Since this exchange conference was of a grand scale, it was expected to last for quite some time.
Some sects had already arrived at the Seven Stars Sword Sect ahead of schedule, engaging in friendly exchanges.
First among them was the Misty Cloud Sect, a unique sect composed entirely of women.
As such, they were highly popular within the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
Many male disciples yearned to join this sect, but unfortunately, they did not accept men.
Moreover, their status spoke for itself—despite being an all-female sect, the Misty Cloud Sect was far from weak.
Leading them was the senior disciple, Yao Hanmei, whose cultivation had reached the early Golden Core stage.
At the moment, she was organizing her sect's disciples to sell goods within the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
Naturally, they were selling skincare and beauty products, which were renowned throughout the cultivation world for their effectiveness.
In no time, most of the female disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect flocked to see the commotion, only to be "slaughtered" by the high prices.
The male disciples were no exception—even if they didn't use the products themselves, they could gift them to others, and thus, they too were "slaughtered."
"Big sale! Purple Mist Tears for only 198 spirit stones! It will make your skin smoother than ever!"
"This one suits you so well! Only 588 spirit stones—such a bargain!"
"Look at how beautiful you are, sister! I'll give you a special discount, just for you. Don't hesitate!"
Watching the crowd scramble to buy, Yao Hanmei couldn't help but flash a triumphant smile. She was making a killing.
Originally, Su Luo had no intention of joining the fray, but Little Yu was curious and had little exposure to disciples from other sects, so she wanted to take a look.
Seeing so many skincare and beauty products, Little Yu was amazed. She had never used such things before.
"Wow, these seem really impressive," Little Yu exclaimed, watching the disciples eagerly purchasing the products, which suggested they were highly effective.
Su Luo, however, was unimpressed. "Just look around casually. No need to buy anything—they're overpriced."
The Misty Cloud Sect couldn't let such remarks slide. Yao Hanmei approached with a sweet smile and said, "Brother, you're mistaken. These are genuine, high-quality products. I'm only making a modest profit."
Yao Hanmei even threw a flirtatious glance at Su Luo, though inwardly she was plotting to make him pay dearly later.
Su Luo had almost forgotten that he was somewhat handsome.
But Su Luo wasn't one to be easily swayed.
"Forgive my bluntness, but your Misty Cloud Sect has nothing good below 50 spirit stones."
Hearing this, the crowd erupted.
"You can't just say that! This product in my hand is only 32 spirit stones—gentle formula, smooth texture!"
"Let me show you what a real bargain is! 27 spirit stones, originally 99! Consider it a gesture of friendship!"
"My Purple Mist Tears are only 49 spirit stones!"
"Wait, wasn't that 198 just now?"
"I can't let this slide. Even if I take a loss, I'll prove that our Misty Cloud Sect has plenty of good products!"
In no time, the Misty Cloud Sect disciples began pulling out products priced below 50 spirit stones.
Su Luo, however, remained unmoved, scoffing at their efforts.
"Pfft. From now on, remember this: the Misty Cloud Sect has nothing good below 50 spirit stones."
It was just a basic baiting tactic, though Su Luo himself had fallen for it in the past, back in the real world.
At first, Yao Hanmei thought nothing of it. If Su Luo wasn't convinced, she'd just keep presenting products until he was.
But gradually, things took a turn for the worse. She was practically selling at a loss, and those who had already bought the products began to feel cheated.
Why did they pay 198 spirit stones when the price suddenly dropped to 49?
Chaos ensued.
Su Luo shrugged it off. "Not my problem. Bye!"
Yao Hanmei wasn't about to let Su Luo get away so easily.
She hatched a plan and turned to Little Yu. "Little sister, you have exceptional talent. How about joining our sect? Not only will you have access to all these skincare products, but we also offer abundant cultivation resources. Our sect is particularly suited for female cultivators..."
Yao Hanmei was no stranger to poaching disciples from other sects.
This was a hallmark of the Misty Cloud Sect—they loved recruiting female disciples from other sects.
With their strength, they could afford to be bold, and their sect truly was ideal for female cultivation.
Unfortunately, Little Yu merely nodded politely, expressing her apologies, before following Su Luo.
Yao Hanmei was left standing there, utterly bewildered.
"Damn it, I'll remember you," she muttered.
After leaving, Su Luo suddenly thought it might not be a bad idea to let Little Yu try some skincare products, satisfying her curiosity.
So, he gathered some materials and began crafting them on the spot.
Su Luo had some knowledge in this area and quickly finished the product.
When he handed it to Little Yu, she treated it like a treasure, reluctant to use it.
This amused Su Luo, who snatched it back and applied it to Little Yu's face himself.
Instantly, Little Yu's appearance was enhanced, as if she had activated a beauty filter.
It looked a bit ridiculous, but it was a novel experience.
Seeing this, both Su Luo and Little Yu burst into laughter.
......
The Radiant Heaven Sect had also been around for some time.
Their strongest disciple, the bald senior brother Ding Guanghua, was obsessed with challenging the Pure Martial Tower and had already reached the 90th floor.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't progress further.
If only he could use spiritual energy, things would go much more smoothly, and he was confident he could break through to the top. But alas, it wasn't allowed.
Once again, he failed the challenge and exited the Pure Martial Tower, gazing at the slogans above.
"This is not my end, but my beginning."
"Su Luo is the strongest."
These two slogans were said to have been left by those who had reached the top.
Even someone as proud as Ding Guanghua couldn't help but admire those who had achieved such a feat.
"It seems this won't be boring, especially with Su Luo claiming to be the strongest. I must meet him," Ding Guanghua thought, growing more excited as he returned to challenge the Pure Martial Tower once more.
......
Meanwhile, the Lunar Star Sect had clashed with disciples from the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
Lin Xuan stepped forward. "Is this all the tolerance you have? Picking fights and then bullying us?"
"Who's picking fights? You're the ones who provoked us first," the Lunar Star Sect disciples replied with a smirk, clearly up to no good.
Unfortunately for them, they had kicked an iron plate.
Once again, Lin Xuan delivered a satisfying face-slapping moment.
This was just a minor skirmish, as the Lunar Star Sect's top experts hadn't yet made an appearance.
But even this small incident ensured that the Lunar Star Sect would remember Lin Xuan, planning to humiliate him thoroughly during the exchange conference.
They had already intended to use every means to disgrace the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
The remaining sects continued to arrive, and while they were somewhat restrained, minor conflicts with other sects were inevitable.
Each sect was engaging in "friendly exchanges" in their own way.
As the exchange conference approached, these tensions only grew more intense.
The higher-ups had no intention of intervening—after all, what's an exchange without a little spark?
However, the Seven Stars Sword Sect was currently showing signs of weakness.
Some of the sect's elders lamented that each generation seemed worse than the last.
In the era of Nangong Xiyun, no other sect would have dared to act so arrogantly. They wouldn't have even dared to breathe loudly.
But alas, those days were gone.
Now, all the major sects had arrived, preparations were complete, and the sect exchange conference officially began.
The conference was divided into three main segments.
The first segment: classic one-on-one duels.
The second segment: a battle royale-style multi-person competition.
The third segment: cooperation and joint efforts to take down the Heavenly Demon Sect.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.