At that moment, the battlefield fell eerily still, as if the air itself had frozen.
Everyone stared at a dark green lotus blooming in the desert.
It was a gigantic flower in full bloom, with six people standing at its center.
They were all dressed in suits and ties.
The middle-aged man among them had only his hands, neck, and head exposed beyond his suit—and all of them were engulfed in profound black flames.
There was no radiance of qi, only a darkness as deep as an abyss.
“Redemption!?”
Beckett of the Holy Light Tribe’s expression changed dramatically. He immediately flashed to Hathaway’s side.
“Jiang Mingzhuo, Fan Junshu, Xie Wangwei, Shentu Wan…and Blackfire Heartkeeper! They’re…the Redemption!”
“What? The legendary Redemption?”
“How is that possible? Aren’t there four ninth-tier guardians outside?”
…
The people around them were filled with terror. How could these vile criminals have appeared here?
Every expert present had lived for at least a century. The Redemption had left an extremely deep impression on all of them.
Leng Xing also immediately moved to Youhuo’s side, staring warily at Xu Shou in the very center.
“Shouxin, I can’t believe you’re still alive!”
Cheng Xiang of the Black Moon Tribe returned to Zilan Yin’s side, his face as pale as paper.
Liao Kun, an eighth-tier expert from the Celestial Tribe, leisurely made his way over to Tian Bufan. Compared to everyone else, he did not appear particularly nervous.
“Something’s wrong! The Redemption is on very close terms with the Great Wilderness Tribe!”
Li Poshan’s voice rang in Wu Tian’s ears.
“What are you afraid of? We have so many experts. Let’s wait and see.”
Wu Tian’s voice was low and grim.
“Hahaha! I never expected you people to come. Does this mean I’m not destined to die today?”
Fan Yingjie was lying on the desert floor, laughing loudly. He casually spat out another mouthful of blood.
“I don’t see despair on any of your faces! It seems my performance back then wasn’t vivid enough!”
Xie Wangwei was the first to leap down from the lotus. Smiling, he swept his gaze across the surroundings.
“While I’m choosing vessels, this is your only chance to live.”
The onlookers all around sucked in a sharp breath.
This was the first time they had ever seen someone show such disregard for the four major races.
“Wait!”
Jiang Mingzhuo held a cigarette between his fingers. He glanced at Xu Shou beside him, then shifted his gaze to Xu Mu in the distance, whose chest was stained red with blood.
He jumped down from the lotus and scanned the surroundings.
“Who injured the genius descendant of our Yanhuang people?”
Everyone around them fell silent.
“No one’s talking? Then I’ll assume it was one of your four races!”
Jiang Mingzhuo’s gaze settled on the representatives of the four major races.
“Jiang Mingzhuo! I advise you not to get too arrogant! Have you forgotten what happened back then?”
Cheng Xiang of the Black Moon Tribe shouted sternly.
Whoosh!
Space compressed. Fan Junshu appeared instantly in front of Cheng Xiang, his outstretched palm only ten centimeters from Cheng Xiang’s face before Cheng Xiang even realized what was happening.
Cheng Xiang’s eyes widened. He immediately took a step back and unleashed his power, slamming a fist into Fan Junshu’s palm.
Boom!
Black-violet energy shot into the sky.
But Fan Junshu’s body suddenly transformed into a mass of water. It crashed into Cheng Xiang, then vanished without a trace.
Swish, swish, swish…
In the next instant, countless deep-blue ice spikes burst out from within Cheng Xiang’s body.
Crack!
Cheng Xiang’s body was torn into pieces. Inside it, a humanoid mass of ice covered in spikes slowly took on Fan Junshu’s form.
“I came here for a team-building outing, and I was in a pretty good mood. You just had to remind me of some unpleasant memories.”
Fan Junshu lightly brushed the blood from his shoulder. The blood turned into ice shards and fell from his clothes.
Shock.
Everyone present witnessed the scene, yet not a single person dared even breathe loudly.
An eighth-tier expert from one of the four major races had been killed instantly?
Even saying “killed instantly” was being generous. More accurately, he had been pulverized!
Was this the power of the Redemption?
The people who had been preparing to attack Xu Mu moments ago were now trembling so badly that their legs shook beneath them.
Xu Mu was still crouching on the ground. He remembered Jiang Cisui of Mount Kunlun once saying that Fan Junshu was exceptionally ruthless.
Before this, Xu Mu had assumed that was merely an exaggerated rumor. After all, the Fan Junshu he had seen was an elegant, scholarly middle-aged man who enjoyed reading.
Only now did he realize that this man truly was terrifying.
“Elder!”
Zilan Yin’s pupils shook violently. She opened her mouth and shouted, “What are you waiting for? Attack!”
But no one around her dared to move. They did not even dare make a sound—not even the people from the four major races.
“Cowards! You…”
As Zilan Yin spoke, she suddenly noticed that a hand wearing a white glove had covered her eyes.
At some point, Xie Wangwei had appeared behind her.
“Shh! Anger makes the face ugly. My work of art doesn’t need that.”
Zilan Yin was so terrified that her scalp crawled and her soul nearly left her body. Her mind was filled with the rumors surrounding Xie Wangwei.
That bastard who liked turning human bodies into works of art.
Fear weighed down her legs like lead. She could not move even a single step.
“Shouxin! Prepare to die!”
At that moment, a voice like rolling thunder rang out from the sky.
From the opening in the formation that the members of the Redemption had broken through, a dazzling golden light emerged.
Behind that golden light came the other three ninth-tier experts.
When the onlookers saw this, they all became wildly excited.
“Wonderful! The four ninth-tier experts of the divine races are here!”
“We’re saved!”
…
Hathaway raised her head and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had never personally fought the members of the Redemption.
But when she was young, she had often heard the legends surrounding them.
“We’re getting ready to flee.”
Beckett whispered into Hathaway’s ear.
“What?”
Hathaway stared at him in disbelief. Four ninth-tier experts were charging toward them, yet they were still planning to run?
What did that make the rest of them?
Whoosh!
Suddenly, four clusters of black flame separated from Xu Shou’s body and drifted above the lotus.
The mere sight of those flames left everyone present deeply shaken.
They gave off no fluctuations of qi, yet they were undeniably visible before their eyes.
But if one closed their eyes, they could not sense the flames at all.
“Hahaha! Compared to the ones in my hands, I still prefer high-grade vessels!”
Xie Wangwei suddenly charged toward one of the clusters of black flame. The flame blazed fiercely over his body.
Whoosh!
He transformed into a mass of blackness and shot straight into the sky.
Zilan Yin collapsed onto the ground as if all her strength had left her. She gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.
If the ninth-tier experts had not arrived, she felt that she would have died in the next second.
Boom!
Without saying a word, Shentu Wan also charged into a cluster of flame before attacking the ninth-tier experts in the sky.
Jiang Mingzhuo and Fan Junshu likewise allowed the black flames to cover their bodies before flying toward the ninth-tier experts.
The onlookers had no idea what to say.
There were four ninth-tier experts, yet the Redemption had sent only four people to meet them. More importantly, their leader, Shouxin, had not even moved.
He completely disregarded the ninth-tier experts of the four major races.
At that moment, Xu Shou took two steps forward.
Everyone present felt their hearts jolt, their nerves tightening to the limit.
“I remember clearly everything the four of your races once did to us.”
As Xu Shou spoke, black flames billowed from his mouth. His voice was like fire flickering in the wind—rising and falling, elusive and erratic.
“So, I’m going to make you suffer.”
At that, everyone from the four major races went pale.
“You!”
Xu Shou pointed at Zilan Yin. “Go kiss that boy and get him to cough something up. Then I’ll let you off.”
Xu Mu frowned. Why did he have a feeling that the “boy” Xu Shou was talking about was him?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
