Following Zhong Qing, Guan Yunpeng walked tremblingly into the Martial Arts Hall.
All the way, he was anxious.
All the way, his heart thumped.
Finally, he felt his whole body going numb.
From the first step at the entrance, wherever his eyes passed, everything was a treasure.
The mirror hanging on the hall, the paintings on both sides of the walls, the big black umbrella casually placed, the flame pearl in the furnace, even the rag hanging on the bamboo pole...
He had lost count.
He only knew that every time he saw a treasure, his body sank a little more. Walking through this hall, he almost crawled on the ground.
"Master, I brought someone," Zhong Qing said softly.
Zhong Qing's words instantly startled Guan Yunpeng. He quickly raised his head and looked ahead.
A young man.
Fell into his eyes.
The white robe was spotless, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament. His right hand held a brush standing next to the desk. His whole body exuded a sense of being above the mundane world, looking at him with a faint smile.
This person.
Is that Zhong Qing's master?
Sure enough.
Extraordinary!
It's just that, like Zhong Qing, he couldn't see through him, and didn't know what his cultivation was.
At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what had happened at the Martial Arts Hall. Yi Feng nodded approvingly at him, then smiled at Guan Yunpeng, "Have a seat."
"Yes."
Guan Yunpeng nodded respectfully. Although there was a stool next to him, he did not dare sit down.
Suddenly.
His pupils shrank.
His eyes stared dead at the rice paper filled with brushstrokes.
His heart thumped violently.
He was horrified to discover that the handwriting on these rice papers, without exception, contained things that shocked him.
Such as the regular script, containing a magnificent aura.
The sharp blade-like font, containing intense sword energy.
And many more different fonts, either sword intent, or Tao rhyme, or martial spirit, or making people's state of mind peaceful, or making people's blood boil...
What astonished him even more was that these rice papers filled with different fonts were scattered all over the floor, desk, and even under Yi Feng's feet, as if they were discarded garbage.
"Sir's calligraphy, wonderful, truly wonderful!"
He swallowed and couldn't think of a word to express his admiration.
"You also understand calligraphy?"
Hearing this, Yi Feng looked at Guan Yunpeng in surprise and asked.
"A little, a little bit."
Guan Yunpeng hurriedly bowed and said, "But my level is not worthy to comment in front of you, sir."
"Haha, don't be so modest. By the way, what's your name?" Yi Feng was quite excited. He didn't expect to meet a fellow calligrapher.
"Guan Yunpeng."
Guan Yunpeng quickly replied.
"Guan Yunpeng, nice name."
Yi Feng nodded and wrote down the three characters of Guan Yunpeng on a new sheet of rice paper. Then he handed it to Guan Yunpeng with a smile, "What do you think of these three characters?"
Guan Yunpeng respectfully took the rice paper with both hands, and felt a strong sword intent rushing toward his face.
"Good, good, good!"
Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands and shouted loudly. His eyes were shining with excitement. He had never imagined that his own name, when written, could have such an effect.
Yi Feng smiled slightly. It was always exciting to be praised. So he said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"What?"
"Give it to me?"
Guan Yunpeng's heart beat violently, his body trembled, and he looked at Yi Feng in disbelief, full of joy.
"Just a few characters, no big deal!" Yi Feng said with a laugh.
"Thank you, thank you, senior!"
Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper, tears of excitement crept down his face, and his body trembled as he was about to kneel down to Yi Feng.
Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly helped him up and looked at his eyes that were vaguely tearful. He couldn't help but feel emotional. This man really loved calligraphy!
He remembered that he was still injured, so he laughed, "Let me take a look at your injury!"
"How could I trouble you with this, sir?" Guan Yunpeng said in pleasant surprise.
"Meeting by chance is fate, what's the trouble in this?" Yi Feng smiled gently.
"Then thank you, sir."
Guan Yunpeng was extremely excited. He didn't expect to not only survive today, but also obtain such opportunities in succession.
As he approached Yi Feng, he said respectfully again, "But sir, I'm afraid this injury is not easy to heal!"
"You're overthinking," Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's just a superficial wound, what's difficult about healing it?"
"Superficial wound?"
Guan Yunpeng smacked his lips in disbelief and looked at Yi Feng.
It seemed that he only had one sword mark on his body, but his internal meridians and five organs had already been shocked by the sword energy of the black sword. But this person said it was just a superficial wound?
Did he fail to see his internal condition, or was it really so trivial in his opinion?
While he was surprised, Yi Feng had already asked Zhong Qing to bring the crushed medicinal herbs.
"Apply it and it will heal quickly."
As he spoke, Yi Feng took the medicine and slapped it on Guan Yunpeng's wound.
So careless?
Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth. Although he admitted that this expert's skills were extraordinary, did he have some misunderstanding about healing?
But before this doubt arose, he was horrified to find that a warm current flowed into his body along the wound, not only dispelling the remaining sword energy in his body, but also repairing his injured meridians and internal organs at a visible speed.
"Ow!"
When this comfortable feeling came, Guan Yunpeng couldn't help but shudder.
What kind of miraculous means was this, it was so terrifying!
For a while, his gaze at Yi Feng became more fanatical. He hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng and said gratefully, "Senior's skills are indeed extraordinary. Not only are your skills miraculous, but you are also kind enough to guide a junior like me while having a heart to save all living beings."
"Skills miraculous?"
Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and smiled, "I think you got it wrong. I don't have miraculous skills. I'm just an ordinary person."
"Ordinary person?"
Guan Yunpeng was confused.
It was one thing for that disciple who killed Hei Jian to claim he was an ordinary person, but now this expert with miraculous skills also claimed to be an ordinary person?
"Senior, you are too modest. Why be so low-key to conceal your miraculous skills when you obviously have them?" Finally, he asked out the doubts in his mind.
"I don't have any miraculous skills. I really am just an ordinary person," Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him again. He wondered if he had met another chunibyo like Wu Yonghong.
Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.
He really couldn't understand why such a powerful person wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person.
"Sir."
"Sir, we’re done with today’s work, let’s come chat with you."
Just then, several voices came from outside the door.
Then, to Guan Yunpeng's dumbfounded gaze, several elders walked in covered in mud.
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?"
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
