At the entrance of the secret realm.
With Zhao Wendao at the center of the formation, dozens of elders channeled their spiritual energy frantically into the barriers surrounding the secret realm.
After all, this was a Heavenly Dao secret realm—breaking its barriers was no easy feat.
By now, half of the barriers had already been shattered.
Once the barriers were fully dismantled, they could enter the realm to rescue the surviving disciples!
The death hexagram divined by Chi Shengtian had everyone’s hearts clenched in fear.
Especially the masters of the four disciples, who poured their life’s energy into the effort without restraint.
The elite disciples who had accompanied the elders stood by anxiously, unable to assist directly due to the impurity of their spiritual energy—they could only guard the elders as they worked.
Just then, Chi Shengtian’s body suddenly stiffened. Li Moran, stationed at the outermost edge of the formation, instantly opened her eyes and looked over with anticipation.
The other elders quickly inquired.
"Elder Chi, what’s wrong?"
"Did you divine something else?"
"Could they have…?"
Judging by Chi Shengtian’s expression, they could already guess it wasn’t good news. Their brows furrowed in unison.
Li Moran and Zhong Yi exchanged glances, their faces turning cold simultaneously.
Chi Shengtian shook his head mournfully, revealing another "death" hexagram in his palm.
"Another one… has perished."
……
……
Inside the illusion.
"BANG!!"
A deafening gunshot rang out.
Blood sprayed from Xu Hao’s temple as he was the first to be eliminated.
"Damn it!!! How did Brother Lu see through me again?!"
Xu Hao’s corpse let out a resentful roar.
"Brother Xu, you’re just too inexperienced with illusions… too honest."
Lu Ze chuckled.
Xu Hao was, after all, an honest man—far too green when it came to deception.
He was practically transparent, making it easy for Lu Ze to take him down.
"So this is what illusions are really like…"
Xu Hao nodded thoughtfully, his rigid perception of illusions now shattered.
"Alright then, I’ll make sure to train in illusions more often from now on!"
"By the way, Brother Xu, do you ever run short on spirit stones?"
Lu Ze asked.
"Hah, my favorite pastimes are exploring secret realms and slaying demons… how could I ever lack spirit stones?"
Xu Hao declared proudly.
"Then let me recommend an illusion to you—you can start with my 'Three Kingdoms Kill,' a card-based game."
Lu Ze quickly suggested with a smile.
Xu Hao didn’t suspect a thing. "Sounds good!"
Nearby, Wang Tianjing and Chen Yiyun held their breaths, exchanging uneasy glances.
"It really is the Demon Lu…"
"No wonder he’s so good at lying…"
……
……
At the entrance of the secret realm.
"Stop… stop hitting us!!! Please, spare us!!!"
"We don’t know anything!!"
Two battered and bruised Nascent Soul demonic cultivators—one tall, one stout—pleaded desperately.
Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen stood coldly, their hands stained with blood.
Upon learning that two disciples had already perished inside the secret realm, their fury burned uncontrollably—they needed an outlet!
If not for the fact that these two demonic cultivators still held valuable intelligence, they would have slaughtered them without hesitation.
"It’s over!"
Suddenly, among the elders, Chi Shengtian let out a horrified gasp.
Tears welled in his aged eyes.
The divination concerning the fate of the disciples in the secret realm had yielded an ominous result—
Death by a shot to the head!
"You beasts, DIE!!"
Zhong Yi, known for his gentle demeanor, now had bloodshot eyes, his rage erupting like a volcano as his spiritual energy surged skyward.
Mu Yawen’s lips trembled, his muscles swelling dozens of times in size. Intricate golden runes spread across his fists and forearms, making him resemble a war god descended from the heavens.
Yet before either could strike—
The tall demonic cultivator’s head was already obliterated by Li Moran’s sword.
Her strike was so fast that even Zhong Yi could barely follow it.
So fast that the tall demonic cultivator’s body seemed unaware its head was gone.
Not a single drop of blood sprayed from the severed neck—only a mist of crimson where the skull had shattered.
Li Moran’s icy gaze shifted to the remaining demonic cultivator.
"N-no, don’t kill me… I have valuable intelligence! If you kill me, you’ll—"
The stout demonic cultivator shook his head frantically, terror etched on his face.
"If I punch you with my full strength, your head will feel like it’s exploding… but you won’t die. Do you believe me?"
Zhong Yi spoke slowly.
His golden Sage’s Spirit Root radiated blinding light.
With a darkened expression, Zhong Yi drove his fist toward the stout demonic cultivator’s head at terrifying speed, his strike carrying overwhelming force—
"BANG!"
A crossbow bolt pierced Chen Yiyun’s skull, sending her collapsing to the ground.
"AAAH!! I swear, in my next life, I’m never sitting between you two again!!!"
Chen Yiyun wanted to cry but had no tears left.
This was the worst gaming experience imaginable.
Her upper seat, Lu Ze, was a seasoned liar—utterly unpredictable.
Every time she questioned him, she ate a bolt.
Her lower seat, Wang Tianjing, was no saint either—out of the four times she bluffed, he caught her twice.
In the end, Chen Yiyun met her demise on her fourth trigger pull.
"I’m really looking forward to seeing which of these two master liars comes out on top!"
Xu Hao remarked with great interest.
By now, they had completely forgotten that they had entered this illusion to compete for the secret realm’s treasure.
"Brother Lu, I finally get to face you head-on."
Wang Tianjing rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
Lu Ze responded with his usual calm smile. "I’m ready whenever."
At this point, Wang Tianjing had already pulled the trigger once—caught bluffing by Xu Hao’s intuition.
Lu Ze, however, hadn’t pulled the trigger even once.
His undefeated streak remained unbroken.
In a bluffing game like this, courage and luck played significant roles.
But when skill reached a certain level, a master facing a novice was a one-sided slaughter—barring the slim chance of dying on the first shot.
Lu Ze had no intention of gambling on that small probability, no matter how unlikely.
Against newcomers like Xu Hao and Chen Yiyun, Lu Ze still had moments of uncertainty.
But against a logical opponent like Wang Tianjing, Lu Ze felt only one thing—
Victory was assured.
The secret realm’s treasure and the mission rewards—he would claim them all.
[This round’s target card: Human.]
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
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?"
