Avatar 1: An underworld/extreme-path powerhouse who can transform into a hulking muscle titan Avatar 2: A chief disciple beloved and revered by countless people Avatar 3: A savior who annihilates demonic lords and evil gods to save all living beings Avatar 4: A demonic lord Avatar 5: An evil god
At the Sect Assembly, I casually pulled an ancient zither from my robe. The entire venue fell silent. Eldest Senior Brother asked in a trembling voice, "Is that... the Phoenix-Perch Zither that has been missing for a hundred years?" Remaining unfazed, I casually took a hairpin from my hair. Eldest Senior Sister screamed, "That's the divine artifact, the Qingwu Hairpin!" Later, the entire cultivation world was abuzz with rumors that Lin Zhiyue possessed a portable abode filled with countless ancient spiritual tools and even divine artifacts. Only Lin Zhiyue knew that these outfits were just fashions provided by her system. Today she wanted to wear Mist-shrouded Verdure; tomorrow, she would wear Flowing Fire and Scarlet Stars. As for the day after— The damn system suddenly popped up a window: [The limited-time card pool "Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens" is now open! Collect the full set to unlock flying special effects. Don't miss out!] I looked at the 48 pieces in the pool, along with the facial makeup and hairstyles that required spending money, and fell into deep thought.
Transmigrated as a destitute scholar, Chen Ning studied tirelessly with his heart set on traveling to the capital for the Imperial Examination. Only when he accidentally touched his maid's fox tail did he realize that this world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface! Fortunately, Chen Ning awakened the Confucian Saint System just in time, slaying demons and studying every day. [You studied the 《Analects》 and comprehended the Divine Ability: Purple Qi Protection] [You recited "Ode to Gallants" and comprehended the Divine Ability: Poem and Wine Sword Art] [You slayed the Demon King of Mount Shu and comprehended the Divine Ability: Nine-Word Mantra] Ten years later, when Chen Ning expounded the classics and preached the Dao to all living beings, his Noble Righteous Qi extended for over thirty thousand li, drawing divine phoenixes to perch on branches and Flood Dragons to emerge from the sea. "You say what I preach is wrong? Then take a strike from my sword first!" Buddhists, Daoists, and Demons: "Wait... you call this a Confucian Cultivator?"
The moment Jiang Lu opened her eyes, she discovered she had shrunk! You have to understand—she had been lucky enough to land a dream job with weekends off, no overtime, full social benefits, and a net monthly pay of seven thousand yuan. The single time she finally worked overtime, she actually transmigrated! Boo-hoo... Her perfect retirement job! A cheat? Nope! A system? Also no? Huh... wait a minute. The mole on her hand was actually a portable dimensional space, and she had even developed an insanely sharp sixth sense. Now that was a fantastic bargain! Still, she always felt this cultivation world was a bit bizarre. They were supposed to be pursuing immortality, so why were all these top prodigies obsessed with falling in love? One day, a fragile Little Junior Sister frames the Eldest Senior Sister; the next day, a green-tea Little Junior Sister romances her Master; and the day after that, some young senior brother shouts "Thirty years East, thirty years West, don't look down on a youth for being poor!" while building a massive harem. Turns out the cultivation world was totally unhinged! Well, crazy as it was, none of it had anything to do with her—if anything, it only worked to her advantage. Relying on her powerful sixth sense, she thrived effortlessly in the cultivation world. Yet as she coasted along, how on earth did she end up becoming an all-around powerhouse? She even became the only person to achieve ascension in ten thousand years!
Opening his eyes, Shen Xiuhan found himself a fisherman in Changyun County. Armed with the Daily Intelligence System, he braved the biting wind and frost, navigated the treacherous world, and silently forged ahead with his head down. [Intelligence 1: One li to the south, in the shallows of Xiaojing Bay, the Precious Fish "Silverback Fish" can be found.] [Intelligence 2: Three li to the north, in a hole covered by dry grass on the largest dead tree in the withered forest, lies the food hoarded by the Gold-Tailed Rat for the winter.] [Intelligence 3: Three li to the southeast, in the back courtyard of the Tongbei Martial Arts Hall in the Inner City of Changyun County, the original copy of the Huajin-level stance work "Tongbei Stance" is kept.] [Intelligence 4: Six kilometers to the southwest, in the depths of Cloudwater Lake, lie the relics and legacy of a core disciple of the Diaohai Pavilion...] By the time he suddenly looked back, he realized that, before he knew it, he had risen from a lowly fisherman to a Daoist Monarch of the Martial Dao who solely wielded ten thousand laws!
Transmigrating into the cultivation world, Su Yueli found herself completely devoid of Bone Talent, forever barred from the immortal path. After saving a martial artist by chance, she took him as her master and stepped onto the martial path. Without talent, she would simply practice over and over again! Time flew, and the world changed. Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, yet Su Yueli found that her appearance had not changed at all. She, it seemed, had achieved longevity. But with a male soul in a female body, Su Yueli could neither marry a wife, take a husband, nor fall in love. Thus, she could only throw herself entirely into the martial path. As eras shifted and years rolled by, even the weeds on her master's grave had somehow cultivated enough to take on human form. As old friends withered away one by one, Su Yueli finally realized that longevity was a sort of curse. The only thing that would ever keep her company was the wind from her fists. Countless millennia later, when the Immortal Venerables of the Nine Heavens unleashed their sky-covering magic treasures, treating all living things like straw dogs, a young girl with not a single trace of spiritual energy stepped up into the Nine Heavens and casually threw a punch. In an instant, blood qi roared, the void collapsed, and the gods and Buddhas beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, along with their arrogance, were thoroughly and physically delivered to the afterlife by this single punch. "My name is Su Yueli, just an ordinary mortal martial artist." "Today, we only talk physics, not immortal spells."
Xue Mingzhao transmigrated into a cultivation novel. The good news: She didn't transmigrate as the vicious female villain. The bad news: She didn't transmigrate as the female lead either. The even worse news: She transmigrated in her physical body—without a backer, without cultivation, to the point where even a stray dog on the street could wipe the floor with her. To survive, she decided to leech off the female lead's opportunities and secure a place to stay. Instead of leeching any opportunities, however, she ended up joining the dirt-poor Grand Primordium Sect. The sect was penniless, with spiritual energy so thin even a dog would turn its nose up at it. Oh well, since she was already here. The female lead's big opportunity? Snatched. The female villain's treasure? Swiped. The male lead's secret treasure? Sorry, first come, first served. Eventually, the sect turned its fortunes around, and her senior brothers and sisters all made a name for themselves. Just when she thought she could finally kick back and relax, the true secrets of this world began to surface. Only then did Xue Mingzhao realize— Her arrival in this world was no accident at all. Looking at her fellow disciples standing behind her, Xue Mingzhao rolled up her sleeves: Alright then, guess I'll save the world while I'm at it.
Chen Zui transmigrated into a chaotic world of martial arts. He awakened a bizarre system: The only way to become stronger was to meddle in other people's business. And so, this world gained a loafer carrying a long spear, sticking his nose into everyone's affairs everywhere he went. When two peerless sword immortals engaged in a decisive duel, Chen Zui strolled slowly onto the battlefield. "My apologies, I'm just here to deliver a message for someone. Please, carry on." When a generation's Female Prime Minister tried to persuade him to stay, Chen Zui said, "The landscape and moonlight have no permanent master; whoever is at leisure is their master." ... At the desolate borderlands during the decisive battle between the Human and Demon Races, Chen Zui floated high above the battlefield, spear in hand, and stretched lazily. "My, my... this piece of business I'm meddling in is really quite big, isn't it?"
Yun Shu, equipped with a Dress-Up System, transmigrated into a novel set in a chaotic era. In the final years of the Yong Dynasty, natural disasters struck repeatedly, and the dead from starvation littered the roads. She put on the starter outfit gifted by the system — "Scent of Plain Snow" — which came with the skill "Infinite White Porridge." The system wanted her to romance the male lead, Shen Jue. Instead, she set off on a journey of playing god. With her superb acting skills, the moment she appeared, she shocked everyone. Refugees scrambled to become her believers, building her a Divine Lady temple. Day One: Hearing that a "Divine Lady" had descended to bestow porridge, Shen Jue scoffed, dismissing it as just another sorcerer's trick to swindle and fool the common people. Day Two: Seeing the refugees fleeing alongside him all drinking white porridge, while he himself — being hunted and forced to gnaw on tree bark — felt his worldview shatter. Day Three: Shen Jue knelt every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, begging with utmost sincerity for the Divine Lady to emerge and save the world's suffering people. After that: When the harvest failed entirely, the Divine Lady waved her delicate hand and bestowed a divine seed, ensuring every household had surplus grain — never again would anyone starve to death. When plague ravaged the land, the Divine Lady held up a celestial herb, enlightening the masses and passing down a heavenly scripture for healing the sick and saving lives. When a great drought struck, the Divine Lady, moved by the people's suffering, donned feathered robes and performed a breathtaking dance atop a high platform, summoning torrential rains... From then on, peace reigned across the land. The people lived in prosperity and contentment, and the Divine Lady's name spread across the realm, her believers everywhere. The system, watching its own host max out not just the male lead's favorability, but the favorability of everyone in the entire world, asked: "Is this... normal?" Yun Shu smiled. "Basic moves. Don't overreact."
"What? Joining Tianyun Peak means I'll die?" "No way, I'm going to a different peak." Having transmigrated into a book, Wang Xuanyi learned that he would meet his demise if he joined Tianyun Peak, so he decisively turned right around and joined Tianzhu Peak instead. Even though Tianyun Peak was teeming with countless beauties, he dared not set foot there. As the saying goes, the beauties belong to the protagonist. Why would a minor supporting character get mixed up in that—unless he has a death wish? An aloof, breathtaking master, a haughty eldest senior sister, a gentle and considerate second senior sister, a petite and delicate junior sister, an adorable youngest junior sister... Sorry, Old Wang doesn't need any of that. He thought having an old geezer who loved alcohol like his own life and an obedient little Martial Junior Brother on Tianzhu Peak would be plenty. Until many years later...
After being blown to death, Li Nanzhu transmigrates into a beloved “group pampering” novel—as nothing more than a cannon-fodder female supporting character. She thought she was already unlucky enough, only to discover that the sect she randomly joined is actually a gathering place for villains! But what does that have to do with someone like her—someone who just wants to die? Every time she thinks about giving up and rotting away to death, someone always reaches out and pulls her back from the pain. “Why? Why choose me?” “We chose you—because it’s you.” “The sky won’t fall. Someone will always hold it up for you.” Live on. Only by living do you earn the right to become the strongest. Whether it’s redeeming others or redeeming yourself, only by standing at the very peak of the clouds do you gain the right to pursue the truth. And those youths who refused to believe in fate etched their laughter into her destiny, branding warmth into her Dao heart. Even after a thousand years of wind and snow pass—when she looks back, the laughter carved into her fate still echoes through the ages.
She became a green serpent, gliding through the waters by the Wei River, thinking that this life would pass in muddled obscurity. Then, one day, someone hauled her out of the water. The one who took her embroidered her into a totem, carried her into battle across all directions, adorning her with the traits of many tribal totems! From that moment on, the fate of the snake was bound to this land. Five thousand towering years! I have seen many people, I have seen many events. I have watched kings and ministers ascend the stage, and I have watched flowers fall, helpless against fate. I was the foremost contributor to the fall of Shang, the teacher of the First Emperor, a guest of Emperor Wu of Han, a friend of the Crouching Dragon. I witnessed the elegance of Wei and Jin, I beheld the grandeur of the High Tang. I heard the many graces of the Two Song dynasties, I sighed that Yongle was not truly Yongle. The totem raised by the Wei River is me, and the symbol of the Heaven-ordained Son will also be me! What? You ask who I am? My name is Qing Nu—Shaodian Qing Nu. Just a snake who longs to become a dragon.