With each step forward, a pressure like Mount Tai pressing down gathered from all around.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Chen Shuo's legs had already begun to tremble, sweat pouring down like rain. His body was bending under the mountain-like pressure.
Despite this, Chen Shuo still gritted his teeth and persevered, his eyes fixed firmly ahead at this moment.
No matter how difficult the path, he would face the challenge head-on.
It was this unshakeable determination that allowed him to take the fourth step.
"Boom!"
A thunderous roar struck deep into Chen Shuo's soul. This fourth step was no longer just a physical burden, but more a torment from within his spirit.
This was beyond Chen Shuo's expectations; he had never imagined that a Demon Hunter of the Legendary Realm would possess such power.
Not only could they manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but they could also induce changes in the world around them.
This pressure, like great mountains pressing down, came from the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Taking another step upward, Chen Shuo's form was already swaying, the mental assault far surpassing ordinary physical torture.
If physical torture was a lake, then mental torture was an ocean.
Waves of mental attacks crashed over him like a tempest, each one causing Chen Shuo's spirit to tremble.
After several attempts to endure, Chen Shuo had reached his limit.
Another violent assault hit, and Chen Shuo felt a sweet taste in his throat.
"Puff!"
A mist of blood sprayed out, tracing an arc in the sky. At this moment, Chen Shuo finally couldn't hold on any longer.
He fell to one knee, his face ashen. This was the limit of his body. If he hadn't already reached the level of Demon Saint, with a physical strength far beyond the ordinary, he would have likely turned to ash under this powerful pressure long ago.
Chen Shuo revealed a bitter smile, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. After a few dry coughs, he felt as if his lungs were about to explode.
The reason for his struggle was not just that he wasn't using his power to resist, but more importantly, he had to divide his attention to suppress his power from automatically defending him.
It was the combination of these two factors that made Chen Shuo suffer so much.
"Retreat. If you continue like this, you'll only turn to dust. Considering you're the son-in-law of the Su Family, I'll pretend I didn't see you. This is already a concession on my part."
Just as Chen Shuo was trying to stand up again, a deep and resonant voice came from all directions.
Chen Shuo knew this was Elder Xu's voice. He also understood that such defenses on the staircase were meant to discourage him from proceeding.
In this regard, Elder Xu wasn't as devoid of humanity as rumors suggested. This realization gave Chen Shuo a bit more confidence.
He believed that if he could successfully climb up, there would be hope for negotiation.
At least for now, the other party was aware of his identity. In the past, they would have surely killed him outright.
But even now, when he had almost lost the ability to resist, the other party still hadn't struck.
This indicated their attitude, and it was this small detail that gradually strengthened Chen Shuo's resolve.
Ignoring the other's words, Chen Shuo struggled to his feet on his own. With each upward movement, Chen Shuo could feel as if mountains were falling from the sky.
Each impact bent his back a little more.
But Chen Shuo didn't give up. For every inch he bent, he forced himself to straighten up twice as much.
Blood trickled steadily from the corner of Chen Shuo's mouth, soaking his clothes and wetting the steps.
"Why bother? Doing this will only lead to your demise."
The voice sounded again, this time with a hint of pity.
"I've made my choice, so I won't turn back!"
Chen Shuo roared out, and though weak, at this moment his voice was powerful and resolute.
This was his belief, this was his persistence.
Driven by his immense willpower, Chen Shuo once again stepped forward. One step, two steps...
With each step forward, Chen Shuo's expression twisted more, the powerful pressure further distorting his form.
"Give up, there won't be a good outcome..."
"Give up, you won't suffer if you give up..."
"Give up, the way back is always easier..."
Voices urging him to give up filled Chen Shuo's ears like demonic whispers, frantically surrounding him.
Chen Shuo clenched his teeth, his hands tightly fisted, nails digging into his flesh. Even as his skin split and flesh tore, Chen Shuo didn't loosen his grip one bit.
Once he had decided on something, no one could change it. No matter how many voices, how much persuasion, at this moment they all became things that strengthened Chen Shuo's resolve.
With his blood surging, Chen Shuo pressed forward relying solely on willpower.
Although each step made Chen Shuo's body struggle under the burden, even causing him to fall repeatedly, he never gave up or retreated.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Shuo no longer had his handsome and dashing appearance. All that remained was a body covered in blood, clothes stained a brownish-purple red.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he looked like a beggar from the outside world.
His sunken, darkened eyes stared blankly at the last step ahead. What should have been just twenty steps had taken him nearly two hours.
Finally, finally, it was the crucial moment of victory. As long as he took this last step, then... then everything would be successful.
Lying on the ground, Chen Shuo had lost all physical sensation and even the ability to move his body.
"Just one step, one step..."
Chen Shuo mumbled, his eyes unfocused. Even in this state, he still managed to take that final step through sheer force of will.
"A little bit, just a little bit more..."
Chen Shuo persevered, gritting his teeth. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. At this point, he couldn't see anything clearly, his vision obscured by blood and sweat.
Just as his foot touched down, his overstrained body finally gave out.
His vision went black, his body tilted, and he fell straight down.
Just as his face was about to hit the ground, a figure appeared where he was falling and caught him.
"Ah, this is fate!"
"Drip, drip, drip..."
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Shuo regained consciousness to the sound of dripping. Although his body felt heavy, he tried to sit up immediately.
The tearing pain throughout his body prevented him from moving even a little. After sucking in a cold breath, he was finally able to slowly open his heavy eyelids.
When he saw his surroundings again, he was a bit dazed.
He wasn't in the Su Family residence, but in his own room.
Right beside his bed, Su Xiyan was sleeping quietly, her head resting on the edge.
"What's going on? I... wasn't I at the Su Family house? How did I..." Chen Shuo tried hard to recall what had happened, but no matter how he tried to remember, his mind was blank. All he could recall was the scene of him struggling to climb those steps.

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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.”