Another ancestor quickly nodded in agreement, his eyes full of awe. "Indeed! To be able to heal Mengyao's origin damage so effortlessly, his current cultivation realm is absolutely above all of ours!"
An ancestor sitting closest to the jade throne took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. He turned to the old man on the throne and asked respectfully, "Grand Ancestor, what do you think of this Holy Ancestor of the Heavenly Human Holy Land?"
The man addressed as "Grand Ancestor" slowly closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.
When he opened them again, only deep solemnity remained in his gaze.
He slowly spat out five words, which exploded like thunder throughout the Star Gazing Pavilion, causing all the other ancestors to freeze in place instantly. Their faces were filled with horror, and even their breathing stopped for a moment:
"I cannot see through him."
This man known as the "Grand Ancestor" was named Zhuge Dancheng.
He was one of the three genuine Immortal King experts whom the Zhuge, Xuanyuan, and Gongsun families of the Immortal Realm had specially sent down to the lower realm to protect their respective worldly branches in the Jiuxiao Realm, after much careful deliberation.
However, due to the suppression of the heavenly rules of the Jiuxiao Realm, his current cultivation was forcibly suppressed to the peak Half-Immortal state, unable to fully release the power of an Immortal King.
To allow Zhuge Dancheng to successfully descend to the lower realm, the Immortal Realm's Zhuge family had consumed a vast amount of resources and paid a hefty price.
But even so, they had to do it—recently, the Imperial Court faction had become increasingly arrogant, and they worried that the Court would completely eradicate the Zhuge family in the Jiuxiao Realm.
To protect their family foundations, the three families had no choice but to resort to this plan, each sending an Immortal King expert to oversee the lower realm.
If Zhuge Dancheng encountered an unmanageable crisis in the Jiuxiao Realm, at worst, he would forcibly break the suppression of the heavenly rules and release his full Immortal King power.
Even if the ultimate result was being rejected by the rules of the Jiuxiao Realm and forcibly deported back to the Immortal Realm, he had to protect himself.
Having existed for millions of years, the three families possessed profound foundations. They had long accumulated countless experiences regarding such cross-realm protection and rule suppression, and had already prepared foolproof strategies.
Given the current situation in the Immortal Realm, three Immortal Kings might not play a decisive role there.
Sending them to the lower realm not only protected their roots, but also allowed them to coordinate from both inside and outside if they ever needed to break the seal of the Immortal Path.
Zhuge Dancheng himself had previously tried to heal and nourish Xu Mengyao.
But due to the rule suppression of the Jiuxiao Realm, his Immortal King power could not be fully exerted, making it impossible to completely restore her origin damage.
Yet that Holy Ancestor of the Heavenly Human Holy Land had accomplished what even he, a suppressed Immortal King, could not do, with just a casual point of his finger and a strand of spiritual energy.
Furthermore, despite living for so long, possessing profound cultivation, and having astonishing insight, he simply could not see through Gu Changyuan's aura.
It was unfathomable, making it impossible for anyone to pry into his true depths.
At this moment, Zhuge Dancheng only had one thought in his mind: This person can only be befriended, and must absolutely not become an enemy!
Zhuge Dancheng looked at the group of ancestors below who were still in shock, and slowly spoke. His tone was solemn and firm, carrying unquestionable majesty:
"Remember, this person can only be befriended, never made an enemy."
Hearing the Grand Ancestor's solemn instruction, the group of ancestors below finally recovered from their extreme shock.
They all bowed in salute, their tones incomparably respectful and without the slightest objection:
"Yes! We strictly obey the Grand Ancestor's command!"
......
The fundamental reason why Gu Changyuan could heal Xu Mengyao so casually traced back to the very beginning when he founded his sect.
Back then, when he accepted those thirty founding disciples, the system, in addition to returning cultivation, had also gifted an extra heavy prize:
A wisp of origin mark corresponding to each disciple's personal Great Dao.
These Great Dao origins not only made his future cultivation smoother and more convenient, but also caused his comprehension to skyrocket, making his understanding of these Daos far surpass his peers.
And during those thousand years in the Ruins of Disorder, he cultivated these Daos one by one to their absolute peak.
It was a pinnacle comprehended from infinite deadly situations.
Every brush with death, every desperate survival, deepened his comprehension of a certain origin by another layer.
It was not just mastery or proficiency, but as natural as commanding his own arm, as natural as breathing.
Therefore, let alone just weakness caused by origin depletion, even if any of the other twenty-nine disciples were critically injured and on the verge of death, he could still heal them in an instant.
As long as they had a single breath left, Gu Changyuan only needed a single thought to bring them back to life and fully restore them.
After visiting Xu Mengyao, Zhuge Jinglong personally arranged accommodations for Gu Changyuan and his party.
Meanwhile, the Zhuge family also began to get busy.
Because the day after tomorrow was the celebratory banquet held for the Patriarch's eldest son, Zhuge Sijue, who had joyfully welcomed twins.
Invitations had long been sent out.
Families and factions on good terms with the Zhuge family would all send representatives.
Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the banquet.
The central square of the Zhuge family had completely changed its appearance.
The originally empty square was now filled with seats.
Rows of white jade tables, each about ten feet wide, were neatly arranged, with one table corresponding to one faction or family.
The tables were laden with spirit fruits, immortal wine, rare delicacies, and spirit tea, looking extraordinarily grand.
Above the square, flying ships broke through the air one after another.
Streaks of light from the flying ships tore across the sky, appearing in succession above the Zhuge estate.
The leaders of various major families and factions slowly descended with their disciples, cupping their hands in greeting and exchanging pleasantries with Zhuge Jinglong, Zhuge Sijue, and the clan elders who were welcoming guests at the entrance. The scene was incredibly bustling.
Right at this moment—
Boom!!
An arrogant and robust aura violently exploded above the Zhuge estate, its oppressive might sweeping across the entire venue, as if declaring its presence.
Before the figure was fully revealed, a somewhat impatient shout rang out from the direction of the Star Gazing Pavilion, directly tearing apart the imposing aura:
"Old man, what are you showing off for in front of the juniors? At your age, can't you be a bit more steady?"
At the same time, a burst of power directly dissolved that domineering aura into nothingness.
Then, Zhuge Dancheng led the group of Zhuge family ancestors stepping through the air, their robes fluttering, their presence deep and heavy.
The figure in the sky slowly materialized.
He wore a purple robe with gold patterns and had a majestic countenance. His hair and beard glowed with a faint golden light, and an immortal charm faintly surrounded him, exuding a domineering aura.
It was none other than the Immortal King from the Gongsun Immortal Family who had descended to the lower realm—Gongsun Xiangming.
Gongsun Xiangming looked at Zhuge Dancheng with a face full of displeasure:
"Could you not always interrupt me? This is called establishing dominance, do you understand?"
"What's there to establish? They are all just juniors, and you're still pulling this kind of stunt. Don't you find it embarrassing?"
A voice boomed in the sky, and another robust aura appeared above the Zhuge estate.
It was a lean old man with a refined and scholarly face, sporting three long strands of beard, surrounded by a faint righteous aura.
The Immortal King from the Xuanyuan Immortal Family who had descended to the lower realm—Xuanyuan Feiyue.
The Xuanyuan, Gongsun, and Dugu families had originally come together. It was just that as they approached the Zhuge family, Gongsun Xiangming deliberately sped up, wanting to make a "domineering entrance," only to have his thunder stolen by Zhuge Dancheng right as he started.

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."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”