"Xiyan!"
In that critical moment, Chen Shuo swiftly caught Su Xiyan as she fell.
However, unable to maintain his balance, Chen Shuo also stumbled and fell. As they went down, he managed to twist their positions mid-fall.
"Thud!"
As they hit the ground, Chen Shuo felt a sharp pain in his back.
"Huff!"
Chen Shuo let out a heavy breath. After carefully checking, he found that Su Xiyan had no injuries, which finally put his mind at ease.
Just as Chen Shuo was about to help Su Xiyan up from the ground, something caught his attention.
Where there had been no exit on his side before, now there was an open door.
A cold, sinister energy emanated from within the doorway, its immense power surprising even Chen Shuo.
How could it be this intense?
After helping Su Xiyan up and finding her a place to sit, he approached the door. The cold energy emanating from within spoke of great power.
Just as he had suspected, this secret cave wasn't created by Demon King Xiao Mingchen.
He hadn't realized it before, but someone else was behind this place's creation.
Sensing the powerful protective forces, Chen Shuo stepped inside.
A tremendous force crashed toward him like a tidal wave, but Chen Shuo merely flicked his sleeve, instantly dissipating the seemingly overwhelming energy.
This was a specially set barrier - anyone without proper authorization who tried to enter would perish instantly.
At least, that would be true for anyone below Demon King level, but Chen Shuo's power was far beyond what this barrier could handle.
For such a modest place to have such powerful protections, there must be many secrets hidden within.
With this thought in mind, Chen Shuo continued forward.
There was nothing else inside except for a massive stone coffin in the vast space. Complex runes were carved into its surface.
Precious gems adorned its edges, giving it both an extravagant and ancient appearance.
The sight alone commanded reverence - ordinary vampires would likely fall to their knees just looking at it.
However, someone of Chen Shuo's caliber could maintain his composure in the face of such pressure.
It seemed the secret must lie within this stone coffin. With this speculation in mind, Chen Shuo approached it.
As he reached the coffin, the ambient energy suddenly intensified dramatically.
It seemed to be rejecting Chen Shuo, trying to force him away.
But against absolute power, all resistance was futile.
Chen Shuo merely circulated his internal cold energy and lightly touched the coffin. The previously surging energy immediately began to subside until it completely quieted down.
Taking advantage of this moment of calm, Chen Shuo grabbed the coffin, but just as he was about to uncover its secrets, a gloomy voice interrupted him.
"Who are you? Why have you intruded upon this place?"
Chen Shuo paused and turned to look at the speaker.
Even in the darkness, Chen Shuo could clearly see the figure - a one-eyed man with a half-foot wide, worm-like scar on his face. Pus oozed from the wound along with fresh blood.
The sight alone was nauseating, and viscous fluid dripped from around his body, causing chemical reactions wherever it hit the ground.
Chen Shuo observed all this, particularly noting how the fluid corroded the ground where it fell.
The drops sizzled as they hit the ground, releasing faintly poisonous fumes.
This was the first time Chen Shuo had encountered such a vampire. Without hesitation, he opened his system interface and performed a complete scan.
[Name: Sang Biao]
[Race: Vampire (Mutant type, contains deadly poison)]
[Level: Demon King]
[Personality: Blood-thirsty and violent, grows stronger when enraged]
Well, well, a being that grows stronger with challenge. Chen Shuo couldn't help but marvel at this system analysis.
What surprised him more was finding another Demon King in this place.
He wondered why this Demon King hadn't appeared when Xiao Mingchen showed up earlier.
Perhaps this Demon King served a different purpose? His unique characteristics certainly intrigued Chen Shuo.
A mutant type - this was something beyond his current knowledge.
The only mutation he knew of was his own, granted by the system, which allowed him to exist without drinking blood.
But this Sang Biao's mutation was entirely physical, dramatically increasing his potential strength.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that despite being only at the Demon King level, if Sang Biao went all out, even a half-step Demon Saint might not be his match.
"You have three seconds to remove your filthy hands!"
Sang Biao roared, viscous fluid dripping from his mouth onto the ground, causing more smoke to rise.
Sensing the other's rage, Chen Shuo remained unmoved.
No matter how strong, he was still merely an ant. Chen Shuo didn't want to waste too much time with such an insect.
Originally, Chen Shuo had considered transferring Sang Biao's experience to Su Xiyan, but she was currently unconscious.
Moreover, this creature was highly dangerous - one wrong move could harm Su Xiyan.
After considering various factors, Chen Shuo decided to eliminate him on the spot.
With this thought, Chen Shuo's invisible pressure enveloped the surroundings.
He simply raised his hand and pressed downward forcefully.
A shriek rang out as Sang Biao collapsed to his knees in agony.
Sang Biao couldn't understand what had happened. In just one moment, before he could even act, he had lost all ability to resist.
"Who... who exactly are you?!"
Sang Biao shouted in rage, desperately trying to break free from Chen Shuo's pressure, but no matter how much he struggled, he remained helpless on the ground like a dog.
"You don't need to know who I am. I'm keeping you alive only because I want to know who you are, why you're here, and what secrets this place holds."
Chen Shuo asked coldly, sitting on the stone coffin while gradually increasing the pressure.
With each increase in pressure, Sang Biao's suffering intensified, and the poisonous fluid secreted from his body corroded the ground more severely.
"You... you won't get any information from me."
Sang Biao persisted through gritted teeth. Even as blood vessels burst in his eyes, he continued resisting Chen Shuo's pressure.
He couldn't fathom what kind of power could render him so helpless.
Such strength reminded him of his master... Could it be that this person before him possessed power equal to his master's?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
