The entrance test for the Blue Sky Sword Sea's probationary disciples had begun.
Out of the five hundred probationary disciples, a few had already left early, feeling they had no chance.
It was nothing unusual, after all in a few days over a hundred more would be following in their footsteps and leaving.
Staying here wasn't praiseworthy, only success was.
An enormous arena, over four hundred disciples, five days, free-for-all combat.
These were the only rules for this entrance test.
Overseen by Second Elder, as long as no one died, anything was allowed. Of course if someone did die, nothing could be done, after all who could complain?
Just like previous entrance tests, the weakest disciples with the poorest talent and least connections were eliminated first.
These disciples were usually from impoverished Ancient Race families from the fringes of the star domain. They might be prodigies in the outer fringes but in the Sky Sword Sea Sect they didn't measure up.
The next batch eliminated were the rich Ancient Race disciples. They would give gifts to the stronger disciples so had better connections and were eliminated later, mostly unharmed.
So the martial world wasn't always about fighting and killing.
The five day time limit led to intense fighting.
The weaker disciples were all eliminated by the second day.
The remaining disciples were at least at the Mahayana Realm.
Emperor Capital and Qiu Li stood in the center of the arena, with empty space around them. No one dared challenge them.
They were in no rush to fight, waiting until the last day to determine first place. Getting taken advantage of midway would be too great a loss.
In addition, some ferocious Supreme Race excelled in this melee, quickly securing their positions. No one dared provoke them.
The pecking order in the arena was determined by distance from the center where the two emperor's scions stood. The closer to the center, the higher the status, and none dared challenge them.
Other than Emperor Capital and Qiu Li, over a dozen ferocious Supreme Race lined up in order.
It remained this way until the fourth day. It seemed this would be the final order.
Suddenly Chi Yu burst out in three thousand fiery feathers, almost instantly knocking back the Supreme Race in third position. Chi Yu settled into the spot, becoming a blur.
Chi Yu flung open his robe of condensed fiery feathers. He took a step forward, black flames dancing at his feet. Facing Emperor Capital he rumbled,
"I want to fight you."
Emperor Capital was taken aback, hesitating, "We already fought hundreds of years ago, no need right?"
"Fight again." Chi Yu's tone was exceptionally firm.
"Then this is just a regular fight, getting hurt is normal." Emperor Capital said warily.
Although over a hundred years had passed, he clearly remembered the last one who had hurt Chi Yu probably already reincarnated successfully.
"Fine." The black flames at Chi Yu's feet suddenly flared up, enveloping his whole body. His head transformed into a crow's head trailing long fiery feathers. He opened his beak.
It was all flames inside.
The observing cultivators grew excited.
They had all heard of Chi Yu, previously known as Emperor Scion Stepping Stone. They hadn't expected him to dare fight the emperor's scion again during the entrance test.
Could he want to break through like this?
The spectators were quite interested.
In the stands, a big yellow dog sitting at the very back clenched his paws, just watching the arena intently.
Chi Yu flapped the three thousand fiery feathers forming his wings and suddenly charged.
It was meant to be an eye-catching battle but didn't last long.
When the fifth day ended, Chi Yu was still fighting Emperor Capital but was clearly at a disadvantage. Emperor Capital seemed to be going easy on him.
Chi Yu stopped fighting and left the arena silently with his head lowered.
The big yellow dog stood by the arena, broom beside him. He didn't say anything either, like a wooden man, feeling anything he said would be wrong.
Only when the observing cultivators had all left did the big yellow dog heave up his broom and slowly head towards the sword grove.
He felt like so much was missing without Chen Xia.
If he was the one imprisoned, would it be much better?
For the first time since he came into being, the big yellow dog contemplated a question about another. But he just couldn't figure it out.
In the end he flung his broom to the ground in frustration. Pointing at the broom he scolded,
"Useless thing!"
After a while, the big yellow dog picked up the dusty broom again, hugging it. His voice was very faint as he sighed,
"Useless thing."
The Blue Sky Sword Sea no longer had probationary disciples, all had become formal disciples and could now enter the cave abodes exclusive to formal disciples.
As for the next batch of probationary disciples, it would probably be another two hundred years, earlier than when Chen Xia got out of prison.
After all, only he had gotten a five hundred year sentence in the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Chen Xia's days in sword prison passed better and better. With chess and tea, his interest greatly increased.
Sometimes he would fuse sword intent into chess, or put it in the tea water.
This produced some interesting effects. The chariots in chess moved with domineering sword intent, exceptionally sharp, truly resembling magic treasures.
Also because the prison was too dark, Chen Xia specifically plucked some glowing beast eyes to use as lamp lights.
The effect was pretty good.
Anyway the sea water was pitch black, Chen Xia felt the beasts didn't need eyes either. Might as well give them to someone who did.
Like him.
So Chen Xia turned the beast eyes into lamps for himself.
Time passed slowly in prison, but looking back now, over half had already gone by.
He had been imprisoned for three hundred years already.
The surrounding sea beasts had gotten familiar with him. Often they would not only spit, but also relieve themselves though from a distance, not daring to get too close for fear Chen Xia would pluck out their other eye too.
Chen Xia paid them no mind. Their provocations weren't too egregious.
But recently none of the sea beasts dared come by.
Because this year's sword tide was approaching.
Chen Xia sat on the ground, looking at his tattered clothes that could barely hang on. If he took another tide head on, his clothes probably wouldn't make it.
That wouldn't do.
The sword intent surged in the distance, the great tide howled, coming from the deeper waters. Bringing boundless majestic sword intent, it could almost overturn half the Sword Sea.
Chen Xia stood up and tidied his ragged clothes, not even glancing at the roaring incoming majestic tide.
He reached back and swept aside his long hair, revealing his still delicate features.
The sword intent arrived first, then the towering tsunami.
"Shoo."
A plain voice sounded.
The tsunami over a thousand meters near the sword prison incredibly reversed direction, crashing back into the deep sea, all the sword intent dissipating into the water!
Chen Xia calmly tied up his hair with sword intent.
This was Reverse Sea!
"Why feel sad, isn't your life laughable enough?"
Good night, good night, good night.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
