After a roar, all heads turned towards Shen Yi's position.
In an instant, Shen Yi felt his scalp tingle as if being stared at by a natural enemy.
"Damn it!"
With a low curse, Shen Yi immediately floored the accelerator and sped forward.
This sudden change startled Cheng Jun, who had been deeply engrossed in her research, and she looked out as well.
"Are these... infected?"
Cheng Jun's voice trembled. Although there were notes in the documents, seeing pictures and seeing them in person were vastly different.
"Roar!"
A huge roar echoed, and the infected quickly approached the two in a bizarre running posture.
In just a few breaths, they were almost on both sides of the road.
These infected individuals moved at the speed of athletes, tirelessly chasing after them.
Shen Yi managed to grab the rat and throw it behind the stacked supplies, and they drove for about five more minutes.
By this time, Shen Yi could already see their shadows in the rearview mirror from a distance.
"Damn, it's like the cafeteria is serving food..."
Shen Yi exhaled to relieve his anxiety.
No matter how fast the infected were, they couldn't outrun the car, but the road was difficult with too many obstacles, making it impossible to speed up.
Shen Yi's driving skills were actually average; in reality, he couldn't even afford a car.
The reason he was driving so skillfully now was purely due to practice in simulations.
Cheng Jun held onto the handle above her head with one hand and kept looking around.
"Oh no!"
Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she exclaimed.
There was a car blocking their path in front.
"Hold on!"
Shen Yi gritted his teeth and didn't slow down at all, only managing to give a brief instruction before rushing straight ahead.
"Bang!"
Relying on the car's width and weight, he rammed the obstructing car aside in one go.
However, this delay instantly shortened the distance to the pursuing horde.
Although the toll booth for the highway was not far, the drive felt extremely arduous.
"Screw this apocalyptic disaster, just as the disaster ends, the apocalypse begins."
As an ordinary modern person, Shen Yi was neither a sports student nor a special forces king.
Being chased by hundreds of infected individuals and still able to think clearly was already commendable.
Although he tried his best to stay calm, his adrenaline surged, and his face turned red.
"There! There's the toll booth ahead!"
Cheng Jun half-stuck her head out and pointed, despite trembling all over, she still shouted.
Shen Yi steered to avoid a car,
"Be careful!"
He kept an eye on the road conditions and didn't dare to be distracted,
"Do you see the helicopter?"
"No..."
Cheng Jun widened her eyes and looked around, but the clear sky had no sign of a helicopter.
Her heart sank to the bottom.
"What do we do?"
The toll booth was in sight, but the rescuers were nowhere to be seen.
What to do? What else could they do?
Shen Yi steeled himself and decided to rush through and keep going.
With those deadly things behind them, stopping meant certain death, so they had to go all the way and see if there was a chance of a turnaround.
"Agh!"
A dull thud, an infected leaped onto the car, grabbing the rear door handle.
He was startled, seeing it being dragged in the rearview mirror, its blood-red eyes staring straight at him.
What was even more terrifying was that its hand split into filaments trying to climb onto the roof.
Shen Yi dared not slow down or let it climb, quickly opening the window, extending his left hand, and summoning a pistol to shoot blindly by feel.
A few shots rang out, and the infected's hand seemed welded to the door, showing no reaction.
There was no way, Shen Yi had to drive while distracted by shooting, and being a novice, his shots didn't hit the vital points.
Cheng Jun took a deep breath to calm her panic and said to Shen Yi:
"Let me try..."
"You?"
Shen Yi didn't have time to question and quickly handed her the gun, the road conditions were too dangerous for him to be distracted.
Cheng Jun took the gun, got familiar with it, and leaned out halfway.
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot.
Shen Yi observed in the rearview mirror, a shot right between the eyes, he couldn't help but praise:
"Nice shot!"
Cheng Jun sat back down, her heart still racing, luckily her aim was still good.
"I went to a shooting range when I was studying abroad, so I'm okay."
"Not just okay, you're great!"
If Shen Yi wasn't driving, he would have given her a thumbs up.
Then he pretended to fish out two spare magazines from under the car and handed them to her.
The gun was more effective in Cheng Jun's hands than his.
"I found this in an armored car before, that's all there is, use it sparingly."
Shen Yi briefly explained the origin of the gun.
Finally, they got onto the highway, a four-lane road quite wide.
The car gradually sped up, and Shen Yi managed to shake off the infected.
"Did we get stood up? Why hasn't that helicopter arrived yet?"
After being chased to the brink of disaster, they finally had a moment to catch their breath, and Shen Yi couldn't help but complain.
Cheng Jun didn't know the reason and could only comfort him,
"Probably coming from far away, I'll call again..."
Shen Yi stopped Cheng Jun's action, his expression serious.
"Wait to call, we're in trouble."
The road ahead was blocked.
It was unclear if it was a chain collision or an outbreak of the infected.
A sea of vehicles blocked the entire elevated road tightly.
"It's over."
Cheng Jun felt despair.
The infected they had just shaken off were tirelessly chasing after them again.
Blocked in front and pursued from behind, where to go?
Shen Yi took a deep breath, shifted gears, and turned the car around. Running on foot wouldn't outpace them, so they had to take a gamble.
The infected surged in layers, making one's scalp tingle.
Either you see none, or you see a massive horde.
Shen Yi had made the worst-case plan.
"I'll go straight through, if any get close, you shoot, just protect yourself."
"If I get infected, shoot me before I turn into one of those disgusting things."
Cheng Jun clutched the pistol tightly, not even daring to think about it, shaking her head repeatedly,
"No... it won't happen."
After so long together, they couldn't bear to lose each other.
At this moment, Cheng Jun also couldn't care about the disgust and shouted at the rat:
"Aren't you a clone of the fungus leader? Can't you control these infected? They're after you, aren't they!"
The black flower on the rat's head swayed left and right, seemingly expressing its inability to do anything.
Cheng Jun had been studying the notebook throughout the journey, which had a hypothesis that the fungal consciousness was like a beehive, but it had fallen into a deep sleep due to releasing too many spores.
The earthquake was a sign of its awakening, and upon waking, it sought to recover what it had lost.
She deeply suspected that they were not the main targets of this horde of infected.
At this moment, the infected horde was just being diverted by the car obstacles, and Shen Yi saw a gap.
"Charge!"
Flooring the accelerator, the car shot out like an arrow.
"Bang!"
The infected horde collided with the jeep, the front infected bodies being thrown out.
Shen Yi didn't care, just kept his foot on the accelerator and rushed forward.
Mutated filaments, deep red blood vessels, hideous faces, even through the glass, Shen Yi could smell the moldy decay.
Countless hands reached for the jeep, no matter how fast Shen Yi sped up, they were constantly blocked by the relentless infected.
Cheng Jun temporarily ignored the parasitic rat, gritted her teeth, and started shooting continuously to prevent them, but she could only cover one side.
Shen Yi kept turning the steering wheel, trying to squeeze out a path.
The glass in the front and back seats was being pounded, making one worry it would shatter at any moment.
The speed gradually slowed, and Cheng Jun discarded the last magazine.
Shen Yi's heart seemed to leap out of his chest.
He thought this journey probably wouldn't last much longer.
Perhaps it was a hallucination from mental strain, but Shen Yi seemed to hear the sound of helicopter blades.
The next moment, a huge wind pressure hit.
Cheng Jun wept with joy, pulling Shen Yi's arm and saying:
"The rescue is here, we're saved!"

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.”

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!

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."

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?"