Tang Xiaoyu's affirmation made Zhu Six rush to the main hall to find their sect master.
"Sect Master, Sect Master, good news, good news!"
Sitting in the main seat of the main hall was a woman with a tall and beautiful figure, but wearing ordinary clothes.
The woman had a frosty, gloomy look on her expressionless face, but her words were crisp and gentle.
"Oh ~ What good news to make you so happy?"
Zhu Six picked up someone else's teacup next to him and drank all the tea in it. This annoyed the owner of the cup. "I'm telling you, Zhu Old Devil, could you be more hygienic? How am I supposed to drink from this now?"
Zhu Six ignored him and said to the woman, "Tang Xiaoyu is awake and he is willing to pass on his cultivation technique, but there is one condition."
The woman asked delightedly: "What condition?"
"We have to officially join the Dao Ancestor's sect."
The woman thought for a while without immediately agreeing.
"Bring him here first and we'll see."
"Yes, Sect Master."
After Zhu Six left, the woman said to her people: "Pay attention to your image later, don't ruin the Kindness Sect's reputation."
"Don't worry, Sect Master!"
When Tang Xiaoyu entered the main hall, he saw a group of fiendish and ghastly looking people with sinister smiles.
Tang Xiaoyu shivered instantly, feeling the temperature around him drop by a few degrees.
Tang Xiaoyu smiled and greeted with cupped fists, "Seniors!"
The crowd also returned the courtesy: "Fellow Taoist."
But their expressions made Tang Xiaoyu feel not an ounce of friendliness, only more fear.
He finally arrived in front and saw the woman above. He quickly paid his respects, "Junior Tang Xiaoyu, pleased to meet the Sect Master."
The woman smiled gently, but her smile was somewhat creepy.
"Xiaoyu, don't be nervous. We're not bad people, just a little scary looking."
"Have a seat and we can talk slowly. We absolutely won't force you to do anything against your will."
Tang Xiaoyu thanked her profusely, "Thank you for your consideration, Sect Master!"
The woman nodded slightly, "Zhu Six has told me everything."
Zhu Six interrupted, "Sect Master, I'm called Zhu Six now. Old Six for short."
The woman didn't get angry for being interrupted by Zhu Six. On the contrary, she apologetically said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you changed your name."
"Xiaoyu! We can agree to your request, but you have to assure us that this Dao Ancestor really exists!"
To add prestige to the Dao Ancestor's image, Tang Xiaoyu made some requests.
"I need a Dao Ancestor idol, offering table, offerings, incense and candles..."
The woman readily agreed, "No problem. Just describe the Dao Ancestor's appearance and we can prepare everything in about an hour."
More than an hour later, a thirty-foot-tall statue stood erected in the square.
After bathing and changing clothes, Tang Xiaoyu started burning incense and kneeling to worship.
This shocked everyone with mouths wide open and tongue-tied.
The atmosphere was heightened.
"Disciple Tang Xiaoyu failed to fulfill the Dao Ancestor’s decree and damaged the Dao Ancestor’s authority. I plead for punishment."
Kowtowing three times, people around him winced watching.
Just when everyone waited solemnly and respectfully, the voice of Dao Ancestor came, "Pong~ stupid bastard, you got anything else? I'm busy right now!"
Tang Xiaoyu was very embarrassed, especially embarrassed. The others also looked on black-facedly. This was Tang Xiaoyu’s so-called Dao Ancestor?
"Dao Ancestor, there are people around me!"
After two seconds of silence, an authoritative voice came again: "You know your mistake."
"Disciple knows mistake."
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
Just as Tang Xiaoyu was about to reply, the Dao Ancestor continued, "You're wrong to be so harmlessly benevolent, wrongly looking down on human nature."
"Rules are not enforced by mouth but by violence."
"Justice always stands on the victorious side, while evil is just the label for the losers."
To develop the Taoist sect, violence is the most direct and effective method. When there's only one voice in this world, you're the will of Heaven.
"Understand?"
Tang Xiaoyu kowtowed at once, "Disciple understands."
"Remember our motto: Just do it."
Tang Xiaoyu awkwardly replied, "Disciple remembers."
"Anything else?"
Seeing the people like Zhu Six, Tang Xiaoyu said: "They all want to officially enter under the Dao Ancestor. Please show your will, Dao Ancestor."
"Very well."
Zhu Six and the others immediately knelt down to pay respects, "Disciples greet the Dao Ancestor."
"Rise, all of you!"
"I shall wash away the filth from your bodies. From now on you are my disciples."
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor."
After that, a ray of golden light descended. Everyone felt lightened as the after effects of years of cultivating evil arts completely disappeared.
Everyone gratefully kowtowed, "Thank you Dao Ancestor for your graciousness. Disciples will surely not let you down."
"Alright alright, I'm still busy."
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyu knew the other party had gone offline.
"Okay, the Dao Ancestor has left."
"Now, I'll pass on the cultivation technique to everyone. You must cultivate diligently."
"Yes!"
After a few days of hard work, the Kindness Sect was back on track. The gloomy and creepy looks on everyone's faces were gone.
At the same time, a statue of the Dao Ancestor over forty feet tall was also erected in the square.
The thirty-foot statue was placed in the main hall. Tang Xiaoyu looked at it, filled with complex emotions. His years of hard work still couldn’t compare to the Dao Ancestor taking action once.
"This is the gap, the insurmountable gap."
Just then, a crisp voice sounded: "Xiaoyu, what are you looking at here?"
"Zhang Sect Master, I was just feeling emotional."
"What Zhang Sect Master, just call me Zhang Huizhu or Sister Zhang privately. We don't have so much protocol."
Tang Xiaoyu smiled, "Then I'll call you Sister Huizhu! It sounds nicer."
Zhang Huizhu laughed and scolded him, "What nice or not nice, you can't call me beautiful either."
"Let's go to the main hall to discuss future developments."
"Alright."
When everyone had arrived at the main hall, Zhang Huizhu spoke, "Now we have a clear goal. Xiaoyu, tell them what our goal is!"
"Okay."
Tang Xiaoyu cleared his throat and fervently said, "We must spread the glory of Taoism far and wide, so that the Dao Ancestor's brilliance shines throughout the world!"
"We must make ordinary people listen to the Dao Ancestor’s teachings, strike those aloof immortals down to the mortal realm, and teach them how to be good people!"
"Even if we can't change this world, we must make it tremble! And let them know that even ants have the right to survive!"
"Taoist sect!"
"Flourish!"
Everyone was excited and energetic.
Zhang Huizhu asked: "What should we do now?"
Tang Xiaoyu thought for a while: "Let’s start from the small nearby sects, one step at a time, gradually eroding them."
"We only have two principles: either sincerely submit or death."

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!

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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."