The full moon hung in the sky, its silver light draping over the world like a delicate veil.
In a valley below, four to five hundred people waited.
"Bai Xiu, time to wake up. It's time," Xiao Yike said, shaking Bai Xiu awake.
Bai Xiu yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Is it time already?"
Kim Jung-ho, known as "Crippled Wolf," grinned. "Bai Xiu, tonight's the full moon!"
Hearing this, Bai Xiu nodded faintly.
Who would have thought he'd slept for two whole weeks?
Then, he pulled out a black pendant and turned to the crowd behind him, his voice solemn. "The Immortal Gate’s pocket dimension is fraught with danger. If anyone wants to back out, now’s your last chance."
These four to five hundred people were no weaklings.
But in the Immortal Gate’s pocket dimension, they might not stand a chance.
Kim Jung-ho smirked. "Bai Xiu, just go ahead. After half a month, anyone who had second thoughts has already left. The brothers who remain all want to see what the Immortal Gate is like."
Their goal was clear—An Yi’s safety!
"Fine."
Bai Xiu raised the black pendant in his hand.
Where An Yi had once disappeared, a swirling black vortex appeared.
The crowd gasped in shock.
"Can we really enter this?"
The black pendant in Bai Xiu’s hand emitted an eerie glow.
"Stay close. Our top priority is bringing the sect leader back."
Xiao Yike hesitated. "But the Grand Elder, Elder Qianji, and the Vice Sect Leader seem to be coming too. Should we wait for them?"
"If we wait for them, we’ll have to delay another month. Let’s go in first."
Bai Xiu waved his hand dismissively.
A black radiance enveloped everyone like a protective shield.
"No wonder even the System wanted to steal this thing. It’s incredible."
Bai Xiu glanced at the pendant, a faint smile curling his lips as he stepped forward into the vortex.
Under the moonlight at Qingyuan Pavilion, a horned horse charged forward!
"Halt! Who goes there?"
Two women clad in black tight-fitting outfits, their faces veiled, shouted as they blocked the horse’s path.
"Whoa!"
An Yi pulled on the reins.
The horse refused to stop until An Yi delivered a sharp knock to its head, forcing it to halt.
Clang!
Two swords were drawn, their cold glint flashing in the night.
"Both of you are at the early-stage Void Realm?"
An Yi’s gaze lingered on their graceful figures before he frowned slightly.
"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into Qingyuan Pavilion?" one of the women demanded, her tone wary.
"Protector Yang, it’s... it’s me!"
From behind An Yi, Mu Qingyi dismounted, her expression slightly embarrassed.
"Sect Leader???"
The two women exchanged bewildered glances.
"But the Sect Leader got married!"
It had only been a few days. Why was she back already?
And in the dead of night, with a man no less.
"Sect Leader, this... this..."
Protector Yang was at a loss for words.
The sheer amount of information was too much to process.
Mu Qingyi sighed. "I... I’m not getting married anymore."
"Sect Leader, did the Tianxuan Sect bully us?"
The other woman, Protector Liu, clenched her teeth in anger.
Mu Qingyi quickly shook her head. "It has nothing to do with Tianxuan Sect. Let’s discuss this inside."
"And who is this?"
Protector Liu glared coldly at An Yi.
For some reason, she had a feeling this guy was trouble.
"He’s..."
Mu Qingyi wasn’t sure how to introduce him, so she forced a smile. "Never mind him. Let’s go inside first. Why are the two of you guarding the mountain gate?"
Originally, Mu Qingyi had planned to dismount once they reached Qingyuan Pavilion.
But now, she’d been caught red-handed by the two Protectors.
"The Demonic Sect has been restless lately. We’re stationed here for the safety of our disciples," Protector Liu explained.
Mu Qingyi sensed something amiss and frowned. "What’s going on?"
"Sect Leader, I suspect we’re being watched."
Protector Yang’s expression darkened.
It wasn’t just the Demonic Sect—other factions had also been spotted lurking around Qingyuan Pavilion.
This was far from a good sign.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
But they hadn’t yet figured out what these people were after.
"Sect Leader, can we still request reinforcements from Tianxuan Sect...?"
Protector Yang’s voice was hesitant.
Given that Mu Qingyi hadn’t married into Tianxuan Sect, it was likely her engagement to their Young Sect Leader had fallen through.
But with trouble brewing...
Mu Qingyi replied calmly, "With him here, we’ll be fine."
"Him?"
Protectors Yang and Liu both turned to An Yi.
This guy looked far too young—how strong could he possibly be?
Qingyuan Pavilion was adorned with red silk lanterns, the festive atmosphere lingering under the starry sky.
Inside a pavilion, a window creaked open.
Shen Muxuan reached out with delicate hands, catching one of the lanterns as she let out a long sigh.
Her master had already married.
Though many days had passed, she still hadn’t adjusted.
The entire Qingyuan Pavilion felt quieter, colder.
Now, she was the only one left.
Shen Muxuan’s fingers fumbled as she pulled out a phone.
After hesitating for a long time, she reluctantly pressed the power button.
There was no way to charge it in the Immortal Gate.
Once the battery died, it would be nothing more than a brick.
Relying on memory, she opened the messaging app.
There were only two contacts—Aunt Zhou and An Yi.
Ahem, Muxuan, I’m broke again. Can you cover the utilities this month? I swear I’ll pay next time.
I can smell Aunt Zhou’s cooking from the second floor. Wanna go mooch off her again?
Quick, Muxuan, get ready! I scored free tickets to the amusement park! Just one, but you’ve never been, right? Hurry up!
Haven’t done laundry in days. Muxuan, can you borrow Aunt Zhou’s washer? She won’t lend it to me. Oh, and skip dinner—I got your favorite braised beef.
Shen Muxuan scrolled through the messages, listening to the familiar voice. A sweet smile tugged at her lips.
But soon, tears welled up, spilling down her chin.
She hastily wiped them away and turned off the phone, unwilling to waste even a drop of battery.
Her sightless eyes gazed at the night sky before she sighed again.
"Muxuan!"
A familiar voice called out.
"An Yi!"
Shen Muxuan jolted upright, her head turning toward the door. Her voice trembled. "An Yi... is that really you?"
She hadn’t misheard—it was his voice!
It was really him!
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She had missed him, desperately so.
A choked sob came from behind her.
"Muxuan... what happened to your eyes?"
An Yi’s voice shook as he stepped closer.
Seeing the emptiness in her gaze, an indescribable sorrow clenched his chest.
But Shen Muxuan only smiled and hugged him tightly.
"I missed you!"
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.
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!
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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?"
