Wei Guangming stared in shock at the figure behind Chen Feng.
“This person moves incredibly fast!”
“His footwork is definitely on par with mine.”
Chen Feng turned swiftly toward the sound as well.
Behind him stood a young man dressed in sportswear.
Judging by his appearance and height, he seemed several years younger than himself.
Yet the words he spoke were somewhat odd.
A bit too mature and imposing for someone his age.
Wei Guangming hadn’t expected that his battle with Chen Feng would be witnessed by anyone.
And of all people, it was a fellow Daxia native.
He didn’t want outsiders to know about their fight.
Since this young man had seen everything, there was no choice but to eliminate him.
In the next moment, Wei Guangming transformed into a blur. His soft sword flashed as he lunged directly at the short-statured youth.
*Swish!*
A sharp, brief scraping sound rang out.
Chen Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Wei Guangming’s sword was firmly gripped between the young man’s index and middle fingers.
“An expert!”
“This guy is definitely a master!”
Wei Guangming had personally blocked his soft sword before.
No one could clamp it down with just two fingers.
Since they were in Kunlun Mountain, the opponent’s vitality should be under a thousand.
At the same cultivation level, the fact that he could easily catch Wei Guangming’s sword spoke volumes about his strength.
Chen Feng had previously believed he could fight beyond his rank.
That he was unbeatable among equals.
Now he realized how arrogant that was.
First, there were core members of the Wei family, and now this mysterious young man appeared.
Truly, there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people.
Wei Guangming stared at the scene in disbelief.
He tried forcefully to pull out his soft sword.
But it didn’t budge an inch.
Zhang Bowen looked at Wei Guangming with a cheerful smile:
“No wonder this is the Sunflower Manual. The speed of your footwork and attacks is truly impressive.”
Wei Guangming had already been shaken enough today.
First, he couldn’t take down Chen Feng.
Now, this suddenly appeared young man had caught his soft sword barehanded.
He noticed a faint golden glow emanating from the youth’s fingers.
“Great Strength Vajra Finger!”
“Who are you?” Wei Guangming asked, puzzled.
In his memory, he had never heard of such a young master.
One who could even use the Great Strength Vajra Finger.
Zhang Bowen smiled slightly.
“Don’t be afraid when I tell you.”
“You should have heard of me—I’m Zhang Bowen.”
Zhang Bowen!
Wei Guangming’s pupils contracted sharply.
Chen Feng felt the name was somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall where he had heard it.
The next moment, Wei Guangming’s figure suddenly retreated violently.
Tens of thousands of embroidered needles shot out, aiming straight at Zhang Bowen.
Yet after a clash of metal and gold sounds,
Zhang Bowen remained unmoved.
His skin had turned a golden hue,
emitting a faint golden light.
“Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill!”
“Isn’t this the secret technique never shared outside the Ye family?”
“How does someone surnamed Zhang have it?”
Chen Feng was puzzled.
The Ye family’s Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill is well-known throughout Daxia.
Almost every martial arts competition at every level features the Ye family’s presence.
Their Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill is hailed as the best defense in the world.
Before Chen Feng could ponder further,
he saw Wei Guangming, after his strike, turn and flee.
His speed was astonishing,
even seeming somewhat panicked.
“That sissy, isn’t he way too arrogant?”
“Why’s he suddenly acting so timid now?”
Chen Feng thought to himself.
The next moment, a fierce wind swept past him.
The gust made Chen Feng stagger, nearly losing his balance.
“Where’s this huge wind coming from?”
Chen Feng sensed something was off.
At that moment, he noticed Zhang Bowen in front of him had vanished.
At the same time, Wei Guangming, who was a hundred meters away, suddenly felt a violent gust blowing from behind.
Without turning around, he swung his sword and thrust forward.
Clang!
The sound of metal breaking rang out.
A streak of light cut through his soft sword, snapping it in half.
Wei Guangming was shocked!
He turned his head to see Zhang Bowen smiling slyly, casually hooking his little finger.
The technique Zhang Bowen was using was the Six Vein Divine Sword—specifically, the Shao Chong Sword!
His current footwork was the complete version of the Wind God Leg.
Combined with the earlier Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill and the Mighty Vajra Finger.
Wei Guangming was now certain: this young man before him was none other than the Scourge of Great Xia.
The immortal Zhang Bowen, with a bounty reaching tens of billions!
His bounty was five times higher than the leader of the Tun Tian Club.
Wei Guangming dared not hesitate even for a moment.
His internal energy and blood surged outward wildly.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion followed.
Tens of thousands of embroidery needles emitted sharp sonic booms, shooting straight at the nearby Zhang Bowen.
Because of their incredible speed,
the needles instantly turned fiery red.
Before they could even reach their target, they exploded with a bang!
Taking advantage of this, Wei Guangming doubled his speed and instantly retreated.
Although his attack failed to harm Zhang Bowen,
it forced the latter to stagger back a few steps.
“Running fast, aren’t you?”
“No wonder you’re the core member chosen by the Wei family—so decisive in action.”
“The Sunflower Manual, that self-harming power-up technique, you used it just like that. Impressive!”
Seeing Wei Guangming disappear, Zhang Bowen no longer bothered to pursue.
Meanwhile, Wei Guangming’s blood energy and cultivation suddenly plummeted to the level of an Advanced Martial Artist.
His entire meridian system was heavily injured at this moment.
His maximum blood energy dropped to around four hundred.
Just now, he had used the Blood Explosion Technique from the Sunflower Manual.
This move allowed him to instantly double his power.
Usually, it was only used in desperate situations or life-and-death moments.
Because its side effects were severe.
It came at the cost of his own blood energy and cultivation.
Each use would halve his cultivation and severely damage his vital energy.
Even with the best treasures for recovery,
the lost blood energy had to be rebuilt through training.
From a distance, Chen Feng also saw Wei Guangming’s frantic escape.
He was secretly shocked.
Even from far away, he could feel the aftershock of that blood energy explosion.
It was clear how intense the fight had been.
Recalling Wei Guangming’s fear,
Chen Feng finally realized who Zhang Bowen really was.
The person with the highest bounty in Great Xia.
The immortal Zhang Bowen.
An ancient monster who had lived for centuries.
His strength had reached the Martial Saint realm.
He possessed more than a dozen top-tier martial arts techniques.
It was said that the disaster at Kunlun Mountain, where over 700,000 people died, was caused by this man.
Moreover, Zhang Bowen was the champion of the world’s top martial arts tournament two centuries ago.
Damn!
Chen Feng couldn’t understand how he had run into such a terrifying figure at Kunlun Mountain.
“Wasn’t it said that Kunlun Mountain limits blood energy to a thousand?”
“A dignified Martial Saint comes to Kunlun Mountain—does he just ignore his cultivation?”
He didn’t think much more about it.
Chen Feng spun around and took off running.
He had no intention of facing off against this ancient monster who had lived for centuries.
If even Wei Guangming could only escape, he was certain he wouldn’t fare any better.
After dashing two hundred meters, a voice suddenly echoed beside him.
“Your martial technique is quite unique.”
“I’ve studied all the inscriptions in the Kunlun Martial Arts Stele Forest, yet I’ve never seen anyone use the style you’re employing.”
“Tell me, where did you learn these techniques?”
Chen Feng’s hair stood on end.
He glanced to his left.
Zhang Bowen was curiously eyeing his legs.
At that moment, Chen Feng was using the Heavenly Remnant Kick to accelerate.
His speed had already surpassed that of an average martial artist.
But in front of Zhang Bowen’s Wind God Leg, it was nothing to write home about.
Zhang Bowen commented,
“Your technique seems to lean more towards offense rather than agility.”
Chen Feng didn’t respond with words.
Instead, he countered with a fusion of the Buddha’s Palm and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
Unfazed, Zhang Bowen calmly launched a palm strike of his own.
The Cloud-Pushing Palm!
A force capable of toppling mountains and crashing seas!
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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?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
