The Blue Sky Sword Sea had grown increasingly quiet in recent days.
Qiu Li had become the sole person in charge, constantly busy with one task after another, with no free time at all.
The vast Blue Sky Sword Sea couldn't find any other Saints.
This infuriated Qiu Li to the point of cursing.
"The Eight Saints of Azure Sky, what the hell are they? When something actually happens, not a single one of them can be found. Where the hell did they all go?"
Chi Yu, Emperor Capital, Li Yang, and Li Yue seemed to have run off together, and Qiu Li strongly suspected they had gone to the front lines.
Jia Bai, Huang Can, and Hu Linye, the three slackers, were the only ones he had seen recently, but they were unwilling to do any work, always finding ways to escape, and were utterly unreliable.
Now, Qiu Li was responsible for recruiting disciples, teaching, managing the library, the armory, construction around the Blue Sky Sword Sea, and repairing the Sword Sea itself. He was truly overwhelmed.
The only person he could talk to was the White Emperor at the gate.
Having a Great Saint guard the entrance was probably a luxury unique to the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The White Emperor's temper had improved significantly. Not only did he greet people proactively, but he also took the initiative to clean up around the entrance.
He was a top-notch watchdog, with a strong sense of self-management.
As Qiu Li was busy, footsteps suddenly echoed in the main hall of the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Chi Yu and the other three had returned together.
Emperor Capital scratched his head and smiled at Qiu Li, "Oh, didn't expect to see you so soon."
"What a coincidence," Chi Yu replied.
"What are you doing?" Li Yang asked.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Li Yue hummed softly.
Qiu Li stared at them in surprise, and after a long pause, he slammed his fist on the table next to him and shouted angrily, "Finally, you're back! Where the hell have you been?"
"Not much," Emperor Capital casually waved his hand and laughed, "Just went to the front lines, casually killed a few Great Saints, nothing major. In the end, I thought the Blue Sky Sword Sea still needed me, so I came back."
"Pretty much," Chi Yu added.
Qiu Li frowned and asked again, "You all went to the front lines?"
"Yes," the four nodded.
Qiu Li's frown deepened as he looked behind them and asked in a low, puzzled voice, "Then where's Chen Xia? Why didn't he come back with you? Is he hiding behind you trying to scare me?"
The four fell silent for a moment.
"Uh..." Emperor Capital chuckled, "Chen Xia said he'll be back later, letting us come back first."
"... " Qiu Li was silent. He had a hunch and lowered his head, exhaling a long breath before raising his head and laughing heartily, "Then I'll wait for him to return."
With Chen Xia.
The Blue Sky Sword Sea had a soul.
Inside a massive cauldron for refining elixirs, there was a violent commotion, as if something was causing a ruckus inside.
"What's going on?" Flowing Water Temple Master asked in confusion.
"Is Chen Xia fighting with the elixir?" Emperor Tianhe also looked puzzled.
The alchemists watched nervously, hearing the words of the two Emperors, feeling a bit disdainful in their hearts, thinking that the Emperors really didn't understand alchemy.
Alchemy was a technical craft, how could it be like fighting?
Would anyone really fight with an elixir?
Haha, that would be quite humorous.
Inside the giant cauldron.
Chen Xia held onto the elixir's essence, which had already taken the form of an elixir. His hands were covered in thunder, striking the essence repeatedly, while he chanted, "You beast, submit already!"
He had been influenced a bit too much by his second brain.
The elixir's essence struggled continuously, absorbing the Emperor's remnants from Chen Xia's sleeves, increasing its grade.
The higher the grade, the more rebellious the elixir became, eventually leading to a fight with Chen Xia.
He had indeed developed a novel method of alchemy.
Simply called the "Beating Method."
Outside, the cauldron had already begun to emit a fragrant aroma, with a hazy elixir form appearing, exuding an Emperor's aura.
"Is it really an Imperial Elixir?!" Flowing Water Temple Master was somewhat shocked.
The alchemists were even more excited, having witnessed the creation of an Imperial Elixir in their lifetime for the first time, which was the most sacred moment for them.
The cauldron erupted again with a loud bang, and the elixir form became even more solid.
However, there was no sign of disturbance in the heavens and earth, everything remained calm.
In the realm.
The dark clouds churned violently, as if they were surging like a tidal wave, with terrifying thunderbolts flickering within, shaking like a seizure.
"Damn, who is Chen Xia fighting with?" Wu Saint asked in confusion.
"It seems like it," Wang Yangzi frowned.
The spectacle was truly frightening.
The giant cauldron kept making strange noises. Inside, Chen Xia had firmly suppressed the elixir's essence, tightly gripping the nascent form of the Imperial Elixir in his hand, with thunder continuously pouring into it.
His hands trembled, and his sleeves fluttered wildly.
The elixir's essence grew thinner, all concentrating on the Imperial Elixir, which began to show patterns, remnants of various Emperors.
This was not just an Imperial Elixir, but an Imperial Elixir that had never been created in history!
It should be named by Chen Xia.
He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes completely blue, with thunder surging through his entire body, condensing the elixir's essence, forming the elixir.
The Emperor's aura reached its peak.
Chen Xia roared.
"Form!"
The dense blue thunder on his body turned completely white for a moment, the white thunder.
Boom!
The giant cauldron exploded, the elixir form scattered, and dust flew everywhere.
Chen Xia stood in the center, his right hand tightly gripping the Imperial Elixir, with white thunder rolling around his sleeves.
The Emperor's aura emanated from his hand, as the Imperial Elixir resisted.
"Don't move," Chen Xia clenched his hand, instantly stopping all the Emperor's aura and suppressing the Imperial Elixir's rebellion.
The white thunder flickered once more.
This was the thunder of a quasi-Emperor level, involving the thunder of creation.
Good night.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
