The night breeze brushed past, carrying a hint of chill.
Lin Chen draped a coat over his shoulders, leaning heavily on his crutches as he slowly made his way to the balcony, gazing at the silent nightscape.
What had happened tonight was too sudden, leaving him unable to snap out of it for a long time.
"Hey, kid!"
Hongtian sat perched on the balcony railing, a cigarette clamped between his front paws, exhaling smoke.
Lin Chen replied flatly, "Still awake?"
"Oh, I usually sleep late."
Hongtian extended a paw, offering a cigarette. "Want a Huazi?"
Lin Chen declined Hongtian's offer, his eyes fixed on the night view, deep in thought.
"How did this jade pendant end up with you?"
Hongtian blew a smoke ring and asked casually.
"A woman gave it to me," Lin Chen replied, glancing at the pendant.
The exquisitely carved coiled dragon jade, translucent and emerald-green, looked extraordinary at a glance.
"That’s interesting."
Hongtian remarked offhandedly but didn’t press further.
Lin Chen frowned slightly as he held the pendant. "Hongtian, do you know what this is?"
Hongtian froze, the cigarette dangling from his paw as he turned his dog head in disbelief. "Who told you my name was Hongtian?"
"An Yi."
Lin Chen betrayed him without hesitation.
"That little bastard!"
Hongtian angrily stubbed out his cigarette.
The name "Hongtian" had spread like wildfire across the martial world of Daxia—few warriors hadn’t heard of it.
Now that Lin Chen called him by that name, it was clear he knew Hongtian was the legendary beast sealed away in the Hongtian Secret Realm.
"An Yi said you know the origin of this pendant?" Lin Chen asked curiously, holding it up.
He knew this dog was the creature suppressed in the Hongtian Secret Realm—An Yi had mentioned it had been sealed for five thousand years.
Hongtian’s paw trembled slightly as he lit another cigarette.
"That damn poop-scooper! Does he have a horn stuffed in his mouth? Can’t keep anything to himself!"
After exhaling smoke, Hongtian said calmly, "I know a bit. This pendant contains the spiritual energy of a dragon vein, but it’s sealed. To break the seal, it needs to absorb the spiritual energy of countless people—a process called 'nurturing the jade.' You’ve got insane luck, kid. This pendant’s been nurtured for nearly a thousand years, and it just so happens to unlock in your generation."
"Absorbing spiritual energy?"
Lin Chen was startled by this revelation.
He had never been able to cultivate internal energy until half a year ago when he finally broke through to Ming Jin.
Could it be because of the pendant?
He suddenly recalled that the woman who gave it to him didn’t seem to possess internal energy either.
Lin Chen mused, "In that case, why not just break the seal? An Yi once said there’s no seal in the world he can’t undo."
Hongtian scoffed. "I’d advise against acting recklessly. The spiritual energy of a dragon vein is vast and boundless—not just any vessel can contain it.
Think of it like a jar filled with water. If you smash it outright, the energy will scatter, useless to you.
But after absorbing internal energy for a thousand years, it’s like opening the lid of that jar. Now, it’s up to you to figure out how to draw and utilize that energy."
Lin Chen listened, only half-understanding. Leaning on his crutches, he said flatly, "Thanks. I’m heading back."
Hongtian nodded and resumed smoking.
His single eye reflected a poetic melancholy.
"Life is so lonely!"
"The hotel owner’s dog is good-looking… too bad it’s male.
In this entire imperial capital, there isn’t a single decent female dog around."
Just then, a faint red light in the distance caught his attention.
"Well, well. Interesting."
Hongtian crushed his cigarette, baring his fangs in a sinister grin.
Back in his room, Lin Chen stared at the pendant, lost in thought.
Now that he had reached the Void Realm, his spiritual senses were vastly different from before.
He closed his eyes, channeling his consciousness into the pendant.
Almost immediately, a sharp, needle-like pain shot through his mind.
Lin Chen’s forehead beaded with sweat, his face pale, but he persisted, forging a connection with the pendant through sheer will.
Hum—
The pendant glowed, enveloping him in a radiant light.
Azure wind energy coiled around his body like serpents!
But at that very moment—
Crash!
The window shattered!
A burly figure rolled in with agile precision, landing silently inside.
The intruder was a bald, bearded man wearing night-vision goggles, a kunai gripped tightly in his hand as he scanned the room cautiously.
"Intel was wrong—he’s not here!" the man muttered.
"Hey, no response? What’s wrong with this earpiece?"
Furious, he reached up—only for the device to split cleanly in two, the edges unnaturally smooth.
"Looking for me?"
A cold voice spoke from behind him.
Bandages unraveled like falling snow, revealing Lin Chen’s sculpted physique—eight defined abs gleaming under the moonlight like carved marble.
The bearded man’s eyes bulged.
"Weren’t you supposed to be covered in injuries?!
What kind of garbage intel is this?
Wait—he faked his injuries to lure us out?
How petty!"
Knowing he couldn’t stay, the man slashed forward with his kunai, aiming for Lin Chen’s face!
Clang!
Lin Chen blocked the strike effortlessly with his crutch.
"Kid, I underestimated you. But the Sacred Knights won’t let you off!"
The man grinned savagely before charging like a raging bull—straight through the wall.
Boom!
The hotel wall exploded outward, the impact so loud it startled An Yi, who was watching "educational videos" next door.
The bearded man leapt from the 23rd floor without hesitation.
Whoosh!
A grappling hook shot from his sleeve, anchoring into the opposite building.
Swinging down like a primate, he began his descent—
Only to freeze when he noticed a shadow looming above.
Lin Chen hovered in midair, calmly sawing through the rope with a fruit knife from the hotel.
The bearded man: "..."
Snap!
The rope gave way.
With a scream, the man plummeted toward the ground, the wind howling in his ears.
Below him—a vintage Rolls-Royce.
Crash!
The luxury car crumpled under his weight.
"Ow!"
Groaning, the man rubbed his bleeding scalp and shook off the dizziness.
Even as a Void Realm expert, a 23-story fall left him disoriented.
Then he realized—he was surrounded by gawking pedestrians.
"Damn it! Since when can people fly?!"
Cursing, he staggered to his feet and bolted into the night.
On the rooftop, Lin Chen draped his coat over his shoulders, watching the fleeing figure with a cold smirk.
"Sacred Knights?
Couldn’t even frame them properly.
That thick Outland accent? Pathetic."
Flames flickered in the air as a figure materialized beside him.
"Hey, your injuries healed?"
An Yi landed lightly on the rooftop, sitting next to Lin Chen as they watched the bearded man sprint away. "Assassin?"
"Yeah."
Lin Chen nodded. "From Outland."
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
