???
What? Last night, a Nightmare Sacrificial Array was activated nearby?
What? Almost all the sects that came to Jianghai were wiped out?
What? The Black Tortoise Gate was destroyed? The Chosen One died?
What? The fake Ye actually has this kind of power?
What? You successfully infiltrated the righteous side?
Leng Qingqiu's mind was spinning. What’s going on?
Why does it feel like the pressure on my shoulders has suddenly lessened?
What’s happening here?
Last night, wasn’t I busy doing this and that with Gu Yan?
How did a bunch of things just end out of nowhere?
At that moment.
Far away in a hospital bed in Jianghai, Shangguan Miaoyin, who was pretending to be injured, suddenly thought of something and sent another message to Leng Qingqiu.
[By the way, master, Gu Yan is injured and lying in bed at the Gu Family home!]
If it were before, Shangguan Miaoyin would’ve definitely sneered a few times.
But she had already learned her lesson. She had been scolded by her master for mocking Gu Yan in front of him.
So now, she only sneers in her heart.
After all, he’s just a pawn on the surface. Even if Gu Yan is injured, her master probably wouldn’t react too much, right?
[Got it, good job]
Hearing her master’s voice in her mind, Shangguan Miaoyin smiled even more happily.
Hehehe~! The master definitely loves me!
But unlike what Shangguan Miaoyin expected.
After cutting off the contact, Leng Qingqiu was visibly panicking.
“Gu Yan is injured?”
“What should I do? Should I go see him? But how do I explain how I know he’s injured?”
“Damn fake organization... couldn’t they just deal with those sects? Why involve innocent people?”
“What should I do... no... Leng Qingqiu, I think I need to go to the Gu Family!”
“Gu Yan, why do you have to get involved in such things? Did those damn sects force him? Truly evil people!”
Listening, the other Leng Qingqiu thought of something and spoke, her tone a bit unnatural.
[...This is actually a good idea.]
[Since the furnace-holder is injured, we should show some concern.]
[Bring your sister along, let her support you, so it doesn’t seem suspicious.]
Hearing the other Leng Qingqiu support her idea, Leng Qingqiu’s desire to visit Gu Yan grew stronger.
Moreover, today was Saturday, and Leng Ling’er had the day off.
After careful consideration, she nodded, “Alright, I’ll listen to you!”
A few minutes later.
Downstairs.
Although the person in front had the appearance of her sister, Leng Ling’er’s expression was filled with tension and fear.
Because... that presence from last night had appeared again.
She nervously looked at the Leng Qingqiu in front of her and hesitantly asked, “Sis... Are you really my sister?”
?
Leng Qingqiu had been thinking about how to explain herself when she was caught off guard by her sister’s question.
She frowned and coldly scolded, “Ling’er! There’s no time for jokes!”
“Your brother-in-law is injured and lying at home. You and I are going to the Gu Family to check on him!”
“Stop overthinking and stop fantasizing because of those trashy books you read!”
Sss! The familiar older sister vibe! And the familiar title!
It’s really my sister!
Leng Ling’er was almost moved to tears. Yay! My sister is back!
Of course, what puzzled her was that Gu Yan had been fine last night. How did he get injured today?
What happened? Was it because he was too weak?
But it’s good that my sister is taking the initiative to visit him. It’s an opportunity to improve their relationship!
So she quickly nodded, “Sure, sure! I actually have a friend who lives in the same villa district as Gu Yan.”
“I’ll call her to take us there!”
...
...
At the Gu Family home.
In a large bedroom.
Gu Yan, wrapped like a mummy, lay on the bed.
Around the bed were professional martial artist medical personnel.
Gu Yan’s mother, Su Murong, held his hand, her eyes red, her voice choked with emotion. “Sniffle, sniffle! My dear Gu Yan, how did you get injured like this?”
“Gu Tianming! It’s all your fault! You dragged our son into the world of martial artists!”
“I told you, all I want is for our son to live a peaceful life as a normal person!”
“Sniffle, sniffle! What are we going to do now? My dear son... my sweet Gu Yan!”
Gu Tianming, standing nearby, felt deep distress seeing Gu Yan, who nearly didn’t make it, and clenched his fists, his face dark.
Ye...
I didn’t plan to get involved, but now that Gu Yan is dragged into this, then...
Gu Yan himself knew he was overacting a bit.
He coughed lightly and spoke weakly, “Dad... Mom... I’m fine.”
“I’m just worried about Leng Qingqiu not knowing about my condition. Can you let her know that I’m a bit unwell recently?”
Hearing this, despite Su Murong’s dissatisfaction with her daughter-in-law being blind, she still nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry, Gu Yan. I’ll let her know.”
“But you mustn’t take such risks in the future. You scared your mother to death!”
Gu Yan pretended to be weak and replied, “Okay...”
*click*
Gu Tianming and Su Murong left, leaving only the professional martial artist nurses behind.
Once outside.
Su Murong’s face turned as cold as ice, and a murderous intent escaped her lips. “I need to go back to the Su Family.”
Gu Tianming fell silent for a moment but eventually nodded in agreement. “After Gu Yan recovers, I’ll go with you.”
At this, Su Murong’s expression softened a bit, and her eyes reddened again. Leaning on Gu Tianning, she sobbed, “My poor Gu Yan...”
On the other side.
In the Tianhu Cave Villa District where the Gu Family resided.
Three figures walked along the path.
Yan Qingqing, the young lady of the Yan Family with a masochistic tendency, stared in surprise at the closed-eyed cold beauty supported by Leng Ling’er.
Her eyes sparkled.
Wow! What a beautiful sister! Such long eyelashes! So fair-skinned!
Wait... could this be Leng Qingqiu?!
Leng Ling’er seemed to notice Yan Qingqing’s gaze and proudly raised her chin. “What are you looking at? Yes! That’s my older sister!”
“The rumored genius of the world... my brother-in-law’s good wife... Leng... Qing... Ow!”
Before she could finish, she was interrupted by a punch from Leng Qingqiu.
Leng Qingqiu inhaled softly, her cold yet elegant and pleasant demeanor exuding a sense of grace. Her cool voice floated from her lips. “Miss Yan, thank you for bringing us in.”
“My sister is a bit reckless; I hope you don’t take it to heart.”
Hearing Leng Qingqiu’s voice, Yan Qingqing was stunned.
So... so beautiful!
Her face immediately flushed with red embarrassment. “Uh, uh... no problem, I just haven’t seen Gu Yan in a while, so it’s nice to visit him together!”
Upon hearing this.
???
Leng Qingqiu suddenly became alert.
Leng Ling’er also suddenly became alert.
Why are you blushing?!
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...
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.”
