Listen up, everyone—we must save An Yi!
Wu Susu's voice rang out clearly.
Understood!
The women responded in unison, drawing their swords.
An Yi was utterly baffled.
He really didn’t need saving!
Well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of ladies delivering themselves to us?
Batu grinned, his expression lewd.
The other martial artists sneered at the women, their gazes equally vulgar and dismissive.
Senior Sister Wu Susu’s strength was only at the early-stage Void Force realm, while the other sisters, though numerous, were mostly at the Transforming Force or Hidden Force levels.
They posed little threat.
The women’s faces paled, some even trembling as they gripped their swords.
Many of them had never experienced real combat. Facing these ruthless outlaws, their morale had already crumbled.
Brothers, are you ready?
Batu bared his teeth in a cruel smirk.
Sshhink!
The response came in the form of a sword’s keen cry.
Blood sprayed.
Four martial artists collapsed.
Batu’s eyes bulged, his spine turning to ice. All four were Void Force experts—slaughtered in the blink of an eye by this kid?!
You’re forcing my hand.
With a flick of the demonic sword Dragon Fang, An Yi shook off the blood.
In an instant, he broke through the encirclement, positioning himself protectively in front of the women.
Leave them to me, he said coolly, his back turned to them.
But—
Wu Susu froze.
Among the enemies were several Void Force experts, led by Batu, a late-stage Void Force warrior. They had entered this fight prepared to die.
Kid, if you’re gonna show off in front of women, you’d better have the skills to back it up!
Batu sneered, raising his blade for a vicious slash.
Sshhink!
A thin red line appeared across Batu’s throat.
An Yi had already reappeared behind him, sheathing his sword with deliberate calm.
Fifth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords: Autumn Scar.
Thud.
Batu’s head hit the ground, his body collapsing right after.
Silence engulfed the scene.
The remaining outlaws stared in horror. A late-stage Void Force expert—killed in a single strike!
At least let a man say his last words.
Wu Susu’s eyes gleamed. She had heard rumors of An Yi’s strength, but never imagined he could obliterate a late-stage Void Force opponent so effortlessly.
An Yi tightened his grip on the sword, his gaze sweeping over the intruders as a chilling grin spread across his face. Flames coiled around his feet before he lunged forward.
Under the cover of night, An Yi moved like a specter.
The black Dragon Fang sword reaped lives without mercy.
One slash—two more Void Force experts fell.
An Yi is amazing!
The women behind him cheered, their eyes alight with admiration.
He cut down Void Force warriors like they were nothing—his power was beyond comprehension!
The remaining intruders snapped out of their daze. This monster was not someone they could oppose.
Don’t fight—run!
A Void Force martial artist barely got the words out before blood gushed from his throat.
Before dying, he stared blankly at the sea of corpses around him, his eyes widening in realization.
He was the last one standing.
The Dragon Fang sword shimmered, shrinking back into a black ring.
An Yi is… really, really incredible!
Watching the vicious intruders fall, the women of the Azure Luan Pavilion beamed with excitement.
An Yi turned, flashing a roguish smile. The intruders have been dealt with. I hope none of you were disturbed.
Wu Susu stepped forward gracefully, her demeanor now refined and elegant—a far cry from her earlier boldness in the stone pool.
Thank you for your assistance, Young Master An, she said softly, her voice sweet and melodious.
The other women bowed in gratitude, whispering among themselves with flushed cheeks.
A beautiful matron, her eyes shimmering with gratitude, said, Who would’ve thought Young Master An was so perceptive? You anticipated these villains’ movements.
Yeah, yeah! Young Master An is amazing!
Guoguo, a petite girl with delicate features, gazed at An Yi with undisguised admiration.
Handsome, fit, unbelievably strong, and sharp-minded—how could anyone not fall for him?
It was nothing, really, An Yi replied with a modest cough.
How had he known the intruders’ location?
Naturally, through meticulous deduction.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Azure Luan Pavilion’s disciples were bathing here!
But his predictions had proven correct.
Who were these people? An Yi asked.
Senior Sister Liu, what do you think? Wu Susu turned to an elegant, fair-skinned woman—Liu Yue'e.
Batu was a retainer of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The other two were from the Flame Ghost Sect and the Eagle Claw School. The rest are unknown, Liu Yue'e explained, lifting a corpse’s sleeve to reveal a flame tattoo. Her refined face darkened. This one… is from the Blazing Sword Manor!
Wu Susu examined another body and stiffened. I recognize this man—he’s from the Jade Mountain Sect!
The women exchanged uneasy glances.
Meanwhile, in a serene courtyard within the Blazing Sword Manor…
A gaunt, silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, stroking his beard as he gazed at the starry sky. His eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence.
A guard-like martial artist entered and bowed.
How did it go? Fen Qingyun asked leisurely, his voice calm.
"Valley Master, Batu and the others—none have returned," the guard reported solemnly.
"Not a single one?" Fen Qingyun frowned, his voice low. "Did the Tianxuan Sect send reinforcements?"
"To my knowledge, the Tianxuan Sect dispatched no one to Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard answered.
Fen Qingyun stroked his beard, eyes narrowing. "At this hour, their absence bodes ill. Mu Qingyi is merely at the mid-stage of the Void Realm—how could she possibly withstand them?"
"I’ve heard… a man arrived at Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard added.
"A man? What man?" Fen Qingyun demanded sharply.
Before the guard could finish, he collapsed to the ground with a thud—lifeless.
Witnessing this, Fen Qingyun’s pupils contracted. He crouched to examine the guard’s pallid face, his expression darkening.
"Poisoned?"
Then, his gaze sharpened as he plucked a slender steel needle from the back of the guard’s neck.
The sight of the peculiarly crafted needle made Fen Qingyun’s face tighten.
"The nerves at this acupoint are barely sensitive. To strike here with such precision… the skill required is unimaginable."
The needle’s tip gleamed green—undoubtedly laced with venom.
Fen Qingyun then retrieved a note pinned to the needle’s end.
He unfolded it hastily, and as his eyes scanned the words, fury ignited within him. His energy surged, reducing the paper to dust.
The note’s author claimed to be Lin Chen!
He boasted of slaughtering every envoy Fen Qingyun had sent and scrawled vile insults mocking the Blazing Sword Valley.
"Lin Chen! Who the hell are you? To dare provoke my Blazing Sword Valley so brazenly—such arrogance! Mark my words, I will carve you into pieces!"
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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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
