Just as Zhong Yi was feeling slightly disappointed, text once again appeared before him:
【Some of your farmland has been upgraded to Spirit Fields!】
【Spiritual energy is being continuously gathered…】
Zhong Yi lowered his head to glance at the ground beneath him.
Upon closer inspection, the barren field was divided into five rows.
The central row, previously desolate, was now covered in lush greenery, with faint golden spiritual energy rising from the soil.
"So it really is a Spirit Field."
Zhong Yi was curious—why was this being pointed out to him so abruptly?
At the same time, he noticed a number appear in the upper-left corner: one hundred fifty.
"One hundred fifty? What does this mean?"
Zhong Yi was puzzled once more.
The floating prompt continued:
【Occasionally, plants awakened with spiritual consciousness may appear in the air.】
A new wave of fruits descended.
Among them was a golden-glowing pea pod, likely the "spirit plant" mentioned in the prompt.
Without hesitation, Zhong Yi swung his blade, slicing apart all the fruits and plants.
【Do not destroy spirit plants. Use the back of your blade to guide them onto the Spirit Field—you may reap unexpected rewards…】
"……"
Zhong Yi clenched his fists in frustration.
Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier?!
It’s already been chopped to bits!!!
Fortunately, the next wave of fruits quickly refreshed, and another spirit plant—a pea pod—appeared.
This time, Zhong Yi avoided the pea pod and used the flat of his blade to adjust its trajectory, ensuring it landed precisely on the row of Spirit Field soil.
The moment it touched the spiritual earth,
the pea pod swiftly transformed into a Peashooter with beady eyes and a pointed mouth.
The number in the upper-left corner dropped from one hundred fifty to fifty.
At the same time, the golden spiritual energy from the Spirit Field coalesced into a radiant orb, flying automatically toward Zhong Yi.
With a soft "gulp,"
the number in the upper-left corner increased by twenty-five, rising to seventy-five.
"I get it now!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up with realization.
"The number in the corner represents the spiritual energy generated by the Spirit Field. Growing spirit plants consumes a set amount of energy—the number beneath each plant is its cost!"
In this regard, Zhong Yi’s comprehension was remarkably sharp.
The earlier disappointment had completely faded.
A vague intuition stirred within him—
This illusion…
was anything but ordinary!
It might even overturn the entire Lingxiao Sect…
No!
The entire cultivation world!
Before him, the prompts continued:
【Outside your farm, a horde of zombies eyes you with malice…】
【Stop their advance!】
The moment the prompt vanished, Zhong Yi saw the zombies near the Spirit Field begin to move.
His heart clenched at first, but then he couldn’t help but feel exasperated at their limping, sluggish pace.
He half-expected these elderly zombies to trip over pebbles and perish before even reaching the field…
"But how exactly am I supposed to kill them?"
Zhong Yi pinched his chin, deep in thought.
His only weapon was the sword in his hand.
Yet when he tested it, he found he couldn’t harm the zombies with it.
His range of movement was severely limited—he could only slash at falling fruits and plant spirit crops in midair.
Fruits and spirit plants rained down relentlessly, demanding his attention.
Zhong Yi kept slicing while racking his brain for a solution.
Soon, the shambling zombies reached the edge of the Spirit Field.
Just as Zhong Yi grew anxious, hoping for another prompt,
the Peashooter in the field spat out a round pea from its mouth.
The pea shot like an arrow, striking a zombie square in the forehead and leaving a visible crack.
"!!!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes widened in shock and delight.
Suddenly, he understood exactly how this illusion worked!
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
