"You want to become famous?"
Old Tao tore off a bite of grilled meat and said thoughtfully.
An Yi nodded. "That's indeed what I'm thinking."
The thousand members of the Asura Sect were scattered who knew where.
Searching for them one by one would not only be inefficient,
but he also didn’t fully recognize that many people from the Asura Sect. Even if he ran into them on the street, he might not be able to identify them.
So, making a name for himself and letting others come to him would make things much easier.
However, in the Ancient Continent, becoming famous was indeed no easy feat.
Beside him, Old Tao was also frowning.
In this world, the goals of fame usually boiled down to wealth, power, or influence.
Using fame for money, using fame for authority, or using fame to build one's own faction.
The key problem was that he couldn’t figure out what An Yi really wanted to do.
"If I storm the City Lord’s Mansion and kill eleven Heaven’s Cage stage spirit practitioners, could I brag about that?"
An Yi asked thoughtfully.
Old Tao wiped the grease off his mouth. "You're already famous in Lingchuan Domain."
Qi City itself was the most prosperous capital within Lingchuan Domain.
This battle of An Yi’s had already shaken all the major cities.
Old Tao considered for a moment and said, "If you want me to keep promoting you, I can get you some recognition in the Eastern Ling Empire too."
An Yi sighed. "That’s still far from enough."
Lingchuan Domain, when viewed across the entire continent, was nothing more than a palm-sized area.
Moreover, compared to the entire Ancient Continent, the Eastern Ling Empire was still too small.
In the end, this was just small-scale stuff.
Old Tao said helplessly, "My abilities only go so far. I have no other options. Fame is ultimately tied to strength!"
"Take the War Lord Ye three years ago. He was a top human expert, about to break through into the Divine Transformation stage, but he was carelessly discovered by the Spirit God Difeng and ended up with bones scattered, not even a corpse left behind."
"What did War Lord Ye do? Nothing much. But why was he known across the entire Ancient Continent? Because he was strong! Fame is just a byproduct of strength."
Upon hearing this, An Yi fell into contemplation.
Indeed, in this world where might makes right,
without strength, why should the world know you, and why should they remember you?
Thinking this, An Yi sighed softly.
It all came down to strength!
After entering the Heaven’s Cage stage, he could clearly feel that his progress had slowed considerably.
This process was inevitable.
Back then, if it hadn’t been for fusing with the Golden Relic, he wouldn’t have shot up to the middle stage of Heaven’s Cage.
In the two or three months he’d been in the Ancient Continent, the bottleneck to the late Heaven’s Cage stage had only just loosened.
Barring accidents, he should break through in a couple of days, but it was still too slow.
In the Ancient Continent, reaching the Nirvana stage and above truly marked the entry into the ranks of top experts.
Of course, An Yi thought his progress was slow—but that was only his perspective.
From the Heaven’s Cage stage onward, every step of growth in strength was a defiance of heaven itself.
Throughout history, countless talented spirit practitioners had been stuck at these stages forever.
An Yi breaking through a sub-stage in a few months would make many practitioners green with envy.
Old Tao took a sip of tea, his eyes twinkling. "I did think of a way to make you famous."
"What is it?"
An Yi showed some curiosity.
"Represent the Eastern Mystic Academy and compete in the Ancient Continent’s Academies’ Dragon-Feast Martial Tournament."
Old Tao said solemnly. "It’s held once every five years, and this year is the participation year. The competition is six months away."
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Old man, don’t think I don’t see through your scheme. You want me to compete for your Eastern Mystic Academy?"
Old Tao didn’t hide his intentions at all, grinning. "It’s a win-win cooperation! If you win the championship in this academy competition, you’ll gain fame across the continent and receive offers from all the top powers. That’s quite the temptation, don’t you think?"
An Yi fell into thought.
Six months later...
For the short term, this did seem like a good way to make a name.
Other methods of gaining fame across the entire Ancient Continent were far too difficult.
"Of course, our Eastern Mystic Academy branch isn’t qualified. If you really want to participate, you’d have to go to the main campus of Eastern Mystic Academy. And every participant slot is extremely precious—competition is fierce."
Old Tao gave a timely reminder.
However, with An Yi’s strength at the middle stage of Heaven’s Cage, he could dominate among the majority of students. Securing a participant spot for the Eastern Mystic Academy shouldn’t be a problem.
The real challenge was how to stand out among the hundreds of academies teeming with geniuses.
After all, every tournament produced all kinds of prodigies. In one particular year, there were even several Nirvana-stage spirit practitioners!
"Ding! Side quest [Hundred Academies, Claim the Crown]! Reward: [Sword Mastery (Advanced)], Reputation Points +100,000, Sin Points +50!"
The system’s prompt had already rung out.
An Yi glanced at it.
The Advanced Sword Mastery was indeed a decent reward.
He had maxed out his Basic Sword Mastery, but it hadn’t made much difference.
Since he had nothing better to do, he’d take it!
"Alright, thanks."
An Yi cupped his hands and prepared to leave.
Old Tao said with a chuckle, "Don’t forget to check up on your students. After all, you’re a tutor now. I need to have something to report to others."
An Yi said confidently, "Don’t worry—no one understands teaching better than I do."
…
Let’s go back five days.
At the Starlight Sea Domain, the Moon Clan’s altar.
Yue Ling looked at the young man before her, a hint of fear in her expression. She only dared to show her delicate little face as she stole glances at him.
After all, this was a divine son.
She didn’t dare show any disrespect.
"Divine Son!"
Yue Ling mustered her courage, walked over, and asked softly.
"Call me Bai Xiu. 'Divine Son' sounds weird."
The young man yawned and said in somewhat awkward Ancient Continent speech.
Thank goodness for his bug-like ability, the Nightmare Space; otherwise, with Zi Yue’s lousy teaching, there was no way he would have learned the local language.
"Bai Xiu..."
Yue Ling savored the strange name, her lively eyes full of curiosity.
"Got anything to eat?"
Bai Xiu rubbed his stomach and asked.
He had been asleep for two whole days.
He had been woken up by sheer hunger. Even sleep couldn’t block the pangs of starvation—he just couldn’t hold out any longer.
Right now, he felt like his stomach could swallow an entire cow!
Seeing Bai Xiu’s wolf-like, starving glare,
Yue Ling grew nervous and quickly said, "Yes, yes, I do! Divine Son, please wait—don’t be anxious—it will be brought to you right away!"
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?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
