The spirit crane dragged its injured body.
It landed on the peak of Jade Mountain.
Chen Feng looked at the spirit crane in astonishment.
Its originally slender and petite body was now a hundred times larger.
But its feathers were charred black all over, and it was standing on only one leg.
The other leg was visibly twisted and deformed, exposing jagged white bones and constantly dripping blood.
Using its single leg, the spirit crane gripped the severed half of the Qilin's body.
It said to Qianqian and Chen Feng:
"Quickly, climb onto my back!"
Gu Qianqian and Chen Feng did not dare to hesitate for a moment.
The spirit crane immediately flapped its wings, flying toward the direction of the Four Symbols Chasm.
At this moment, the old patriarch of the Gu clan, whose vitality and cultivation base had skyrocketed, watched the fleeing Chen Feng and Qilin.
He could not help but roar:
"Stop them!"
"The Qilin cannot leave, we must sacrifice it to the Flood Dragon!"
"And that Chen Feng, he must die today!"
The members of the Gu clan swarmed in pursuit of the spirit crane.
Heavily injured, the spirit crane's speed was severely limited.
Chen Feng looked at the pursuing Gu clan members.
His gaze suddenly locked onto the Gu clan patriarch.
"The patriarch of a clan, commanding the entire clan!"
"Then you, you old bastard, deserve to die the most!"
Chen Feng controlled the sword qi he had condensed earlier, abruptly waving his hand and pointing toward the sky.
The next moment, his arm slashed down sharply.
The sword qi that had shot straight into the clouds.
Suddenly reversed course and plummeted.
Multiplying its speed, it instantly broke the sound barrier.
The storm of sword qi transformed into a streak of light, piercing straight toward the old Gu clan patriarch.
Watching the storm of sword qi reach above his head in the blink of an eye.
The old Gu clan patriarch widened his eyes in horror.
His vitality points had just skyrocketed from nine thousand to ten thousand, only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Martial Venerable realm.
However, at this moment, there was no time left to wait for his breakthrough.
He hastily launched an attack to defend himself.
Hoping he could stall for a moment.
As long as his vitality continued to rise.
He would not only be able to block Chen Feng's attack.
But also counter-kill Chen Feng, keep the Qilin, and sacrifice it to the Flood Dragon.
He could even help the Flood Dragon slay that spirit crane.
But his wishful thinking was far too ideal.
The moment he made contact with Chen Feng's attack.
The old patriarch's heart sank.
His full-force strike managed to shatter only a few wisps of sword qi before losing all its momentum.
What followed was an ocean of sword qi that pierced right through his body.
"How could this be!"
"The Gu clan under my leadership is about to rise! We are about to rule the world!"
"I am about to lead the Gu clan to witness the dragon vein birthing a Flood Dragon!"
"Why must I die here in the end!"
"Why! Why..."
A split second before being shredded into a mist of blood by the sword qi.
The old patriarch's face was etched with absolute unwillingness.
His eyes were filled with despair.
After painstakingly plotting up to this point, he was only one final step away.
In the end, however, he would not live to see it.
He would not see the flood snake transform into a dragon, would not see the Gu clan rule the world, would not see the outside human race bowing in submission to him, and would not see himself personally leading the Gu clan to glory.
The things he desired most were right at his fingertips.
Yet worlds away.
At this moment, he could not even manage to die with his eyes open.
The storm of sword qi swept past.
Leaving behind only a faint mist of blood.
In the blink of an eye, even this faint mist of blood was scattered by the fierce wind.
"Patriarch!"
The crowd of Gu clan members roared.
They stopped their pursuit of the spirit crane to rush to their patriarch's aid.
The next moment, the vitality of nearly a thousand people broke through to the Martial Venerable cultivation realm.
Chen Feng's storm of sword qi, under the combined attacks of nearly a thousand Martial Venerables.
Collapsed upon impact!
Melted away instantly!
But the Gu clan members were still a step too late.
Seeing that the old patriarch was left without even a corpse.
The patriarch's descendants instantly erupted into furious roars.
"Chen Feng! I swear I will kill you today!"
"And the Spirit Crane, the Qilin, you all deserve to die!"
"And you, Qianqian, you traitor!"
"Let's attack together! We are now Martial Venerables; Chen Feng can no longer stop us."
The moment the storm of sword energy was shattered.
Chen Feng also suffered a backlash.
He violently coughed up several large mouthfuls of blood.
Qianqian said worriedly,
"Master, are you alright!"
"It's all my fault for implicating you, and implicating the Qilin too."
Chen Feng gently patted Qianqian's head.
"You did nothing wrong. What is wrong is this world, the selfishness of the human heart, and all the grievances from ancient times to the present."
Right at this moment, a mournful roar echoed, shaking the nine heavens.
Even Dugu Sword Demon, far away in Kunlun City, heard it clearly.
Under the bombardment of the ninth bolt of Purple Heavens Divine Lightning.
The newly grown scales of the Flood Serpent turned to ash inch by inch.
Its skin and flesh evaporated in an instant.
Having cultivated for so long.
This was the first time the Flood Serpent felt the aura of death.
The entire valley shook as if an earthquake had struck.
Boulders tumbled down.
The earth cracked open.
The Yin-attribute forest of cultivation steles also turned to ash at this moment.
"I have failed!"
"I am going to die!"
"I..."
Just as the Flood Serpent could hold on no longer and was about to give up resisting.
The Purple Heavens Divine Lightning abruptly stopped.
A dead silence fell over everything.
The Flood Serpent, its eerie white bones already exposed, lay in the valley that had been reduced to scorched earth.
After a long time, its body twitched slightly.
"I'm not dead!"
At this moment, the Flood Serpent not only felt that it was still alive.
It could even sense an inexplicable power within its body.
Excited, it immediately threw its head back and roared at the sky.
The sound was not loud.
But it was already the cry of a dragon!
The Flood Serpent knew that the most difficult first step had been passed.
The next step was to ask for a title.
At this time, it could not wait another moment.
It forcefully propped up its mangled and broken body.
By now, its eyes had already vanished in the lightning tribulation.
Even its eerie white skull was exposed.
Fortunately, it had not lost its sense of hearing.
It heard the voices of the people from the Ancient Clan.
It immediately slithered and coiled its way up toward the peak of Mount Yu.
The people of the Ancient Clan, who had originally been pursuing the Spirit Crane and Chen Feng.
Suddenly noticed a massive, snake-like skeleton looming behind them.
However, charred flesh and blood still hung from many parts of the skeleton.
They quickly realized what it was.
This was the Flood Serpent.
But upon seeing the Flood Serpent's appearance.
Everyone could not help but gasp in horror.
More than seventy percent of the flesh and blood on its body was gone.
Yet the Flood Serpent was actually still alive.
The sheer tenacity of its life force was simply unimaginable.
At this time, a hoarse voice, unable to conceal its excitement, came from the Flood Serpent's mouth.
"Do you see me as a dragon!"
"Or as a snake!"
In all its life, this was the first time the Flood Serpent was so nervous that its entire body trembled.
Actually, it didn't know if it was from nervousness or from being too severely injured.
It only knew.
For a Flood Serpent to transform into a dragon, surviving the tribulation was the hardest part.
But asking for a title was the most perilous.
Because its fate was entirely in the hands of others.
The weak and incompetent human race only needed a single sentence.
To help it soar through the nine heavens.
Or completely destroy its thousands of years of cultivation.
Though it was only a few breaths of time.
The Flood Serpent felt as if it had waited another thousand years.
At this moment, the people of the Ancient Clan could no longer bother with pursuing Chen Feng.
They all stared at the Flood Serpent in trembling fear.
Finally, an old man mustered his courage and said,
"Like a dragon!"
"You look like a dragon!"
The other members of the Ancient Clan also snapped back to reality.
They chimed in one after another,
"Like a dragon!"
...
The moment the first person said it looked like a dragon.
The Flood Serpent suddenly felt as though some kind of shackle on its body had been broken.
An intense wave of agonizing pain swept through its entire body.
This pain even surpassed the lightning tribulation from moments ago.
The giant serpent frantically thrashed its body.
Struggling!
Writhing!
Roaring!
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?"
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!
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
