Bai Jie was not in a very good mood.
He was always thinking back to what Chen Xia had said on the day he was refining pills, "Use 500 years of your life in exchange for a successful pill."
Every time he thought of these words, Bai Jie could not calm down. He always felt like he had really lost some of his lifespan, especially since what Chen Xia had refined was a furnace with two batches of pills.
Bai Jie felt that not only was 500 years of his lifespan docked, but with two batches of pills added together, it should be 1,000 years. With his strength at the inverse sea realm, he had over 10,000 years of lifespan. Adding some more life-extending miraculous pills and elixirs later on, reaching 20,000 years of lifespan would not be difficult.
But 20,000 years of lifespan could not withstand Chen Xia docking it like this. Every time he refined a superior-grade pill, it was 1,000 years of lifespan. If he refined several more times, wouldn't he be directly sending Bai Jie away?
No, absolutely not.
Bai Jie thought it through completely. The next day, he brought 20,000 Spirit Stones and went to give Chen Xia gifts, begging him not to dock his lifespan when refining pills in the future, and was extremely respectful in his attitude.
"Dad, I was wrong. Please spare me. Don't use my lifespan when refining pills in the future, okay?"
"Then whose lifespan should I use?" Chen Xia asked curiously.
Bai Jie thought for a moment, then replied, "Use those with higher cultivations. Those with higher cultivations have more lifespan. Or just directly use the old man's, the old man won't live for much longer anyway, who knows, you might even owe him, that would be a gain."
"You really know how to calculate profits," Chen Xia chuckled and put down the pill scriptures he was holding. He explained, "I was just teasing you, don't take it to heart."
"Ah?" Bai Jie was stunned, then frowned and asked hesitantly, "Really?"
"Do you really think your 500 years of lifespan could substitute for two superior-grade pills?" Chen Xia asked back.
Added together, the two superior-grade pills were worth almost over 200,000 Spirit Stones. As a seed of the inverse sea realm great emperor's family, a single life of Qiong Qi was only worth 300,000 Spirit Stones.
Bai Jie's 500 years of lifespan really was not worth two superior-grade pills when added together.
After thinking about it carefully, he did seem to be right. Bai Jie then laughed and replied, "I knew Dad wouldn't be so cruel to me."
Chen Xia sat in a rocking chair, tilted his head, and suddenly curiously asked, "Who is the most powerful alchemist in the Starry Sky Pill Sect?"
"You," Bai Jie answered without even thinking, immediately replying.
His breadth of mind had always been good.
"Other than me?" Chen Xia continued to ask.
Bai Jie thought about it a little, and replied, "The rest of the alchemists are far below you. The most powerful alchemist is probably the Sect Leader, but the Sect Leader is only at the level of a mid-grade pill alchemist."
"There are no very powerful alchemists in the Starry Sky Pill Sect. Although it takes the name of a pill sect, we take the low-end route, mainly relying on large quantities."
"The Sect Leader also wants to open the high-end market. After all, he can get in touch with those top sects in the upper layer, which means there are greater connections and opportunities."
"But there are only a few dozen pill alchemists in the entire realm, and they are all raised by those major sects. The Starry Sky Pill Sect doesn't have the qualifications to raise a pill alchemist yet."
Chen Xia nodded, feeling that this was normal too. After all, even the previous Soaring Heavens Sword Sect didn't have many pill alchemists. Someone like Zhang Daoming, who could move mountains and was a superior-grade spirit elixir master, could get a position of elder in Soaring Heavens Sword Sect.
This was enough to see how precious alchemists were.
As for pill dao grandmasters who could refine grand pills, Chen Xia had not met any yet, but he had heard of them.
Zhang Daoming highly respected Wang Yangzi, who was a pill dao grandmaster, and was also in the realm. He must be a top-level cultivator in the upper layer.
No wonder Zhen Hu was so humble and deferential to Chen Xia. An alchemist who could refine half a grand pill was one of the few in the entire middle layer of the realm.
If converted, he really was Zhen Hu's granddaddy.
What's more, Zhen Hu was also worried that this granddaddy would be poached by other sects. It was like this in the realm - poaching people was not taboo at all. They would directly make an offer right in front of you.
Some pre-Saint experts would even directly come to snatch people away, regardless of whether you were willing or not. First bring them back, then talk about it. By the time you got back, you would be willing.
Zhen Hu was also worried about this. Fortunately, the top pre-Saint experts didn't really like to come forward now. Celestial Realm cultivators lacked a voice, unless it was a top-notch existence in the twelfth layer of the Celestial Realm. Otherwise, Zhen Hu was not really afraid.
He, Zhen Hu, had been in the middle layer for so long, and also had quite a few connections. He also knew super experts above the fifth layer of the Celestial Realm.
If it really came down to it, even if he couldn't win, he could just surrender. Anyway, all he needed was for Chen Xia to refine a grand pill and get the Starry Sky Pill Sect one spot in the Celestial Realm.
This was Zhen Hu's plan. It couldn't really be called a plan, since you don't make plans against your own granddaddy. At most it was just a thought.
Bai Jie also spoke out accordingly. Clasping his fists, straightening his expression, he respectfully said, "The Starry Sky Pill Sect asks Sir to refine a grand pill for us."
Chen Xia shook his head. "I cannot guarantee the success rate of grand pills, but half a grand pill is possible."
Although there was only a one word difference, grand pills were much more precious than half grand pills. The price was directly doubled, so the difficulty was almost doubled as well.
Bai Jie hurriedly replied, "Regardless of success or failure, Sir does not need to be responsible. And if successful, Sir can keep the grand pill, you just need to pay for the materials."
This was already going above and beyond.
Chen Xia nodded, feeling this was quite reasonable. He asked again, "What grand pill are you planning to refine?"
"Naturally it would be a relatively simple low-grade grand pill. But it's only relatively simple compared to other grand pills, so it would still require someone of your caliber to successfully refine it," Bai Jie hurriedly replied, not forgetting to flatter a bit and further broaden his own breadth.
"When will the refining take place?" Chen Xia asked again.
"It just so happens to be 300 years later, at the Great Sects Conference in the middle layer of the realm. At that time there will be a grand pill competition. Sects that successfully refine a grand pill can use it to offset a spot in the Celestial Realm, and will also receive a reward," Bai Jie replied again. Hesitating for a moment, he added in a low voice,
"By then, Sir will make a name for himself. Perhaps top sects in the upper layer will even invite Sir to join them."
"Here we go again?" Chen Xia frowned. Back then even if he was "invited" to join Soaring Heavens Sword Sect by Elder Yu the fisherman,
"If Sir is unwilling, you can also find some other excuses to evade. You must not show that you are unwilling, otherwise top experts in the twelfth layer of the Celestial Realm may take action personally."
Bai Jie whispered out advice, then trotted to Chen Xia's side, and resumed his thick flattering attitude. Smiling, he said,
"As long as Sir shows willingness to incline towards one, with your alchemy skills, I believe no sect would dare to displease Sir. Even if you go to a top sect in the upper layer, you will enjoy top-tier treatment."
Chen Xia stroked his cheek and frowned. "But wouldn't that be relying on others?"
"There's no way around it. In the path of cultivation, what really matters is just combat strength. Everything else is just icing on the cake," Bai Jie shook his head and advised, his tone helpless.
Just like when Chen Xia had given him two crutches before, Bai Jie could only kneel down and call him big brother.

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.”

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!

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"