Chapter 10
Arriving in Beijing.
City center.
In the center of the entire city stood a towering skyscraper, piercing into the clouds.
Standing at the top of the building, one could overlook the entire city.
Seeing this majestic structure, Wang Ye couldn't help but twitch his mouth corner. Seeing Sun Qian's proud introduction, he was completely speechless.
If he remembered correctly, the headquarters of Tian Group, also this skyscraper, would have a grade A spiritual event in about three years.
Because this building...
Was so tall that the people upstairs had no time to escape at all.
Many died.
After that, Tian Group learned its lesson and changed to row houses instead...
Entering the building, the spacious first floor only had a simple front desk, where a pretty girl greeted them with a smile.
"You must be Wang Ye?"
Wang Ye nodded lightly.
"I have received the Minister's notice to take you to the assessment. Please come with me." The girl had a professional smile and said.
She then opened the elevator and pressed the button for the 13th floor.
"Good luck. I will not be responsible for what comes next." Sun Qian stood at the elevator and smiled at Wang Ye, then left.
As the girl left, the 13th floor became completely quiet.
A chill crept in, and Wang Ye frowned slightly.
A B-rank assessment task was to independently seal a lone ghost? The difficulty was a bit high.
Given the current level of espers, most could not seal ghosts alone, but worked in small teams instead.
Tian Group was overestimating itself a little too much.
And Tian Group seemed a bit too bold, to actually release a ghost in their headquarters. Any mistake could lead to severe losses.
Unknowingly, the lights seemed to be affected by the magnetic field, flickering uncertainly.
"It's starting."
Sensing the changing atmosphere, Wang Ye murmured.
A linen rope slid out from his left sleeve into his hand.
On his right hand index and middle fingers, a golden needle made entirely of gold appeared at some point.
After making sufficient preparations, Wang Ye did not act immediately, but instead stood in place as if waiting for something.
Before figuring out the ghost's killing pattern, any extra action could cost his life.
...
"This young man is quite calm."
Behind the huge screen, a middle-aged man nodded unconsciously as he watched Wang Ye.
Staying calm in crisis, his mentality was decent.
"But after all he is an ordinary person. Do you really think he can seal a ghost alone? Even if it is an engineered ghost."
Beside the middle-aged man, a young man with long flowing hair frowned, his eyes full of doubt.
"Heh, why force him to be able to seal the ghost? After all this is just an assessment, not a mission, right?" The middle-aged man chuckled.
The young man's eyes were deep, and he said no more.
...
Three minutes later.
Other than feeling a bit chilled, Wang Ye had no other anomalies.
"Is it hiding?"
"Or have I not triggered its killing pattern?"
Wang Ye frowned, surveying his surroundings under the flickering lights.
"Looks like waiting idly won't work..."
Wang Ye's mouth hooked into a strange smile. Indeed, such an assessment wouldn't be so simple. In that case, why not take the initiative to attack?
In his previous life, he had always believed in this principle...
As long as you grasp the ghost's killing pattern, even an ordinary person can easily contain it.
Of course...
For unsolvable ones, and those that kill indiscriminately...
One could only pray to live a while longer.
Wang Ye walked forward slowly, but no matter how he walked, he remained firmly in the spacious central area.
Leaning against walls and such...
That was like asking to die.
He might not even know when the ghost appeared and attacked, dying inexplicably.
But what Wang Ye didn't notice was...
As he walked forward, his shadow remained eerily in its original spot, shaking nonstop.
After a long while...
The shadow struggled and slowly rose from the ground, tilting its head as it watched Wang Ye's receding figure, then hid itself in the darkness and quietly followed.
"Nothing?"
After searching the entire floor, Wang Ye muttered.
That would make sense...
If it was a very aggressive ghost, then this assessment would be no different from murder.
But it seemed now that the most difficult part of this task was not the final sealing, but finding it.
Hide and seek?
Interesting.
A weird smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Foolish ordinary person."
The long-haired youth yawned boredly, having completely lost interest in Wang Ye.
In his perspective, Wang Ye was like an idiot, swaying around pointlessly.
"No, look closely."
The middle-aged man's mouth hooked into a smile. "It seems he has noticed something wrong already."
"It's barely been 10 minutes."
"I remember it took you about 30 minutes before you noticed something off in this assessment, right?"
The middle-aged man said, pointing at Wang Ye who had stopped moving on the screen.
"Hmph!" The long-haired youth snorted disdainfully, but his gaze returned to the screen.
...
"There are very few places to hide in the entire floor."
"So where is it..."
Wang Ye closed his eyes, picturing the floor plan in his mind, pondering continuously.
One minute later.
Wang Ye's eyes shot open, a smile floating at the corner of his mouth.
"Found you!"
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!
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.”
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
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?"
