Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli instinctively looked up.
A snowmobile, riderless and out of control like a wild beast, was hurtling toward them at a terrifying speed—straight at Mo Qingli!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Mo Qingli’s pupils contracted sharply; she had no time to react.
The shadow of death loomed over her.
"Look out!" A furious roar erupted.
Lu Chenyuan’s body moved faster than his mind.
Acting purely on instinct, he threw himself at Mo Qingli with all his strength, shoving her violently aside.
"Thud!"
Mo Qingli tumbled into the snow, unharmed.
But Lu Chenyuan took the full impact of the out-of-control snowmobile.
The force of the collision sent him flying over the platform’s railing, plummeting down the steep cliffside!
"Lu Chenyuan!"
Mo Qingli’s scream tore through the air.
She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the railing, watching in horror as Lu Chenyuan’s body tumbled down the icy slope, disappearing into the vast white expanse below.
Alive or dead—unknown.
Time seemed to freeze.
Mo Qingli’s mind went blank.
Seconds later, an overwhelming wave of fear, cold and suffocating, crashed over her.
Her heart felt as if an invisible hand had clenched it tight.
The pain stole her breath.
How could this happen?
Just moments ago, the man who had been laughing beside her, clumsily learning to ski with her.
The man who had quietly taken care of everything for her.
The man who, in the face of danger, had pushed her aside without hesitation—choosing death for himself.
He…
No!
Mo Qingli shook her head violently.
She couldn’t panic.
Absolutely not.
From birth, she had been molded by elite education.
Calmness was ingrained in her bones.
She forced herself to take deep breaths, willing herself to stay composed.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone, but she dialed the ski resort’s rescue team with precision.
"Accident at Platform B7 on the main slope! Someone’s fallen off the cliff! Send a helicopter and the best rescue team immediately! Now!"
Her voice carried the weight of an unshakable command.
After hanging up, she immediately called Lin Yuan.
"Lu Chenyuan’s been hit by a snowmobile and fell off the cliff. Lock down the resort and detain the snowmobile’s owner. Find out if this was an accident—or murder."
With her orders given, Mo Qingli turned her gaze back to the cliff where Lu Chenyuan had disappeared.
No.
She couldn’t just wait here.
She glanced at the steep, untamed slope below—a wilderness of jagged rocks and hidden crevasses.
Going down there was a death wish.
But Mo Qingli didn’t hesitate.
She quickly adjusted her ski bindings to their tightest setting.
Then, taking a deep breath, she leaped.
Down the cliff she went.
She would find him.
Alive or dead.
If he was gone…
She would turn the entire country of Y upside down.
Everyone involved would pay with their lives.
As she plummeted, one thought burned clear in her mind:
She had fallen in love with this man.
So deeply that she would risk everything for him.
……
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
Lu Chenyuan felt as if he’d been thrown into an ice cellar, every inch of his body screaming in pain.
He forced his eyes open to a blinding white expanse.
He lay in a snowdrift.
During his fall, he’d been lucky—a fallen pine tree had broken his descent, absorbing most of the impact.
Otherwise, he’d be dead.
He tried to move, but a searing pain shot through his left leg.
Looking down, he saw his calf twisted at an unnatural angle.
Broken.
Worse, he could feel something sticky.
Bleeding? His thick ski suit kept the blood from seeping out, but the injury was severe.
Lu Chenyuan knew he had to act fast.
In subzero temperatures, blood loss and hypothermia would kill him quickly.
The only silver lining? Aside from his leg, the rest of his body seemed intact.
Gritting his teeth, he tore off his scarf and tied it tightly around his thigh as a makeshift tourniquet.
Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a steep ravine.
His phone, damaged in the crash, wouldn’t turn on.
Shouting aimlessly would only waste energy.
He had to conserve his strength.
Looking up, he could just make out the outline of the platform’s railing far above.
Mo Qingli was safe.
That was enough.
He trusted she’d send help.
His job now was to survive.
To hold on until rescue came.
Using his hands, he dug into the snow, carving out a crude shelter to block the wind.
Back when he’d worked in rural poverty alleviation, an old hunter had taught him survival skills. Who knew they’d save his life today?
As his consciousness began to fade, a sound cut through the silence—the sharp scrape of skis against snow.
Growing louder.
Lu Chenyuan lifted his head weakly.
A figure in blue descended the slope with expert precision, cutting through the blinding white like a beacon in the dark.
Mo Qingli.
She’d come for him herself.
This reckless woman!
His heart swelled with equal parts gratitude and fury.
In moments, she reached him.
At the sight of his leg, her face paled.
But she didn’t cry. Didn’t panic.
Instead, she knelt in the snow, her trembling hand gently cupping his face.
"You’re alive," she whispered, her voice raw with relief.
"Hard to kill," he managed a weak smile. "But you—what were you thinking? Trying to get yourself killed?"
Mo Qingli met his gaze and suddenly grinned. "I’m Mo Qingli. A slope like this? Not nearly enough to take me down."
The lie stung him more than his injuries.
After a pause, he thought silently, You fool.
Soon, both regained their composure.
"Don’t worry. Help’s on the way," Mo Qingli assured him.
She sat beside Lu Chenyuan, careful not to jostle his injuries, and used her phone’s satellite function to send Lin Yuan their coordinates.
Before long, the roar of an engine echoed from above.
A red-and-white rescue helicopter appeared above the valley.
Help had finally arrived.
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?"
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?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
