"Nonsense! What spirit core! Little Ming is my most beloved disciple, bar none. How could I let a dog bite him!" An Yi said with righteous indignation.
However, why did he let the dog bite Little Ming in the first place?
He forgot...
He just felt that everything that happened today was inexplicable.
Hongtian was furious.
"You surnamed An, you went back on your word again!"
"You dead dog, you couldn't even leave a tooth mark, yet you dare to ask me for credit!"
"Fuck, watch this venerable one bite you to death... Put it down, put the chain down for me!"
...
Wearing sunglasses and steering with one hand, An Yi drove his Lamborghini past the gate of Donghai University. He slowed down to a snail's pace, waiting for the admiring gazes of the pedestrians outside.
"The guy in the passenger seat is so handsome, I really love him!"
"I like this kind of obedient-looking little wolf dog the most!"
"What kind of car is this! It looks so amazing!"
A group of girls looked at Fang Jueming in the passenger seat, revealing infatuated expressions.
An Yi's face darkened, and he decisively stepped on the gas.
The Lamborghini turned into a streak of light in the dark night and sped past!
A miscalculation!
The school gate was on the right side. His handsome posture was perfectly blocked from the people outside by Fang Jueming in the passenger seat.
"Master, where are we going to cultivate?"
Fang Jueming scratched his head and asked curiously.
Cultivate? Cultivate my ass!
"I never cultivate," An Yi said leisurely.
He just wanted to come out for a simple joyride.
But this silly boy naively thought that since he didn't cultivate during the day, he must focus all his cultivation at night.
Fang Jueming was shocked: "Master, you, you..."
"Have you ever seen the author mention me cultivating even once?"
An Yi asked seriously.
Fang Jueming looked blank. It seemed there really wasn't.
A slight smile appeared on An Yi's lips.
Not only did he not cultivate in this world, but even when he was in the Ancient Continent, he rarely cultivated intentionally.
All he learned were just some basic sword techniques!
As for spirit arts... they came effortlessly to him. What was there to learn about things he could master just by watching them once?
If it were solely based on hard work, how could he possibly possess strength comparable to a god at the young age of seventeen or eighteen?
He relied on his bloodline talent! And the piling up of countless resources!
This was the absolute reason why the Night Sect could stand tall in the Ancient Continent.
Thinking of this, An Yi sighed.
However, this was perhaps also the reason why the Night Sect was targeted.
Those guys who called themselves gods would absolutely not allow others to easily reach their heights.
Otherwise, it would make those dictators known as gods feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, unable to rest easy.
Now, not only had he recovered his Dark Spirit Vein, but he also possessed a terrifying six spirit veins in his body.
It wouldn't be difficult to return to his former strength.
But to defeat those gods of the Ninth Heaven, relying on him alone was not enough.
Therefore, while he seemed to be just drifting along right now, he was actually waiting for the rise of the Asura Sect.
This was his core team for heading to the Ancient Continent!
Fang Jueming said with a look of worship, "Master, if you don't cultivate, how do you improve your strength?"
An Yi yawned and said, "This can't be learned. Don't you have that system!"
Fang Jueming scratched his head and said ashamedly, "I have already completed the one hundred million punches, but the next one requires one billion punches."
The [Billions of Punches] system's tasks were terrifyingly monotonous.
One million punches!
Ten million punches!
One hundred million punches!
In the previous time, he had completed them all.
But the next one was one billion punches, which couldn't be accomplished just by simply throwing punches.
Fang Jueming looked naive, but he wasn't truly stupid. By the time he finished throwing all those punches, it would be too late for anything.
There were only over thirty million seconds in a year.
Out of that, he still had to deduct time for sleeping, resting, eating, and so on.
Originally, in martial arts, the Cold-Faced Axe Fist Wu Tong could still teach Fang Jueming a little something.
But now, Fang Jueming had already reached the peak of the Void Realm half a year ago. As a mere Transformation Realm martial artist, what Wu Tong could teach was truly limited, so he had no choice but to let him find An Yi.
After all, no matter how unreliable this guy was, he was still the fourth-ranked existence on the Heavenly Ranking.
After pondering, An Yi had a flash of inspiration. "Actually, I really do have a way for you to complete one billion punches."
Fang Jueming showed an excited expression. "Master, please tell me."
"Do you care about your appearance?" An Yi asked seriously.
Fang Jueming thought about it and said, "Not too much, I guess."
"Then as your master, I will teach you this Spirit Condensation Art!"
An Yi said earnestly. "Fists are a man's true romance. Things like hair are actually dispensable."
The Spirit Condensation Art eliminated the need for sleep, allowing all sleeping time to be used for throwing punches!
Wouldn't the completion speed be much faster then!
He would go bald, but he would also become stronger!
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly. "Master, I want to learn this!"
"You are teachable!"
An Yi nodded with a smile.
It had to be said, Fang Jueming was indeed worthy of being one of the nine great protagonists chosen by the system.
His comprehension ability was simply beyond words.
After An Yi briefly explained the essentials of the Spirit Condensation Art, Fang Jueming had already fully mastered it.
At night, the lights were dimming.
A bar with the words "King's Landing" hung outside was particularly eye-catching on this quiet street.
"This place..."
Fang Jueming frowned slightly. This didn't look like a decent place.
The Lamborghini Veneno parked steadily by the roadside.
Looking thrilled, An Yi stopped the car. "This is it, Little Ming, get out!"
Fang Jueming looked bewildered. "Master, what are we doing in a place like this?"
An Yi said with a serious face, "Cultivation is not about tempering your fists, but tempering your heart!"
Hearing this, Fang Jueming looked thoughtful. "The curator taught me the same thing before. For a martial artist, the emphasis is on cultivating the mind and character!"
"Yes, exactly! So today, your master has brought you here to temper your will. For a martial artist, entering the world and transcending the world are processes that must be experienced. Only after experiencing the utmost prosperity can one truly calm their heart and focus on the martial apex! This place is full of worldly disturbances, making it the best place for cultivation!"
An Yi taught in a deadpan manner.
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly, his gaze sharp. "I understand."
"By the way, don't tell your master's wife about this,"
An Yi instructed solemnly.
Fang Jueming was slightly taken aback. "Why?"
"The process of cultivation is always painful. I'm afraid she will worry," An Yi said seriously.
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly.
Master really was a gentle and good man.
An Yi fixed his hair and wanted to hang the Lamborghini key around his neck with a string so it would be more conspicuous.
But realizing it looked a bit stupid, he had no choice but to throw it into his storage space.
Why come to a bar?
For recreation, of course!
Tens of billions in assets! He had nowhere to spend it!
After fighting battles his whole life, couldn't he enjoy himself a little!
It was strange though. Ever since he returned from the Immortal Sect, he always felt an indescribable exhaustion.
Thinking back, a week had already passed... Hmm, only a week?
Thinking of this, An Yi took out his phone.
The time displayed on it was impressively April 1st, 11:59 PM!
An Yi swallowed hard.
Watching the numbers change, at the exact moment it became 00:00 on April 2nd, he finally breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
He didn't know what he was worried about either, but it felt as if a giant rock in his heart had finally hit the ground.
"Little Ming, let's go!"
An Yi said with a smile as he looked at the sign for Junlin Bar.
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
