Yi seemed to have forgotten him and quickly introduced himself, staring at him eagerly.
In the Blood Fiend Sect, he had always been at odds with his father.
His father was even planning to strip him of his heir position!
But who would’ve thought that the cheap boss he’d sworn allegiance to, An Yi, had turned the Asura Gate into the fifth most powerful faction in Great Xia!
Because of this, he had finally gained some respect these days.
All he had to do was puff out his chest and lie down in front of the Blood Fiend Sect’s gates, and everyone would know he was flaunting his connection to the Asura Gate.
An Yi rubbed his chin. "Hmm, I think I remember something like that."
Han Liang exhaled in relief.
"Can I join the Asura Gate too?"
Mo Jiu stepped forward, looking at An Yi solemnly.
Ding! [Shadow Axe] Mo Jiu requests to join the Asura Gate!
An Yi raised an eyebrow, studying the tall, lean Mo Jiu with a thoughtful expression.
They weren’t exactly close, were they?
But in terms of strength, this guy was no joke—after emerging from the secret realm, he had already reached the Void Realm, ranking 51st on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
"Since the Ten Thousand Demon Cave has become a vassal of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, you still dare to join the Asura Gate?"
Lin Chen, being pushed in a wheelchair by Xiao Ye, slowly approached as he spoke to Mo Jiu.
"Precisely because the Asura Gate opposes the Hundred Ghosts Sect, I choose to join."
Mo Jiu’s voice was gruff, his eyes burning with determination.
He wanted revenge.
"Interesting. Boss, how about an initiation test? Let him defeat me first."
Xiao Yike’s bloodlust surged as he grinned fiercely.
"You’ll die," An Yi said flatly.
Xiao Yike: "..."
"Fine, let him join. One more won’t hurt."
An Yi waved dismissively. "Just remember to call me ‘Boss’ from now on."
"Yes… Boss." Mo Jiu replied awkwardly.
Lin Chen’s brow furrowed briefly before relaxing, as if he had figured something out.
An Yi yawned and asked, "Where’s Chen Bing?"
"That guy’s elusive. Barely ever seen, yet somehow everywhere at once."
Lin Chen replied coolly, "Probably at the Tang family."
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West Coast, a mysterious island.
The azure sky stretched above, dotted with a few drifting seagulls. A gentle breeze swept across the pristine golden sand before settling on the jagged reefs.
A blood-curdling scream suddenly pierced the air—
Then, silence.
In front of the grand, palace-like villa on the island, two black lions gnawed at the fresh corpses of fallen warriors, their emerald eyes gleaming with greed.
"Eat up, my children."
A handsome blond young man sipped red wine, his lips curling into a smile.
"Lord Shaliel, what refined taste you have."
The villa doors swung open as a middle-aged man strode in, speaking in English.
"Oh! My heavens, look who it is—Nie, my dear friend!"
Shaliel smiled, though a trace of wariness flickered beneath his charm.
Even a man as cruel as him couldn’t help but feel a chill in this one’s presence.
Boss Nie approached leisurely, smiling. "I’ve come to discuss a business collaboration with Lord Shaliel."
"Oh? And what’s in it for me?" Shaliel asked lazily.
He preferred to talk benefits first—otherwise, he had no interest.
Boss Nie chuckled. "The destruction of the Underworld. Would that be enough?"
Instantly, Shaliel’s expression turned grave.
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.
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!
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!"
