After Dongfang Dan finished yelling, Lin Xiaolu saw that Chen Nianyun and his group were still standing there motionless. Her clear eyes suddenly glared, "What are you still doing here? Looking to get beat?"
At this moment, Chen Nianyun was so angry he could barely speak. Yu Chuchu next to him helped retaliate, "Later we will all go tell the teacher and master about you!"
"Go ahead and tattle." Lin Xiaolu said arrogantly. "If you guys tattle, my senior sister will at most just beat me a little. Don't think I won't tell you, my senior sister dotes on me, she definitely wouldn't bear to beat me. But then I'll come find you guys for revenge later, breaking your hands and feet would be getting off easy!"
Hearing the fierce threats, the group of children's faces paled in fright again. Lin Xiaolu looked towards Chen Nianyun and sneered disdainfully, "I heard you have some kind of Indestructible Sword Physique, your talent is pretty good, but can it be as good as mine?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Nianyun shuddered in fright. For a moment he was really cowed by Lin Xiaolu.
Lin Xiaolu walked forward and patted the face of Chen Nianyun who was a head taller than him, acting like a little bully, "Tomorrow if I don't see protection money, I'll wipe snot on your head, got it?"
The handsome youth's face flushed red, he huffed and puffed a few breaths, then humiliatingly nodded.
"Got it then why are you still here?" Lin Xiaolu said disdainfully.
Hearing this, the youth's body trembled, then lowered his head and ran off like an arrow. Seeing him run, the rest of them also followed along, all leaving with their heads drooping without saying a word.
After they all left, Lin Xiaolu yelled at the frightened outer sect disciple, "What are you still dazing out for? Bring food!"
That disciple shuddered in fright, then quickly raised his hand and said, "Little senior brother, little senior sister, please come in."
The boy arrogantly brought his sister into a clean private room. As soon as they sat down, Dongfang Dan looked at him admiringly, "Brother Lu, I really admire you, able to subdue so many people by yourself, impressive!"
Lin Xiaolu arrogantly nodded, putting on the air of a big villain, and said smugly to Dongfang Dan, "Little Dan, since you've accepted me as big brother, of course big brother will bring you to eat good food and drink sweet drinks."
The little fatso was puzzled, "Shouldn't Brother Lu drink spicy drinks?"
Lin Xiaolu glanced at him, "Alcohol is so spicy and awful tasting, how could I let you drink that?"
The ten year old Dongfang Dan thought, that made sense. His father was the Prime Minister of Great Yue Country, there was no fine wine they didn't have at home, but he didn't like drinking either, preferring to drink sweet soups like sour plum soup or mung bean soup.
After using the afternoon meal, the children gradually returned to the study hall. Lin Xiaolu swaggered into the classroom last of all. As soon as he entered, immediately no one dared to speak again, the children all looked at him in terror.
Students like Chen Nianyun from the Lingjian lineage were even more frightened by Lin Xiaolu, wishing they could drill into their desk to hide.
Swaggering back to the window seat, the boy comfortably lay back in his chair, put a textbook over his face, and started taking an afternoon nap. Little Yuer continued drawing pictures with her brush next to him.
Soon, snoring sounds rang out in the classroom. A few children saw Lin Xiaolu was asleep and wanted to whisper, but Dongfang Dan immediately glared at them, threatening in a low voice, "Looking to die? We're helping big brother take an afternoon nap through virtuous conduct, do you think your life is too long?"
Those classmates who just wanted to speak immediately didn't dare make a peep, silently lowering their heads.
The afternoon lessons were about the same as the morning, Mr. Yang taught the other children in the study hall first. After finishing teaching them, he brought Lin Xiaolu and Little Yuer to the adjoining study hall for individual instruction in recognizing words.
"Starting tomorrow, I will indirectly teach you some methods for perceiving spirit power. In the future you can try cultivating, but remember when you first start cultivating, studying words should still be primary, and cultivation secondary. Understand?" The old man looked at the siblings writing and said.
"Understand!" Lin Xiaolu and Little Yuer replied obediently.
Mr. Yang nodded, then stroked his beard and exhorted, "Little Lu, your innate talent is clever, your speed and comprehension in learning words is even faster than Nianyun and Chuchu were originally. I expect your talent in cultivation is also not bad. You must diligently make an effort, don't play around too much."
"Oh~" Lin Xiaolu nodded while holding his brush, feeling the teacher's praise was only natural, and continued writing word by word.
Soon, when it was the afternoon hour of Shen, school dismissal time, Lin Xiaolu left the reading hall with his sister and the other children, chatting and laughing as they walked together in groups of three or two.
After crossing the creek and stone beach, over twenty children gradually ascended the bridges leading to their individual lineages' dwellings, leaving one by one. Lin Xiaolu also bid farewell to Dongfang Dan and ascended the bridge leading to the Plucking Stars lineage with Little Yuer.
"Little Dan, don't forget to bring me bricks tomorrow." Lin Xiaolu reminded.
"Don't worry Brother Lu, I won't forget!" The little fatso waved his hand in response.
After bidding farewell to Dongfang Dan, Lin Xiaolu brought his sister running back to their own small courtyard, and as soon as they entered the gates he eagerly yelled, "Senior sister~ we're out of school!"
In a room with sunflowers planted all around the front door, Li Miaoxin opened her beautiful eyes from meditating, and walked out the door smiling.
She had just stepped out of the room when she immediately saw two little figures who weren't even as tall as the sunflowers, happily running towards her.
Li Miaoxin beckoned to the siblings, looking at the two children who had already run over she laughed and asked, "How was your first day of school, was it fun?"
"It was alright, we learned a lot of words." Lin Xiaolu bragged, "I learned the words for one, two three, four, five, as well as sun, moon, bright and other words."
"Wow, so many words, Little Lu is really amazing." Li Miaoxin squatted down and smiled as she praised.
Little Yuer next to them eagerly asked curiously, "Senior sister, we're out of school now, what should we do now?"
Li Miaoxin tenderly pinched Little Yuer's little cheek, "You don't need to do anything, you can go out and play, or review your schoolwork."
"Then let's go out and play!" Lin Xiaolu excitedly suggested, "Senior sister, take us to Spirit Beast Valley on Demon Peak to see the spirit beasts!"
"No Little Lu." Li Miaoxin refused with a smile, "Senior sister still needs to cultivate, how about you two play in the sunflower field for a while?"
Lin Xiaolu pouted, "What's fun about the sunflower field?"
The senior sister's courtyard was filled with sunflowers, everywhere you looked was a sea of gold, it was beautiful but didn't seem very fun.
Seeing the siblings weren't very interested, Li Miaoxin continued smiling, "How about you two review your schoolwork? Copy the words teacher taught you today ten times each?"
"No!" The siblings shouted together, "We don't want to write words!"
Hearing this, Li Miaoxin smiled wryly covering her face. She really couldn't think of anything for the siblings to do.
Just as she was agonizing over finding something for the siblings, Lin Xiaolu suddenly looked at her ardently and said, "Senior sister, how about you teach us how to cultivate instead!"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”