Burkina Faso, Africa, translates to "The Land of Righteous Gentlemen" in Huaxia.
Since being entrusted by Young Master Tang with an important mission and sent here, He Jin has been quite satisfied with his work.
The pay is good, the workload is light, and no one bothers him. Every day, he finishes work at 3 PM and enjoys his tea.
Until a few days ago, when he received some news.
The Tang family had suddenly started spending money to recruit experts from all over, and they were only interested in ancient martial arts masters.
This news hit him hard.
As the former head of the security team, he realized just how weak he was!
He wasn’t even a practitioner of ancient martial arts! How could he possibly protect Young Master Tang?
Determined to improve himself, he began rigorous training every day.
One hundred push-ups!
One hundred sit-ups!
One hundred squats, followed by a ten-kilometer run!
Today, just as he returned from his training, a subordinate came running to him with a package.
"Boss He, there’s a package for you. It’s from Young Master Tang."
"From Young Master Tang?"
He Jin immediately perked up and carefully took the package, opening it with great care.
Inside was an exquisite rosewood box. When he opened it, he found an ancient-looking book.
"《Dragon Elephant Technique》?"
He flipped through a few pages, and tears began to stream down his face.
Young Master Tang must have been keeping an eye on him.
Knowing that he was training hard, Young Master Tang had gone out of his way to obtain this ancient martial arts manual for him!
As a martial artist, he knew just how precious this manual was—something money couldn’t buy!
Moreover, the 《Dragon Elephant Technique》 didn’t demand exceptionally high innate talent.
As long as one was willing to endure hardship, one could eventually become a practitioner of ancient martial arts!
"Young Master Tang’s kindness is something I can only repay with my life," He Jin choked out, wiping away his tears. He then turned to his subordinates and roared,
"Starting tomorrow, go out and find me a hundred young people with martial arts potential. I’m going to train an elite force for Young Master Tang!"
……
He Family Private Hospital.
Ye Chen lay anxiously on the hospital bed, his mind filled with unease.
The Death Squad had approached their target and initiated the operation five hours ago.
But until now, he hadn’t received any news.
This left him deeply puzzled.
This was the Death Squad. Although the four members weren’t as strong as him, their combined techniques were formidable.
Even if they couldn’t win, they should have been able to retreat unscathed.
Yet, not a single one of them had contacted him.
With every passing second, his anxiety grew.
"Tang, I refuse to believe you have what it takes to capture the Death Squad," he muttered through clenched teeth.
But as his emotions surged, a sharp pain shot through the wound near his lower body.
He gasped and quickly forced himself to calm down.
The wound had already reopened once. If it happened again, it would be a serious problem.
After much deliberation, he decided to ask the nurse to call He Huiyin, hoping the He family could help him gather some information.
About fifteen minutes later, He Huiyin walked in, holding a bag.
She looked at Ye Chen and spoke in a soft, clear voice,
"Mr. Ye, you wanted to see me?"
"Miss He, I need your help to investigate something. I’ve lost contact with four of my men…"
Ye Chen forced a bitter smile and was about to explain when a man’s voice came from outside the door.
"No need to look. They’re already in prison."
A handsome young man with a hint of roguishness walked in.
He entered with an amused expression, his eyes lingering on Ye Chen with a touch of mockery.
The mighty Dragon King, forced to flee bare-assed?
How laughable!
Seeing the young man, Ye Chen’s expression changed.
Frowning, he asked, "Junior Brother, weren’t you on a mission in France? When did you get here?"
"I arrived today," Lu Junzhuo replied with a smile. "The news about the Death Squad reached Master, and he sent me to assist you."
Ye Chen’s heart sank.
Had the Death Squad really been captured?
Even worse, the old man had sent Lu Junzhuo? What did that mean?
His face shifted through a range of emotions, his thoughts a tangled mess.
"Master said you should focus on recovering. Once you’re better, head to Yanjing. I’ll handle things in Su Hang," Lu Junzhuo said with a smirk, his eyes filled with disdain.
Hearing this confirmation, Ye Chen’s face paled.
What was the old man thinking?
He scrutinized Lu Junzhuo for a moment, then his pupils contracted. "You’ve broken through?"
Lu Junzhuo gave a devilish smile and nodded.
He had now reached the peak of the Mystic Realm!
Just one step away from the Earth-level Realm!
Meanwhile, Ye Chen was still stuck at the mid-level Mystic Realm.
A failure like Ye Chen, who was weaker than him, surely didn’t deserve to remain the Dragon King.
That’s why Master had sent him—this was a golden opportunity to prove himself.
The position of Dragon King was his for the taking!
Ye Chen’s face darkened, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
So, Lu Junzhuo, you want to steal my position as Dragon King?
Just wait until I break through. Then you’re dead!
"Senior Brother, take your time recovering. I’ll take my leave now," Lu Junzhuo said with a smile before exiting the room.
He Huiyin bid her farewell and followed Lu Junzhuo out.
"So, you’ll be taking charge of Su Hang from now on?" He Huiyin asked as they walked.
"That’s right," Lu Junzhuo replied, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
As fellow disciples, they both had a knack for devilish smiles.
The difference was that Ye Chen’s smile tilted to the left, while Lu Junzhuo’s tilted to the right.
"That won’t be easy," He Huiyin said, shaking her head slightly.
Turning a losing game around was no simple task. The Dragon Morning Group’s current situation could only be described as dire.
The He family wouldn’t get involved. There was no need to invite trouble.
"What Ye Chen can do, I can do. What Ye Chen can’t do, I, Lu Junzhuo, can!"
Lu Junzhuo declared proudly, touching the dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging from his chest.
He had stumbled upon this jade when he was seven.
Once, when he had a nosebleed, a drop of blood accidentally fell on it.
That activated the jade, granting him an ancient martial arts inheritance!
Based on his judgment, the person who left this inheritance must have been a legendary Heaven Realm master!
That’s why he was absolutely confident that he would one day reach that realm.
The position of Dragon King was his for the taking!
Now that he was in Su Hang, he would turn this losing game around where Ye Chen had failed!
Everything Ye Chen coveted—his possessions, his women—Lu Junzhuo would take it all!
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
