"Hmm?"
As the door to the storage room was kicked open, Bihu realized that Li Mucheng was nowhere to be seen. Aside from a pile of miscellaneous items, there was nothing else inside.
"Hiss... Impossible? The girl's scent..."
Curious, Bihu stepped into the storage room and only noticed the issue when he spotted an irregular gap in one of the wooden boards.
"Ah... What a cunning little girl... But this thrill of the chase, Uncle here loves it~"
With that, Bihu slowly opened the hidden door in the storage room and chased after Li Mucheng.
......
"Well, well, as expected of a renowned tycoon in Shu City. Even the small items in the house are of considerable value."
While cleaning up the battlefield, a few greedy mercenaries began wandering around the manor. After all, their mission was to scout for any remaining dangers, and they couldn’t return until they found their target.
One of the mercenaries picked up a watch from the ground. Judging by its brand, it was worth a hefty sum. Without hesitation, he pocketed it.
A teammate nearby wasn’t pleased and jabbed him with the butt of his rifle. "Hey! Lao San, that’s not fair. We’re all on a mission here, and you’re just picking up loot?"
Lao San rolled his eyes at the speaker, pushing the rifle butt aside with one hand as he stood up. "What’s the big deal? Jealous that I found some cash? If you’re unhappy, go find some yourself. These things aren’t going to be confiscated anyway. We’re all risking our lives here, aren’t we? It’s all about making some extra money. Besides, most of the bodyguards have already been taken out by Bihu and the old man. It’s safe now."
"Hiss... You’ve got a point. In that case, I won’t hold back either..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out from nowhere. In the blink of an eye, a bullet struck his head, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Ah... Ah! Enemy attack!"
Lao San stared in shock at his teammate, who had been speaking to him just a second ago and was now lying dead in front of him. However, as a seasoned mercenary, he quickly regained his composure. Like the others, he took cover and returned fire in the direction of the gunshot.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As the bullets rained down, the dusty walls were instantly riddled with holes.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
One of the mercenaries shouted, and the surroundings fell silent. Everyone’s eyes were fixed in the direction they had been shooting, but there was no sign of resistance. They exchanged uneasy glances, none willing to be the next casualty.
"Tch, a bunch of cowards."
The man who had called for the ceasefire spat out the cigarette he had been chewing on and strode forward with his rifle. In his mind, no one could withstand such a barrage of bullets, especially since the wall was practically torn apart.
Under the watchful eyes of his comrades, the man reached the wall without any trouble. The others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the danger had passed, and a few even stepped out from their cover.
"Huh? Where’s the..."
"Bang!"
Before the man could finish his sentence, another gunshot rang out from a different direction, and he too fell into a pool of blood.
The few who had just stepped out of cover quickly retreated, terrified of being the next victim.
"Quick... call for reinforc—"
"Bang!"
The man who had poked his head out to speak met the same fate as the others, cut down mid-sentence.
The remaining mercenaries buried their heads even lower. It was clear they had bitten off more than they could chew. They had faced strong opponents before, but those battles had been evenly matched. This, however, was a one-sided slaughter. They hadn’t even seen their enemy, yet their comrades were falling one after another. How were they supposed to fight back?
"Bang!"
"Ugh..."
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
......
Amid the screams echoing in Lao San’s ears, he completely lost his fighting spirit. To him, this place had become a living hell.
"Ugh... Reinforcements... reinforcements..."
The once cheerful Lao San, who had been grinning after pocketing the watch, was no longer smiling. He frantically fumbled for the radio communicator on his chest. Just as he pressed the talk button, a cold gun barrel pressed against his forehead.
"Zzz... Zzz..."
The radio emitted static, followed by the voice of someone from the team. "Wang Lao San, what are you doing? You’re holding the radio but not saying anything. Report your status!"
Wang Lao San looked up at the young but deadly handsome man standing before him. His cold, emotionless face and deep, abyss-like eyes exuded an overwhelming pressure. Just meeting his gaze was enough to crush one’s spirit. Trembling, Wang Lao San raised his hands in surrender.
"Hey! Wang Lao San, respond!"
"Bang!"
......
"Zzz... Zzz..."
"Hey? Wang Lao San? Hey!"
"What’s going on?"
The mercenary leader walked over with a stern expression, sensing something was wrong from the radio operator’s reaction.
"Boss, something’s happened to Wang Lao San’s team. The entire squad has gone silent, and the last sound we heard was gunfire."
"I heard it too. It came from inside the manor. Seems we’ve got an uninvited guest. Tell Bihu to bring the target back. The old man will take the second team and go greet our guest."
"Understood."
The old man, who had been toying with a grenade, stood up expressionlessly. He exchanged a glance with the team members and then strode toward the manor......
"Huff... Huff..."
Ye Feng stared at the bodies on the ground, his breathing steady and his expression blank. Strangely, the first time he saw someone fall by his hand, he felt no fear or tension. Instead, he became even calmer and more composed. Although these men were villains who deserved their fate, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the system was changing him, erasing his humanity bit by bit, turning him into a machine that only carried out missions.
"No, I need to find Li Mucheng first."
After a brief rest, Ye Feng picked up a pistol from Wang Lao San’s hand. Just then, a flashbang rolled to his feet.
"Damn it!"
"Wham!"
A blinding white light filled the air. Ye Feng quickly rolled behind cover, but the ringing in his ears persisted. Fortunately, his robust physique allowed him to endure the discomfort.
Seriously... This is never-ending...
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
