Inside the towering great hall.
The elder sitting in the chief position was not angry but dignified. His golden, glittering robe was a bit too long, drooping around the seat.
He gripped the gold dragon sculpture on the armrest tightly, with narrowed, tense eyes. He shouted,
"Don't tell me that so many of you can't handle a single probationary disciple?!"
The formal disciples standing below kept their heads lowered and did not respond. No matter what you say, they would just keep silent.
Some formal elders were also sitting around, not speaking either. They tilted their heads slightly, each having their own thoughts.
"Wastes!" The Fourth Law Elder squeezed the armrest until it creaked, shouting even more furiously,
"You really are a bunch of wastes! You don't miss a single spiritual stone when it's time to split the money, but when it's time to get things done, none of you goes. Wastes, real wastes!"
The Fourth Law Elder was somewhat exasperated. He scolded with pointing fingers in the great hall. The formal disciples did not dare to talk back. Their eyes were focused inward.
The elders had higher status. They glanced at each other, pondered for a moment, and still someone could not help but say,
"Chen Xia is just a probationary disciple. We don't need to care about him at all."
The Fourth Law Elder turned to look at him with the corners of his mouth tilted, his whiskers sticking up, looking dignified but with a gloomy expression. He shouted,
"He has taken all of this old man's business, and you say do not do anything about it? Should I just let it be, and hand over the position of Law Elder to him as well, before you are satisfied?!"
The formal elder who spoke earlier calmly sipped his tea, with a faint smile on his expressionless face. He put down the teacup and slowly said,
"We don't need to do anything about Chen Xia, just control the other probationary disciples. They all think that paying Chen Xia will allow them to be safe. We only need to break this illusion of theirs."
The Fourth Law Elder furrowed his thick brows, and asked loudly again,
"What do you mean, say it directly!"
The elder smiled lightly, putting one hand flat on the table and the other propping up his thigh. He appeared confident and continued,
"We don't care about Chen Xia. The probationary disciples will still give us spiritual stones. If not, we beat them. After beating, we run. When Chen Xia comes, he can only see the beaten probationary disciples."
"This way, we still get the spiritual stones. As for the beaten probationary disciples, that is something Chen Xia has to consider since he said it was protection fees."
"In the end, either Chen Xia stops collecting spiritual stones, or we collect together with him. The ones being exploited are definitely the probationary disciples. When things get big, Chen Xia daring to collect so many spiritual stones alone will also bring the greatest punishment to him!"
"Good!" The Fourth Law Elder at the head seat clapped heavily and stood up, clapping again and shouting,
"This is really great!"
Pu Suan slightly smiled, speaking steadily, "If he really gets anxious and dares to make trouble at the formal disciples' area, that would be even better. We elders can also rightly take action to teach him a lesson."
"If we accidentally use too much force and beat him to death, then it can only be an accident. Even if the Elder Guardian comes, he cannot blame us."
This sentence was indeed not wrong. Old Fisherman definitely would not blame them, because he might directly beat Chen Xia to death on the spot.
Pu Suan still did not know how dangerous this idea was.
The Fourth Law Elder at the head seat was already extremely delighted. He kept slapping the table and yelled down,
"Good, discuss it and go collect spiritual stones again immediately. Deal with those who don't give as usual. Don't drag it out for too long, run after collecting. I want to see what else this Chen Xia can do!"
The elders should not take action, so they will not. Letting the formal disciples engage in guerrilla warfare is enough.
Still, the same saying: Don't give, beat them. After beating, run!
The meeting ended quickly, and the formal disciples and elders left one after another, ready to take action.
Chen Xia was still lying in his own cave dwelling, with four spiritual energy beads hanging from the top, worth twelve thousand spiritual stones.
The seven-colored rays kept flashing with the swaying of the spiritual energy beads.
Chen Xia's face also flashed through the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet in succession.
Simply too handsome.
The entire cave dwelling was even more amazing, with intersecting flashing lights all around, just lacking speakers to go all out.
But Chen Xia felt it was not enough. He planned to add six more spiritual energy beads, so there would be ten beads swaying together. It might not look handsome, but would definitely seem devilish.
If someone came to visit Chen Xia's cave dwelling, those who knew would understand there were ten expensive spiritual energy beads swaying.
Those who did not know would think they had arrived at the netherworld.
This was the atmosphere he wanted.
Chen Xia stretched lazily, and his half-reclining body against the wall shifted again. Recently he had been reading books about artifact forging.
Artifact forging emphasized fierceness - using fierce fire, fierce materials, and fierce strength!
Only this way could fierce artifacts be forged.
If any part of the process was weak, the forged artifact would be somewhat disappointing.
The entire artifact forging process was very quick, at most sixty days, completely different from pill concocting.
People who forged artifacts fiercely were generally also fierce fighters, because they were fierce people to begin with.
There was much more detailed knowledge in the books about artifact forging, such as quenching with fierce fire for three days then hammering, forging the form first then the spirit.
Chen Xia summarized the content of this book in five words -
Miracles come from great exertion.
Just go all out and leave the rest to miracles.
Chen Xia shook his head, feeling it was still too simple, because it was almost the same as pill concocting.
If pill concocting was careless frying, then this was careless hammering.
Chen Xia threw aside the artifact forging book, feeling he had already mastered it and needed no more learning, only practice.
He got up slightly, about to go brew a pot of tea, when his figure suddenly paused and he looked towards the cave entrance.
Someone had come.
The moment the knock sounded, the cave door opened.
Chen Xia leaned against the door frame, holding a teacup with thick steaming fog still rising from it. He took a sip and asked,
"What is it?"
Pan Dadao stood at the entrance, his anxious face stunned as he blankly looked inside at the fantastical cave dwelling.
After a long while, he gave himself a slap, and wondered aloud in confusion,
"Which netherworld gate to hell is this?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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 role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
