The Pulse of the Extraordinary
Gu Changfeng vaguely understood something.
No wonder his father was willing to oppose the Heavenly Demon Sect just to make him marry Mu Qingyi.
If she truly possessed the legendary Pulse of the Extraordinary, dual cultivation with her would undoubtedly lead to a massive boost in power—perhaps even surpassing the Void Realm.
"Hey, why did you help me?"
In the room, An Yi asked curiously.
Tu Yiyi flashed her adorable little fangs and said, "You’ve seen my body, so you have to marry me!"
"I’m not interested in flat chests."
An Yi declared righteously.
"What do you mean by flat chests?"
Tu Yiyi was momentarily confused before giggling in the ancient language of the continent, "The legendary Night Emperor, huh? Not quite what I imagined."
An Yi asked curiously, "How so?"
"Rumors say you could stand against the gods! Countless demons see you as a hero!"
Tu Yiyi grinned. "Who would’ve thought the real Night Emperor An Yi would be so shameless and cunning?"
An Yi: "..."
To the humans of the ancient continent, he was a demon, a rebel.
But in the abyssal world of demons, things were different.
For millennia, humans and demons had been at odds, and the gods worshipped by humans were naturally despised by demons.
Yet An Yi, who defied the gods, had somehow become a heroic figure among the demons through whispered legends.
"Alright, I’m off. We’ll meet again."
An Yi had no patience for this demon girl’s nonsense. He stole a glance outside and prepared to slip away.
"Wait! You saw my body, and now you’re just leaving?"
Tu Yiyi stopped him, pouting in frustration.
"There was nothing to see! What was I supposed to look at?"
An Yi snapped.
The air froze.
Tu Yiyi’s face flushed red as she stammered, "B-because I’m still young! My sister said I’ll grow bigger when I’m older!"
"Then do you want to see mine?" An Yi pondered before asking.
Tu Yiyi’s eyes curved into crescents. "Sure, sure!"
At that moment, a yellow cartoon-patterned underwear dropped.
Tu Yiyi’s eyes widened in shock.
There was nothing to see—just empty space!
Just then, the door burst open, and two burly men strode in.
Before Tu Yiyi could react, they seized her delicate arms and dragged her out.
"Suspicious woman!"
One guard growled, restraining her.
"The young master’s injuries must be her doing!" the other added.
Tu Yiyi struggled in vain, fuming. "There’s someone else here! Are you blind?"
"Someone else?"
The two scanned the empty room. Aside from the inexplicable underwear on the floor, there was no trace of anyone.
"Still lying? Take her to the sect leader!"
The guards exchanged a glance and hauled Tu Yiyi away.
"There really is someone! I’m not lying—"
Her voice faded into the distance.
Watching her get dragged off, An Yi smirked mischievously and muttered to himself,
"Little brat, you think you can outwit me? An Sixteen’s body isn’t for just anyone to see!"
Pulling up his underwear, An Yi fell into thought.
It was getting late—time to head back.
Tomorrow was the wedding, and Shen Muxuan might already be in Rong City.
He had to stop it.
This marriage? He refused to allow it!
In the courtyard.
Gu Chengde, the sect leader of the Heavenly Profound Sect, stood with his hands behind his back, his belly protruding as he admired the bamboo grove.
"Report, Sect Leader! We’ve captured a suspicious woman!"
A guard saluted.
Gu Chengde turned and frowned at the restrained Tu Yiyi.
Dressed in strange black robes, with horns on her forehead—how did that even happen?
And she looked like a child?
"No, too young. Makes my teeth ache."
"It wasn’t her! Get off! Who told you to treat Yiyi so roughly?!"
Gu Changfeng stormed forward, kicking both guards aside before gazing tenderly at Tu Yiyi. "Yiyi, are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
"I’m fine!"
Tu Yiyi took a step back, distancing herself from his lovestruck expression.
Gu Chengde’s icy stare bore into Gu Changfeng. "Explain. Who is this girl?"
"Father, she’s—"
Gu Changfeng faltered.
"Changfeng! Don’t forget—tomorrow is your wedding day! How dare you dally with another woman! The Heavenly Profound Sect’s reputation is at stake!"
Gu Chengde’s belly heaved with rage.
At this, Gu Changfeng’s eyes darkened with resentment.
In the immortal sects, men having multiple wives and concubines was normal.
His father was just too scared of his own wife to take a concubine—why force him to be loyal?
Gu Changfeng’s expression turned solemn. Despite his swollen, pig-like face, his eyes brimmed with passion.
"Father, I swear—Yiyi is the only woman I’ll marry. Please grant me your blessing!"
"What?!"
Gu Chengde nearly jumped in fury.
Tu Yiyi was equally horrified.
He had promised to help her find her brother—since when did that turn into marriage?!
Instantly, she felt wronged.
She didn’t want to marry this effeminate man!
She wanted to marry An Yi!
"Father, I beg you!"
Gu Changfeng knelt and kowtowed.
"Preposterous! You unfilial brat!"
Gu Chengde’s hand trembled as he pointed at his son. "Look at her—she’s just fifteen! How can you even consider it?!"
Gu Changfeng froze.
"But if I wait a few years, she’ll... grow up!"
Tu Yiyi nodded vigorously. "Yes! My moth—I mean, my mother said I can’t marry yet!"
Gu Chengde huffed. "She’s a child! How can you be so depraved? Wait fifteen or sixteen years—then it won’t be too late!"
Gu Changfeng: "..."
The next morning.
At Rong City’s gates, soldiers respectfully opened the way.
A grand wedding procession slowly advanced, red silk fluttering in the wind.
The horses were no ordinary steeds—they were second-tier demon beasts, Dragonhorn Stallions.
Their majestic forms trotted proudly over the cobblestones, hooves ringing crisply.
Behind them, a band played festive music.
The jubilant notes of suonas intertwined with the crackling of firecrackers.
On either side, flower girls scattered candied fruits and sweets, sending children scrambling in delight.
"Madam, look—we’ve arrived in Rong City!"
Xiao Mei lifted the carriage curtain, marveling at the spectacle. "The Heavenly Profound Sect truly spares no expense!"
Mu Qingyi sat silently beneath her veil.
After three days of travel, she had finally reached Rong City.
She sighed softly, clenching her jade-like hands.
In the end… she was to be married.
"The groom arrives!"
A loud voice announced.
Dressed in resplendent red wedding robes, a flower pinned to his chest, Gu Changfeng rode forth on a towering steed—his demeanor dashing and heroic.
"Young Master Changfeng!"
Xiao Mei blushed with admiration.
As Mu Qingyi’s maidservant, she might one day become his concubine. So to her, Gu Changfeng was also her future man.
But when she peeked through the curtain and saw Gu Changfeng’s bruised, swollen face, her smile stiffened.
Who was this pig?!
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?!
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
