After hearing their conversation, Little Yu asked, "With the Great Ascension cultivators present, how do we get past them?"
Little Yu pondered whether sneaking past might work.
"Just go straight through. I'm also at the Great Ascension stage," Jiang Ningshu said with a chuckle. She was just a step away from her final breakthrough and had nothing to fear.
"Yeah, just walk right through. I doubt they can stop us," Su Luo remarked in her usual lazy tone—though she wasn’t joking.
"Ah, has Su Luo gotten stronger again?" Little Yu suddenly felt she hadn’t been working hard enough.
"Not too bad," Su Luo replied with a hint of pride before brushing it off.
"Seems like you're almost catching up to me. But once my strength fully recovers, I’ll be even stronger," Jiang Ningshu said.
"That’s true. You’re so powerful—I’ll have to rely on you to protect me in the future."
"No problem at all."
Though there was some jest in their words, Jiang Ningshu took it somewhat seriously. She didn’t believe Su Luo could surpass her at full strength.
But she was mistaken. Su Luo was already strong enough.
Not that it was their fault.
Su Luo hadn’t displayed her full power in a long time. They knew she was growing stronger, but they likely never imagined just how fast.
Meanwhile, the discussion in the tavern continued.
"Ah, in the end, it all comes down to not being strong enough. If I were at the Great Ascension stage, would I still be here drinking and chatting with you?"
Even if it meant clashing with Di Haoran, they had to go—after all, it was an immortal’s legacy!
"Actually, there might be a way."
"What?"
"You’ll find out soon enough," the man said mysteriously—before quickly caving under the pressure of the crowd.
"Alright, alright, I’ll talk!"
"Spit it out already!"
After taking a sip of wine, he finally explained, "Recently, the major sects are planning to form a team to retrieve the immortal’s legacy from the Wildlands."
"What does that have to do with us?"
Their team wouldn’t include random people like them.
"Since it’s an immortal’s legacy, no one knows what kind of person the immortal would favor. More people mean more chances of someone receiving the inheritance."
"But aren’t they blocking us from going now?"
"How would you even get there on your own? You’d die before reaching the place. But if you join that team, you’ll have strong escorts."
"Would they even let us join?"
"That’s the good news—they’ll assess people along the way and take those with potential. So we still have a shot."
"Really? That’s amazing!"
Just then, someone entered holding a notice.
"Exactly! Di Haoran has announced that anyone who wants to try for the immortal’s legacy should register at the North Heavenly Gate."
The notice detailed an organized expedition to the immortal’s legacy, with limited spots available.
"Seriously? That’s great!"
"Don’t celebrate too soon. The selection will be tough."
"But at least there’s hope."
With this news, even more people would flood into the North Heavenly Gate—though it was already crowded enough.
All to compete for a spot.
Su Luo and the others merely listened, unaffected.
After finishing their drinks, they wandered around leisurely, as if on vacation.
Because they were.
Such was the freedom of strength.
If this were the Su Luo from the original plot, she’d have to take a long detour, sneaking through the farthest edges of the North Heavenly Gate—back when Di Haoran hadn’t arrived yet.
What a hassle.
......
A little earlier...
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan had already returned to the Seven Stars Sword Sect. Upon hearing of the North End Demon Lord’s death, he sighed.
He remembered how shocked he was upon learning the North End Demon Lord was a spy—never expecting such an end.
But before he could dwell on it, news of the immortal’s legacy spread.
Naturally, he couldn’t pass up such an opportunity.
However, the sect master deemed it too dangerous—venturing into non-human territory meant they might die before even seeing the legacy.
With Lin Xuan being such a promising disciple, the sect master refused to let him go, even confining him.
But Lin Xuan wouldn’t give up. He began scheming—what if they gathered a large group?
With enough strong cultivators, success was more likely.
Besides, securing an immortal’s legacy would benefit humanity, especially with the recent anomalies among demonic beasts hinting at their growing power.
It was necessary.
Eventually, the sect master relented.
Thus, the alliance was formed again—though numbers were limited. Of course, the more experts, the better.
Soon, Lin Xuan’s group journeyed north, their ranks swelling.
Major sects like Tian Guang and Yun Yan lent their support, each sending a Great Ascension expert for protection.
The team grew stronger by the day, and confidence surged.
But truthfully, they were still outmatched—this was the Wildlands, after all.
The weakest in the group were two Golden Core cultivators, only included due to their exceptional talent.
Normally, only those at Nascent Soul or above were allowed—this was no place for dead weight.
In human territory, even Foundation Establishment cultivators might get a chance.
After all, who knew what criteria the immortal’s legacy would judge by?
......
Back in North Heavenly Gate City...
News of the expedition to the Wildlands spread like wildfire.
More and more people arrived, hoping to secure a spot—though most were just spectators.
How many Nascent Soul experts could there be?
No one dared cause trouble, though—Di Haoran himself oversaw the selection.
No one would dare defy him.
The criteria were simple:
First, talent—the younger and stronger, the better.
Second, cultivation—if one was powerful enough, they’d be taken.
Those willing to join as escorts could also come—though they wouldn’t enter the legacy’s secret realm.
Someone had to guard the outside.
The selection process was in full swing.
"Young lady, you’re here for the Wildlands expedition, right? I’ve got something that’ll guarantee you a spot."
"No need, thanks."
Little Yu walked away—she was just passing by and didn’t need a spot.
"I’m serious! With your talent and my treasure, you’ll definitely get in. All it takes is—... Ugh, another failed scam. But someone’ll bite."
Disappointed, the man turned—only to bump into Di Haoran.
"Ah! N-no, I wasn’t scamming anyone!" he stammered.
Di Haoran ignored him, watching Little Yu’s retreating figure with a sense of familiarity.
A demonic cultivator? Or just a mistaken impression? He wasn’t sure.
But her talent was undeniable. If she applied, she’d pass.
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?!
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...
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!
