Inside the Qi's Villa,
Qi Yuan lounged in the living room on the first floor, savoring the long-lost feeling of staying at home.
His younger brother wielded a broomstick, performing a chaotic stick technique with no rhyme or reason. The words "huh" and "ha" continually escaped his lips.
Qi Yuan lifted his eyelids, unable to see any trace of his younger brother's impressive skills.
After dealing with the monster yesterday, he used his domain to transport the affected citizens back to the ground, returned the key to Xue Shizong, and went back home.
Before returning home, Qi Yuan was worried about whether his mother and younger brother would be affected.
When he arrived home, he saw that all the curtains were drawn shut, and his mother was happily making desserts.
Meanwhile, his younger brother was still deeply immersed in his homework, shifting his posture every few seconds as if the chair had thorns.
Upon seeing him return, his mother poked her head out of the kitchen.
"You're back! There are monsters outside, so I had to make desserts to pass the time. Would you like to taste them, Xiao Yuan?"
"... "
Qi Yuan: Another day of worrying about the absent-mindedness of his family.
Clap!
A stick lightly tapped the seat next to Qi Yuan, snapping him out of his wandering thoughts.
He looked up and sure enough, it was his younger brother.
His younger brother swung the broomstick, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his expression excited.
"Brother, come and witness my stick technique, let's have a little spar!"
Qi Yuan glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.
Was he the type of person who bullies children?
Of course--
Yes!
Qi Yuan defeated his younger brother with a single hand while he sat on the sofa, leaving him devastated and huddled in the corner, tears flowing.
"Ding--"
One message after another appeared on his phone, and they were exactly the kind of messages Qi Yuan didn't want to see.
[Shi Jianwen: Jiang Wenyin told me, Brother Yuan, are you secretly an S-class esper?]
[Shi Jianwen: Are you a member of the Dark Nine Seats?]
[Shi Jianwen: I promise not to disclose it! It won't affect your hidden identity.]
I don't believe you!
Qi Yuan sighed again, looking at the elderly person on his phone.
If he dared to make up stories, tomorrow's headline would be about him.
#The Dark Nine Seats Member is Actually Him!#
#Counting the Big Shots around You, Perhaps They Are Members of the Dark Nine Seats#
Qi Yuan selected an emoji package to respond casually, resolutely not typing a single word to the other party.
Denying it would be concealing his identity, admitting it would be showing his cards, no matter how he responded, it would be wrong.
After sending the message, he opened the messages sent by others.
[Lv Cheng: Brother Yuan? I'm coming to Shen City...]
[Gao Changze: Brother Yuan, what should we do next?]
[Xue Shiyun: Sorry to bother you, Brother, but can you help me with raising the level of my esper certificate to S-class?]
Qi Yuan couldn't help but inwardly comment when he saw the last message.
What's wrong with these two siblings?
Why does the brother ask on behalf of the sister, and the sister ask on behalf of the brother?
Is upgrading the esper certificate such a difficult topic to bring up?
Although he had his comments, he still had a favorable impression of the kind-hearted Xue siblings and replied, "I have no problem" to them.
[Shen City Branch President: We are planning a celebration banquet. Will you come?]
[Qi Yuan: No, thank you.]
Being surrounded by a group of people, taking turns flattering him, was akin to being socially dead, as he had deeply experienced yesterday.
Sigh...
The principal had no plans to let him graduate early, and there were no entrepreneurs crying and begging to give him money for protection, nor did any officials contact him.
Is the world going crazy, or have the citizens of Shen City not spread the news?
Qi Yuan speculated that this was a reasonable assumption since his supernatural ability remained at the peak of the A-level without any progress.
The effect of performing a pantomime was terrible, not as impactful as a live broadcast from Qipan City.
And how could ordinary people understand what S-level, SS-level meant...
Just as Qi Yuan was considering joining Qi Ao's self-isolation group in the corner, a message from Yi Shi popped up.
[Yi Shi: They plan to send someone to communicate with you. Would you like to meet them?]
Qi Yuan's pupils dilated, and he sat up straight in excitement.
Finally, the wait was over!
His fingers swiftly tapped the screen, afraid that he would be retracted if he was one second late.
[Qi Yuan: I'm available anytime.]
Yi Shi seemed to be waiting by the phone for a reply, and the response came quickly.
[Yi Shi: Okay, I'll report to them.]
After a few minutes, a new message came.
[Yi Shi: Is tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock convenient?]
[Qi Yuan: That works.]
Qi Yuan hesitated for two seconds and then sent another message.
[Qi Yuan: How are the S-level supernatural beings doing?]
[Yi Shi: They're fine, at least no life-threatening situations.]
...
The next afternoon,
Qi Yuan took Yi Shi's car and arrived at the Duty Bureau. He followed Yi Shi into a conference room.
Inside the conference room, a woman with short hair was sitting.
She had an outstanding temperament and a tall figure, indicating a military background.
When she heard someone enter, the woman with short hair stood up and greeted, "Mr. Qi Yuan, I'm Su Ke."
Yi Shi led him to the conference room and left first.
Qi Yuan nodded and sat down as indicated by Su Ke.
After some brief pleasantries, Su Ke went straight to the point, "Mr. Qi Yuan, do you know that the current strongest supernatural being in Dragon Country, Qi Yunzheng, is your uncle?"
"I know."
Qi Yuan's gaze remained calm as he looked at Su Ke.
Having awakened his telepathic ability for many years, unless his mother also didn't know, it was impossible for him to be unaware of his background.
But there was nothing much to say about his background. It was nothing more than his father climbing up the ranks and abandoning his wife and child, ruthlessly silencing them.
The matter involved his uncle's family, and his aunt was somewhat displeased with it. To avoid further implicating his family, his mother acted as bait and diverted attention, buying time for others to escape Jidu.
Even if his uncle successfully avenged them and drove the Liu Family out of Jidu, his mother couldn't bring herself to go back and see her family.
Su Ke was slightly surprised. According to the information, Qi Yunlan divorced before Qi Yuan was due to be born.
After the divorce, she changed her name and lived alone with her child, drifting to other cities until settling in Qipan City.
It was unexpected that Qi Yunlan was willing to tell her child about this unpleasant past, which was beyond Su Ke's expectations.
However, this way, she wouldn't need to provide too much explanation.
"Mr. Qi Yunzheng has been in a coma since the day before yesterday. Upon examination, we speculate that it is a self-repair hibernation caused by the assimilation and subsequent forced detachment from the domain of abilities, and we cannot determine the awakening time."
"Meanwhile, we are in the process of negotiating a joint cleansing plan with other countries, and we need an SS-level superhuman to support the operation."
"Therefore, we would like to ask for your help."
Su Ke said these words with some uneasiness, unsure if Qi Yuan would be willing to be labeled officially.

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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!