Nie Qinglan was slightly taken aback.
The Ghost Eagle organization, she naturally knew it well; it was the very organization her father had founded.
Her beautiful eyes widened as she demanded sharply, "What will?! Where is my dad?!"
"The leader... the leader has passed away."
The bearded man spoke in a deep voice, his face filled with sorrow.
Passed away!
Nie Qinglan staggered.
Beside her, An Yi quickly supported her.
"You're lying! How is that possible?!"
Hearing this, Nie Qinglan could no longer hold back her tears.
How could that man, who always had everything under control, die so easily?
He was clearly so selfish!
A guy who only ever cared about himself, how could he just die like that!
An Yi sighed softly.
Nie Chengwen was Nie Qinglan's only family.
That was why, when Nie Chengwen fell for that woman Shirley, Nie Qinglan chose to turn herself into a delinquent girl, attempting to draw her father's attention back to her.
Now, Nie Chengwen was gone.
The sky that had tolerated her recklessness had also collapsed...
...
The room was dim.
Nie Qinglan's small body was curled up, completely silent.
"I'm coming in."
An Yi knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in.
Looking at Nie Qinglan, An Yi sighed softly, but didn't know how to comfort her.
"Are they still outside?"
Nie Qinglan asked quietly.
An Yi nodded. "It's been two days, and they're all still waiting outside."
These guys from Ghost Eagle were quite stubborn.
Since Nie Qinglan hadn't agreed, they just kept waiting outside.
To them, Nie Chengwen's will was their only command!
"Yeah."
Nie Qinglan nodded, a hint of determination appearing in her eyes. "An Yi, I want to give it a try."
"Follow your choice, just don't let yourself regret it," An Yi said slowly.
The current Nie Qinglan obviously didn't possess the abilities a leader should have.
But who is born a leader?
Just like him, it was only after going through so many trials step by step that he slowly became a wise and mighty Boss!
The sky was heavily clouded, and a fine drizzle was falling.
It brought a trace of chill to the season that was just entering summer.
A group of Ghost Eagle martial artists were all half-kneeling on the ground in unison, waiting motionless.
For two whole days, they hadn't moved a muscle.
Creak!
The faint sound of a door opening rang out, and Nie Qinglan stepped forward.
The rain soaked her short hair and wet her stunning face, but her expression grew increasingly resolute.
"Greetings, Leader!"
The Ghost Eagle martial artists shouted in unison! Their majestic voices seemed to shatter the curtain of rain in the sky.
"Rise!"
Nie Qinglan's voice was solemn. "From today onwards, I, Nie Qinglan, will take over the position of Ghost Eagle's Leader!"
"Yes!"
The majestic shout rang out once more.
The people of Ghost Eagle stood up, looking at Nie Qinglan with excited eyes.
...
Mystic Realm.
The sounds of slaughter and battle cries echoed throughout this world.
"Go! Hurry up and go!"
A ten-meter-tall cyclops swung the massive hammer in his hand, smashing it fiercely toward the enemy ahead.
Thump!
The iron hammer shattered!
A short man with curly, instant-noodle-like hair, wearing a black robe, raised his hand and effortlessly blocked the cyclops' attack.
A look of indifference appeared in the man's eyes. He took out an instrument in his hand, glanced at it, and said, "Ranked fifteenth among the Heavenly Spirits, Cyclops."
Having lost his weapon, the cyclops swung his fist and smashed it fiercely at the black-robed man. "Die!"
Crack!
The curly-haired man turned off the holographic projection on his wrist and said disdainfully, "Can't even withstand a single blow."
Thump!
A Buddhist seal formed by a giant hand slammed ruthlessly into the cyclops' chest.
His sternum caved in, and his back suddenly bulged out from his tall frame!
In that instant, his internal organs were completely pulverized!
The cyclops collapsed.
"Big Ghost!"
A group of demon race members from the Hundred Ghosts Sect looked at the curly-haired man with horrified expressions.
Even a cyclops who ranked among the Heavenly Spirits couldn't stop him, let alone people like them!
"Who... who exactly are you?"
A demon race member stared at the curly-haired man in terror and asked with a trembling voice.
"Pantheon of Gods, Third Hall, Yin Tiger!"
The curly-haired man spoke slowly and swung his hand out once again.
Blood filled the air, and corpses littered the ground.
"Reporting to Marshal Long! Mystic Realm, Three Mountains Ridge demon race, has been dealt with! Over!"
The curly-haired man tapped his earpiece and spoke slowly.
After Nie Xuan's death, the Pantheon of Gods was the first organization to breach the Mystic Realm.
They launched a suppression campaign against the members of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
The results were extremely significant.
Far away on the other side, in the Imperial Capital.
Long Aoyun used a similar specialized earpiece to communicate. "What about the other Heavenly Spirit demonic beasts?"
Yin Tiger said faintly, "None found. So far, we have killed twenty-seven of the Hundred Ghosts, including twenty-one Earthly Fiends and six Heavenly Spirits!"
"Continue."
Long Aoyun said coldly, turning off the earpiece.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect, this organization that had brutalized the common people for a thousand years, had to be wiped out in one fell swoop!
"Report!"
A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a black uniform and glasses, walked over slowly.
Long Aoyun asked plainly, "What is it?"
The woman said in a deep voice, "According to Xu Dog's intelligence, the new leader of Ghost Eagle is Nie Qinglan."
"Nie Chengwen's daughter?"
Long Aoyun narrowed his eyes slightly.
This was not good news.
Nie Qinglan had another identity.
The girlfriend of An Yi, the Sect Master of the Asura Sect.
If Ghost Eagle was taken over by Nie Qinglan, then barring any surprises, it would very likely end up just like the Underworld, being absorbed into the Asura Sect's sphere of influence.
This was definitely not good news.
The organization known as Ghost Eagle was simply too unique.
Nie Chengwen had significant ambitions and formidable abilities.
He could be called a formidable figure of his generation!
As the world's largest underground organization, Ghost Eagle's influence had permeated the entire globe!
Moreover, they operated the largest arms business.
Not only did they control cutting-edge weaponry, but they also possessed a large number of research and development personnel.
The potion that An Yi had previously pilfered was a product of the Ghost Eagle organization.
Now that the Underworld had already been absorbed into the Asura Sect, if Ghost Eagle was added to the mix, their strength could no longer be underestimated.
Or rather, they already threatened the existence of the Pantheon of Gods.
This was absolutely not good news.
"Marshal Long, I suggest we eradicate the Asura Sect!"
The woman said with a stern voice, "The Asura Sect itself took in some evil factions from Hong Kong Island, and combined with assassins from all over the world to form the Rakshasa, the notorious Underworld, and now Ghost Eagle... The Asura Sect is practically an organization festering with every kind of poison! Now, the Law Enforcement Bureau has even promised them Starbright Island as a base! For Great Xia, this is simply unimaginable!"
"Mao Rabbit, do you think the Asura Sect will be a hidden danger?" Long Aoyun asked plainly.
Mao Rabbit said sharply, "Leaving aside Sect Master An Yi, the others—Lin Chen, Chen Bing, Bai Xiu, Shangguan Qianqian... they are all massive threats! If we don't take this opportunity to eradicate them, leaving them be will inevitably lead to disaster!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
