Qiao Zhou looked puzzled, pointing at Lin Chen: You, you are Lin Chen?
Haha, you can't even recognize the person. Old man, you need a pair of glasses.
To not even recognize Brother Chen, this is getting interesting.
The people of the Shura Sect had teasing expressions and burst into laughter.
Qiao Zhou was furious, his old face flushed red. He stepped forward and roared: Lin Chen, today I will demand an explanation on behalf of the Yunhai Sect.
As he spoke, his inner energy surged around him, blowing up his white beard, ready to attack.
Lin Chen stared coldly at Qiao Zhou.
The piercing killing intent, almost tangible, locked onto Qiao Zhou.
Those eyes were cold and ruthless, utterly terrifying.
Now, Lin Chen's strength had already stepped into the Heavenly Dipper Realm.
Against these martial artists who were still stuck cultivating basic inner energy, he had absolute suppression.
A chill ran down Qiao Zhou's spine, and his whole body trembled.
Just as he took a step, he felt his legs give way.
Then, with a thud, he knelt directly on the ground.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Old man, what are you doing!
The people of the Yunhai Sect all turned their faces away, too ashamed to look.
Kneel if you want, but don't say you represent the Yunhai Sect anymore! We can't afford to lose this face!
Lin Chen instantly lost all interest. He swept a cold glance over them and said indifferently: Please go back.
After saying that, he turned and left.
Leaving the Yunhai Sect with an aloof and proud back.
Qiao Zhou snapped back to reality, his beard trembling with anger: This is too much!
Just now, he was actually intimidated by Lin Chen's aura!
However, in that split second, he seemed to have foreseen his own death.
It was as if his heart had been tightly gripped!
The intense oppression made him feel as if he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell.
Let's go!
Qiao Zhou stood up and said angrily.
The people of the Yunhai Sect also felt they had lost a lot of face, and they followed Qiao Zhou dejectedly, preparing to leave.
Old man, stand firm, don't kneel down again.
Han Liang looked at his back and joked.
Qiao Zhou's old face was bright red. Gone was his previous immortal-like demeanor as he cursed: Just wait, I will lead the Yunhai Sect to wipe out your Shura Sect!
Hearing this, the Yunhai Sect members behind him all felt they couldn't lift their heads.
An unknown lackey of theirs had already finished off their sect's chief disciple.
When the main target, Lin Chen, showed up, he made you kneel before even making a move.
What do you have to fight them with!
Did you just say you want to wipe out the Shura Sect?
A lazy voice sounded.
The people of the Yunhai Sect looked over and were instantly shocked.
On the beach ahead, a handsome young man with lifeless eyes had suddenly appeared.
Terrifying lightning coiled around his body, with streaks of blue-purple electric sparks flashing a blinding light.
The members of the Yunhai Sect swallowed hard, feeling their legs trembling uncontrollably.
This aura was barely any weaker than Lin Chen's!
Qiao Zhou felt his legs going soft and was about to kneel again, so he quickly supported himself on Yude beside him and forced a smile: I, I was just joking.
Boom!
A blinding bolt of blue-purple lightning struck down from the sky!
It landed squarely on the boat they had arrived in!
Looking at the boat blasted to pieces by the lightning, the Yunhai Sect members kept as quiet as cicadas in winter, a chill running down their spines.
Is this something a human can do?
Swim back yourselves!
Bai Xiu said indifferently, then ignored them and strode back to the base.
Yesterday, he fell asleep on the beach and got submerged during high tide. He had only just woken up when the tide went out.
The martial artists of the Yunhai Sect looked at the shattered boat, glancing at each other in dismay.
How were they supposed to get back!
There was a whole strait between them!
...
Xingming Island.
Inside the recently built makeshift base.
An Yi chewed on some bread, took two sips of milk, and gave Qin Yao a thumbs up: Yao Yao, the milk you poured is really good, rich and fragrant without being too heavy!
Qin Yao smiled without the smile reaching her eyes: It has nothing to do with me, you should go praise the cow.
She only truly realized it now.
Perhaps her talent in cooking wasn't as outstanding as she had imagined.
For Qin Yao, who had been proficient in everything since childhood, this brought a certain sense of defeat.
Does that guy Long Aoyun have any weaknesses?
An Yi flipped through Long Aoyun's profile on his phone, trying to find some clues.
Qin Yao pondered: As the master of the Hall of Gods, he has another identity. He is a live-in son-in-law of the He family.
If news of Long Aoyun's identity as a live-in son-in-law were released, it would definitely be jaw-dropping news.
The dignified master of the Hall of Gods, the God of War of Great Xia, the Dragon Commander of the Empire, actually condescended to be a live-in son-in-law in the insignificant He family!
Although the matter was hidden, the Underworld currently controlled by Qin Yao was best at intelligence gathering.
Naturally, these matters concerning Long Aoyun were also dug up.
Is the He family very powerful? An Yi asked in surprise.
He really couldn't imagine how the dignified God of War of Great Xia could stoop to being a live-in son-in-law.
Qin Yao shook her head slightly: Very ordinary, and they declined a long time ago.
Then it's bizarre, what exactly is the reason. An Yi pondered.
He Tingting!
Qin Yao said seriously.
She had analyzed the intelligence. For Long Aoyun to condescend to the He family as a live-in son-in-law.
There was only this one reason!
An Yi closed his eyes, settling this information in his heart and beginning to think.
For a woman, a dignified God of War was actually willing to become a live-in son-in-law.
Then...
Just how beautiful must that woman be!!
Oh, I suddenly remembered something.
Qin Yao held a butter knife, cutting the bread and spreading peanut butter.
An Yi asked in confusion: What is it?
The Yunhai Sect might come looking for trouble with us soon.
Qin Yao took a bite of the bread and said casually.
Are they strong?
An Yi showed a bit of curiosity.
He seemingly hadn't heard of this sect and had no impression of it.
Qin Yao took a sip of milk and said: Very weak.
An Yi: ...
In terms of the power rankings in Great Xia, according to the statistics provided by the Underworld, the Yunhai Sect should be ranked ninth in Great Xia, but...
Qin Yao paused, the corners of her pretty mouth curling up slightly: They know absolutely nothing about the strength of the Shura Sect!
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!
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.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
