Boom! Boom! Boom!
A pale blue light surged forward rapidly.
At the same time, a chilling cold spread throughout the cave.
"Brother Ye, are you sure this will work?"
Liu Han looked at the three explosion talismans in Ye Wangchuan's hand, his expression filled with doubt.
Although the talismans crafted by the Third Elder of the Ye family were indeed powerful...
But could the talismans that Ye Wangchuan could activate really compare to a third-level divine ability?
"Don't worry."
Ye Wangchuan remained completely calm as he quickly wrapped the three talismans around a stone.
Then, he hurled the stone directly toward the icy blue light!
The force of the second-level power erupted, and the stone shot toward the light like a bullet!
Just as the two were about to collide, Li Luo's mind stirred.
In an instant, the three talismans glowed red!
"Get behind the stone."
Ye Wangchuan decisively pulled the others behind a large rock.
Just as Liu Han was filled with doubt...
Boom!!!!
Boom!!!!
Boom!!!!
Three earth-shattering explosions rang out.
The deafening noise reverberated endlessly within the narrow cave.
A burst of flames pierced through the blue light and shot toward the third-level giant snake!
The explosion talismans dealt fire-based damage.
And the blue light spat out by the giant snake was primarily composed of icy wind.
Naturally, it couldn't withstand the flames.
As the raging flames surged forward...
The giant snake, which had been spitting out its divine ability, froze in place.
In the next moment, it began to feel a searing heat.
And this heat was growing more intense by the second!
"Hiss—!"
The scorched snake finally reacted and immediately turned to burrow into the stone wall!
But unfortunately, the explosion spread too quickly.
Boom!!!!
Boom!!!!
The entire cave instantly collapsed under the force of the explosion talismans.
The ground beneath Ye Wangchuan and the others also gave way!
The three of them immediately began to plummet downward!
Ye Wangchuan quickly pulled out a spear and stabbed it into the remaining section of the stone wall, using his other hand to grab hold of Li Luo.
As for Liu Han, there was nothing he could do.
Ye Wangchuan simply didn't have a free hand to save him.
But Ye Wangchuan wasn't too worried. Falling into an abyss was a common trope for protagonists in novels.
Liu Han, being a child of destiny, couldn't possibly die from a fall!
As for saving Li Luo, it was just a way to earn some goodwill and make it easier to take advantage of him later.
Ye Wangchuan controlled his strength, allowing himself to slide slowly down the stone wall into the bottomless abyss.
There was bound to be some great opportunity down there!
...
...
Just as Ye Wangchuan had predicted.
Liu Han, falling from a great height, didn't feel any pain upon landing.
He looked down in confusion and found himself in a vast, white underground snowfield.
The snow on the ground was made of some unknown material, incredibly soft, allowing him to survive the fall unscathed.
Moreover, the snow glowed, illuminating the area as brightly as daylight, even deep underground.
Liu Han shivered uncontrollably.
It was cold. Too cold.
The temperature in this snowfield was around minus thirty degrees Celsius.
Liu Han, an ordinary person whose cultivation hadn't even reached the first level, naturally found it difficult to withstand such extreme cold.
He looked around, trying to find a place to shelter from the cold while waiting for Brother Ye to rescue him.
The snowfield stretched endlessly in all directions.
As Liu Han scanned the area, he suddenly noticed something resembling an altar several hundred meters away.
Swish— Swish—
Liu Han had just taken a few steps toward the altar when...
Boom!
A massive, five-hundred-meter-long flesh-colored white grub fell from the sky!
Upon closer inspection, Liu Han realized it wasn't a grub.
It was the third-level giant snake from before!
The snake's body was covered in bloody wounds, its scales falling off in large patches, revealing cracked white bones beneath.
Its head was the most severely damaged, looking as though it had been roasted over a fire for three days and nights, with the flesh peeling away to expose the bone.
It lay on the ground, its body weakly rising and falling.
Liu Han was utterly shocked.
Were the explosion talismans Brother Ye used really that powerful?
Even a third-level beast could be so easily crippled!
At that moment, the giant snake on the ground noticed Liu Han.
Sensing that Liu Han had no spiritual energy in his body—that he was just a weakling whose cultivation hadn't even reached the second level—the snake arrogantly rose up and hissed at him.
"Hiss—!"
Liu Han panicked and immediately turned to run!
A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. He wasn't foolish enough to think he could fight the snake.
Although the front half of the snake was severely injured, its rear half had been hidden underground, and the explosion talismans had a limited range, so the rear half of the snake was relatively unharmed.
Boom—
The snake's tail swung toward Liu Han at an astonishing speed.
Meanwhile, Ye Wangchuan was slowly sliding down the stone wall.
Seeing the snake, now resembling a living racetrack, lunging toward Liu Han, Ye Wangchuan sighed helplessly.
He definitely wouldn't make it in time.
So...
Liu Han was about to unleash his hidden power!
As the massive snake tail bore down on him, Liu Han felt a wave of despair.
This is it. I'm done for.
Just then...
"Hmph! A mere snake dares to act so arrogantly! Watch as this old man destroys you!"
Old Qin's voice emerged from within Liu Han.
In the next moment...
Whoosh!
A necklace flew out from Liu Han's clothing.
On the necklace was a piece of jade.
The jade flashed with a green light, and a massive green hand emerged!
The hand was a thousand meters long, and compared to it, the third-level giant snake looked like a toothpick.
Tiny and insignificant!
"Die!"
With Old Qin's command, the hand slammed down, crushing the snake instantly!
The force of the hand's impact sent waves of snow flying across the snowfield!
After a moment, the green hand dissipated.
All that remained on the snowfield was a thousand-meter-long handprint and the twisted corpse of the giant snake.
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On the stone wall.
Li Luo stared dumbfounded at the scene.
Meanwhile, Ye Wangchuan began to analyze the situation.
Hmm? Does Liu Han have a hidden power-up? Or is there a powerful figure assisting him, like an old mentor?
Judging by Liu Han's slow progress over the past few weeks, not even reaching the first level, it's clear he doesn't have a system.
After all, he's just a native of this world.
Ye Wangchuan carefully observed the scene.
Suddenly, he noticed Liu Han walking over and retrieving a necklace he had spat out.
"Hmm... So it's an old mentor."
Ye Wangchuan confirmed the answer in his mind.
At the same time, he sighed inwardly.
If it's an old mentor, then he couldn't take this golden opportunity for himself.
After all, it's bound to its owner.
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?"
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.”
