The tide of battle turned like a collapsing mountain.
The forces of three orthodox sects were being steadily devoured by Lu Ze's advance. A sense of despair surged through the hearts of the defenders.
"Chen Feng! Damn it, are you ready or not!?" Zhang Shifei roared furiously, pointing at Chen Feng across the battlefield.
"We're fighting for our lives here while you just sit back and watch! Where's the air support you promised!?"
"Haha, coming, coming! Just hold on!" Chen Feng replied with a dismissive smirk.
Having secured his advantage, Lu Ze no longer suppressed the others' development.
By sheer luck, Chen Feng had stumbled upon a spiritual energy-rich secret realm right in front of him. Combined with an unoccupied sect stronghold nearby, his economy had skyrocketed.
Truth be told, his forces had long been ready to march.
But he chose to stockpile instead.
After all, this was a competition.
Their performance against the demonic path would determine their final rankings and points.
He needed the other three sects to weaken Lu Ze's forces first—then he would strike with overwhelming force.
"Elder Disciple Chen, if you don’t act now, even you won’t be able to stop him!" Guo Yunwen shouted, sweat pouring down his face.
"Relax, victory is mine!" Chen Feng laughed wildly, his fingers flying across his command interface.
The forces of the Infinite Sword Sect surged forth—every last soldier mobilized.
"You have no idea how terrifying the demonic path—"
Guo Yunwen’s words caught in his throat.
In his vision, an endless swarm of Thunderflare Drakes darkened the skies, streaking toward the battlefield.
……
……
Outside the battlefield.
"Junior Brother Lu Ze has single-handedly crushed three orthodox sects with absolute dominance!"
"The righteous path is collapsing… Over half of the three sects' forces have been wiped out in an instant!"
"Is the battle already decided?"
"Wait—the Infinite Sword Sect is joining the fight!!!"
"Their aerial forces are overwhelmingly powerful—could they turn the tide!?"
"Holy shit!!! That many drakes!?!"
The intensity of the battle, paired with Zhong Yi’s electrifying commentary, sent the audience into a frenzy.
Even Zhong Yi himself felt an exhilarating rush.
Lu Ze’s maneuvers seemed to carry an inexplicable profundity.
Though Zhong Yi didn’t fully grasp them, just voicing them aloud made his Sacred Speech Spirit Root stir restlessly within him.
Thrilling.
Absolutely thrilling!
Zhong Yi grew more impassioned, his words more vivid.
Especially when he saw the Infinite Sword Sect’s massive army charging toward the battlefield—his body involuntarily radiated faint golden spiritual energy.
"The Infinite Sword Sect has entered the fray!"
"Drakes, Sword Immortals, Spirit Tamers, Formation Masters, Vajra Guardians…"
"Heavens! Elder Disciple Chen’s economy exploded after securing that spiritual energy realm!"
"This army outnumbers both sides’ remaining forces combined!!!"
"Junior Brother Lu still isn’t producing more troops? If he doesn’t, it’ll be too late!"
"One, two, three, four… Forty Thunderflare Drakes in total! The aerial dominance is terrifying!!!"
……
The decisive clash was imminent.
At that moment—
Golden runes, fine as silk, spilled from Zhong Yi’s lips.
They swirled behind him, forming an intricate array of radiant scripture.
A brilliant light erupted!
The audience gasped in shock.
"What the—? What’s happening?!"
"Did he just have an epiphany from commentating?"
"No, no—this isn’t enlightenment. It’s some rare cultivation technique!"
"I heard Senior Brother Zhong possesses the legendary Sacred Speech Spirit Root—at its peak, it can manifest reality through words!"
"Damn, so he’s actually intervening?"
"Senior Brother Zhong is shielding our righteous sects! The righteous path is invincible!"
"Defend the honor of the righteous path!!!"
"Righteous path prevails!!!"
……
Zhong Yi, hovering mid-air, paused briefly.
Even he didn’t understand why his Sacred Speech Spirit Root had suddenly activated.
He hadn’t channeled it deliberately.
Had his emotions overwhelmed him?
Though puzzled, he couldn’t help but rejoice.
A strange and profound power surged from his spirit root.
‘Could I have truly glimpsed the profundity of [Reality Manifestation Through Speech]?’
The thought flickered through his mind—only to be dismissed.
At his current cultivation level, mastering such a technique was impossible.
But it was a promising start.
‘No matter. The match comes first!’
Shaking off his distractions, Zhong Yi refocused on the battle.
The Infinite Sword Sect’s forces were moments away from engagement.
Cultivators. Spirit beasts.
Anti-air. Anti-ground.
Every unit type was accounted for.
And above all—the sky-blackening swarm of Thunderflare Drakes.
The righteous path’s most formidable aerial force!
Thanks to controlling two sect spirit mines and a spiritual energy realm, Chen Feng’s economy had snowballed.
Forty Thunderflare Drakes—more than enough to overturn the battle!
Zhong Yi spoke again.
The golden scripture around him blazed even brighter.
"Junior Brother Lu isn’t reinforcing his army. Instead, he’s gathering his remaining forces at the sect’s chokehold!"
"Underestimating the enemy, Junior Brother Lu! Forty drakes are no joke!"
"From a professional commentator’s perspective… there’s no way Junior Brother Lu can win this time."
"The drakes are in his face!"
"How do you lose with drakes in your face!?"
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?"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
