"Uncle, was there a portrait hanging on that wall before?" Little Wei couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Yes, it was a portrait of someone very important. You should know about it—that painting is quite old. I must have put it away last time I was here. I'll find it later." Helian Chi had always been forgetful, so he didn't pay much attention to the matter.
"Oh, then it must be quite valuable." Little Wei didn't dwell on it either.
What intrigued her most was whether the person in that portrait was the same as the one outside.
Gu Wei...
If it really was what she suspected, she might have been transported into the world of her most legendary past life.
Si had mentioned it to her before, but Little Wei never imagined she'd actually travel to her past life's world.
"Uncle, who founded the Qingdao Sect?" Little Wei asked casually.
"It was the Divine Lord of our Canglan Realm. Though he never ascended to the Canglan Divine Realm, to the people of Canglan Continent, he was a god worthy of everyone's respect." When Helian Chi spoke of him, his eyes filled with admiration.
"What was his name? Is he the one in the portrait outside?" Little Wei pressed.
"Yes. Nowadays, apart from the Divine Lord's cenotaph, only my study holds a portrait of him." Mentioning this, Helian Chi couldn't hide a hint of pride.
"Uncle, do you have any books about his deeds?" Little Wei asked.
Before she left, Helian Chi handed her a book.
The book looked to be only about twenty pages long. Her fingers brushed over the thin pages.
In the end, no matter how great a person was, they'd return to dust, leaving behind only a few sparse words for posterity.
When Little Wei returned to Zhong Lingfeng, she was still clutching the book, her brows slightly furrowed with worry. She handed the elixir and marrow-cleansing fruit to Duan Lingyun.
"Alright, take these together. Remember to go to the hot spring—I'll guard you outside. Call me if you feel unwell."
As she spoke, Little Wei glanced out the window. It was already dusk, and the distant horizon looked exceptionally beautiful.
There was still time to finish reading the book in her hands.
"Thank you, Master." Duan Lingyun pressed her lips together, deeply moved.
These two items looked incredibly precious. Her master must have gone through great effort to obtain them from the sect leader.
From now on, she would make sure to treat her master especially well.
"It's nothing serious. Hurry up—if you’re quick, you might still get a good night's sleep." Little Wei truly wished she could sleep well every night in this world.
Kidney deficiency was such a pain.
Just thinking about it made her want to sob.
Duan Lingyun quickly followed her master out, soon arriving at the hot spring she had visited before. She opened the door and stepped inside, turning back to see her master sitting on the jade steps, flipping through the book.
Who knew her master was such a diligent learner?
Duan Lingyun closed the door behind her and swallowed the marrow-cleansing fruit and the spirit vein pill. The mix of the pill and fruit was sour with a hint of sweetness.
Such precious things—how could she ever repay her master?
Little Wei, unaware of Duan Lingyun's thoughts, was busy cramming knowledge. The words in the book weren’t hard to decipher.
Gu Wei—a member of the Gu family in the capital 1,500 years ago. Back then, the world was fractured, without the two great empires of today. At a young age, Gu Wei reached the Foundation Establishment stage earlier than most.
During that era, ancient ruins opened across the land, gathering heroes from all corners. As a lightning-attributed Heavenly Spirit Root, Gu Wei had an overwhelming advantage, further bolstered by his family’s resources. In just five or six years, his name spread across Canglan Continent.
By the time he reached adulthood, he had already become a Golden Core cultivator—a feat so extraordinary in an age of scarce spiritual energy that it invited envy from both heaven and men.
What followed was Gu Wei’s glorious history, but Little Wei wasn’t particularly interested. She flipped ahead until she reached the part before his ascension—when a calamity befell Canglan Realm. A massive rift tore open in the clear sky.
Little Wei’s hand trembled.
The story ended with Gu Wei using his body and half-step divine soul to mend the gap in the sky.
Her hand shook again.
Anyone watching might’ve thought she was having a seizure.
Now she understood why she was so unlucky.
If her past life had used his body and soul to seal that rift, then even reincarnating must have been a struggle. As for living a prosperous life? That was nothing but a pipe dream.
"Host." Si’s cool, gentle voice rang out, laced with concern.
She had worried that Little Wei might be distressed after learning this.
Truthfully, she had debated whether to let Little Wei know, but since it concerned her directly, she didn’t alter the book’s contents when Helian Chi handed it over.
"Si, I was so freaking badass!" Little Wei exclaimed.
"Eh?" Si was taken aback—this wasn’t the reaction she expected.
"Damn, what a shame I can’t brag about this to anyone. I was seriously amazing—a literal savior in my past life. So cool!" Little Wei’s eyes sparkled.
She had never been this awesome in her current life.
But knowing her past life was this legendary? She could die happy.
Si: "…"
She rubbed her face, utterly dumbfounded.
"Act normal," Si said, torn between exasperation and amusement.
All that worry for nothing.
Then again, with Little Wei’s personality, she was never the type to wallow in melancholy.
"How am I not normal?" Little Wei huffed.
She was just thrilled—any normal person would think this was incredible, right?
Sure, her current life was a bit unlucky, but at least she was still human. And hey, don’t look down on her brick-carrying job—she made six or seven thousand a month!
It was just hard work, that’s all.
"You’re really not upset?" Si asked.
"Why would I be? Besides, protecting an entire world like that… I must’ve really loved it back then. And the people of Qingdao Sect are all decent folks. Just for that, I think my past self’s sacrifice was worth it."
That said, the current her definitely didn’t have that kind of courage.
So Little Wei could only admire her past self.
Absolute legend.
"Still…" Little Wei frowned. "There’s no mention of my wife here. Did we not get married?"
"You really didn’t," Si confirmed.
Back then, the world was in chaos, and everyone was fighting for survival. Who had the luxury to hold a wedding?
"I don’t even know her name." Little Wei sighed.
Ugh, I guess I wasn’t worthy.
Wait—the library must have historical records. Maybe she could check there when she had time.
But after 1,500 years, it was unlikely any traces remained.
As if sensing her thoughts, Si said, "Don’t bother digging through archives. There’s no record of her."
At most, she was just a wealthy young lady—hardly the type to leave a mark in history.
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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?"
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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.”
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?"
