"So this is the Wan Realm!"
An Yi stepped inside.
He looked around.
The entire space was shrouded in golden light.
There was no vegetation, nor were there any buildings.
An Yi could feel an extremely powerful aura of metal spiritual energy here.
The concentration of spiritual energy was very high!
However, the powerful metal spiritual energy flooded this world, permeating every corner, making it impossible to even sense any other types of spiritual energy.
If one were to cultivate spiritual energy here, the effect would be much worse. But if one cultivated inner qi, it would undoubtedly yield twice the result with half the effort.
Coincidentally, he possessed six major spiritual veins.
Darkness, Fire, Water, Wood, Lightning, and Wind.
He just lacked the three major spiritual veins of Metal, Earth, and Light.
Originally, he had wanted to use potions to make up for the remaining three spiritual veins.
But because of the spiritual veins in his body—six of them, no less—they strongly rejected other types of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy intensity of those potions was simply not enough to form new spiritual veins within his body.
As for spiritual energy origins... he could forget about it.
Even in the Heavenly Palace, those were rare treasures.
Otherwise, Murong Qinghong wouldn't have used the Wood Spiritual Origin as the final reward for her marriage tournament back then.
"Ding! Side Quest [Theft]! Quest Reward: [Metal Spiritual Vein], Evil Points +20!"
Hearing the system's quest notification that had been silent for a long time, An Yi slightly raised an eyebrow.
He opened the quest panel to take a look, and his brows lifted immediately.
[Theft]
Quest Details: Steal the Golden Sarira!
Time Limit: One day!
Looking at the countdown timer on the system page.
An Yi's expression changed slightly. He was the Boss of the Asura Sect now! And yet the system was still making him do these petty, sneaky deeds!
Whatever!
These were all system quests, it had nothing to do with him personally. If he didn't complete them, there would be punishments.
An Yi himself was still a pure and kind-hearted person; he was just being forced by this villainous system.
Behind An Yi, Fang Jueming looked delighted.
He inherently possessed metal spiritual energy, so being in this world with a high concentration of metal spiritual energy felt like a fish in water to him.
His whole person became invigorated.
In the secular world, spiritual energy was already scarce.
Even though Fang Jueming worked very hard, he was currently only at the early stage of Body Forging.
But here, the concentration of metal spiritual energy was even three times that of the Immortal Sect's minor world, and there was no mixture of other spiritual energies.
As a result, Fang Jueming actually became the biggest beneficiary.
His stagnant spiritual energy level seemed to have unlocked a progress bar, slowly rising upwards.
If he wasn't still hiding his identity, he would have wanted to practice a few sets of boxing to relieve his excitement.
Lin Chen remained silent, his eyes closed. Secretly, however, he was using his wind spiritual perception to explore this world.
Then, he opened his eyes.
He couldn't feel it. The wind spiritual energy inside was too thin; he couldn't perceive this place at all.
"Interesting, it's actually here."
Long Tianyuan's voice sounded faintly.
Lin Chen pondered and asked, "Elder Long knows this place?"
"The guy who sealed us Three Fiends back then."
Long Tianyuan said slowly.
Back in the day, quite a few experts from the human race stepped forward to suppress the Three Fiends.
The guy who passed away in meditation here was exactly one of them.
"This fate is truly hard to describe. I didn't expect that after five thousand years, we would meet in this manner."
Long Tianyuan said slowly.
Encountering his former enemy again, he wasn't angry or furious. His words merely revealed a sigh over the passage of time.
Lin Chen frowned slightly.
Among the Three Fiends.
Hongtian and Nie Xuan, the two of them being fierce beasts, were indeed genuine.
But why was Long Tianyuan also sealed?
The reasons behind this were probably quite intriguing.
From beginning to end, Long Tianyuan had never shown much malicious intent.
Facing one of the opponents who had once sealed him, although Long Tianyuan had let it go, it didn't mean others... or rather, other dogs, would let it go.
"Damn it, you dead bald donkey! You sealed me for five thousand years, watch me eat you..."
On the other side, Hongtian spat out the unfinished cigarette from its mouth and then began to curse loudly.
Its body transformed into the appearance of a majestic giant dog, roaring, looking exactly like it wanted to destroy this world!
Behind it, Chen Bing pulled desperately on the soul chain around Hongtian's neck, barely keeping it from going berserk.
"Wh-what is this!"
The crowd looked at Hongtian, all of them shocked.
Seeing it smoke a cigarette was already shocking enough, but they didn't expect that this dog could actually speak human language and change its size.
Hu Mei'er and Wang Xi exchanged a glance.
Looking at this dog, they actually felt an urge to kneel.
This was a suppressive power originating from their bloodlines!
This feeling was very bizarre. They only felt this kind of terrifying deterrence when facing the Sect Master.
Master Yuanyi said leisurely, "Time waits for no one. Everyone should hurry up and seize the time to cultivate."
Hearing this, the martial artists quickly looked for spots and sat cross-legged to begin cultivating.
Here, wasting even a single second felt heartbreaking.
Calming down to cultivate, many martial artists found that the bottlenecks they had been stuck at for years were showing signs of breaking through.
"Slept enough?"
Chen Bing looked at Bai Xiu and asked.
Bai Xiu opened his dead-fish eyes and said flatly, "It was okay."
Except for April 1st, when he truly felt what it was like to wake up.
At all other times, he still felt like sleeping every single moment.
"Then you watch this dog!"
Chen Bing handed the dog leash over to Bai Xiu.
Bai Xiu looked at the teeth-baring Hongtian and let out a yawn.
Tu Langlang scratched his head and said, "Big brother, how about I control it?"
"Yeah, I'll leave it to you."
Bai Xiu naturally handed the leash over to Tu Langlang.
Tu Langlang happily took it, wrapped the leash around his hand several times, squatted down, and stared intently at Hongtian.
Hongtian: "..."
"Big Brother Bai, what's wrong with An Yi?"
Tu Yiyi looked at the puppet An Yi and asked, somewhat puzzled.
At this moment, An Yi still had that enigmatic smile, sitting cross-legged there without saying a word.
Bai Xiu frowned slightly, reached out to check the puppet An Yi's breath, and his dead-fish eyes suddenly widened completely: "He's dead?!"
...
Hu Mei'er's face looked somewhat ugly.
She took out a spirit tablet in her hand. On it, the lights representing the Cyan Wood Wolf and the Cyan Gold Wolf had disappeared.
This was the Hundred Ghosts Tablet of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
She naturally understood what the disappearance meant.
Only the loss of life would be accompanied by the disappearance of the token's light.
In other words, the two Heavenly Dipper level Hundred Ghosts lurking here were already dead!
Of course, on the tablet, there was another position that was quite eye-catching.
It was the position of the Ghost Bear.
It was surrounded by a sea of names flashing with spiritual energy light.
And the Ghost Bear's name had already dimmed as early as last night...
"Hurry up and go seduce the old monk!"
An Yi urged from the side.
His impatient expression looked just like a teenage boy holding a prime opportunity, watching an educational video, only to see it buffering on the network.
Hu Mei'er's gaze turned icy cold, yet the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile as beautiful as a flower.
"Alright, I'll go seduce him right now!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
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.”
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."
