Demons Besiege the City, Sign-in to Ninth-Rank Martial Saint Peak Cultivation!

Demon Siege, Sign-in for Ninth-Rank Martial Saint Peak Cultivation! "What are you still standing there for? Get up there!"

A hoarse, brutal roar exploded in Lin Changqing's ears.

Immediately after, a rough, thick hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, hoisting him off the ground as if he were a chick.

"Get up there? Get up where?"

Lin Changqing opened his eyes in a daze.

What met his gaze was a face full of flabby, coarse flesh, with a pair of copper-bell-sized eyes glaring viciously at him.

"Where do you think?! Get up to the city wall!"

The officer shoved a rusted spear into Lin Changqing's hands and kicked him in the backside.

"Get moving! The demons are about to attack the city, and we're short on men on the walls!"

Lin Changqing stumbled forward two steps, his mind still a complete mess.

Where was this? What had happened?

Wasn't he just staying up late playing games in his rental apartment? How did he end up in this godforsaken place the moment he opened his eyes?

Just as he stood there stunned, a massive influx of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind like a bursting dam.

The intense, stabbing pain nearly made him collapse to the ground.

He gripped the crenellations of the city wall, panting heavily, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

It took a full ten seconds for him to digest these memories.

The Heavenly Martial Continent was an ancient, high-martial world a hundred times larger than Blue Star, where dynasties and sects stood in great numbers.

Martial artists were supreme, and demons ran rampant.

It was said that tens of thousands of years ago, humans and demons were two races of the same world, but after an ancient war, the demons were sealed away in the Demon Realm.

In the last millennium, the seal had begun to loosen, and the demons had gradually started their invasion.

The original owner of this body was a refugee who had escaped from a village slaughtered by demons. He had managed to reach Qingshi County three days ago, thinking he could finally catch his breath.

As it turned out, after the demons finished slaughtering the nearby villages, they not only routed the local garrison but also directly surrounded the county seat!

The City Guard Army, short on manpower, had grabbed refugees like him and forced them into service as conscripts without a second thought.

So I transmigrated, and I transmigrated into a piece of cannon fodder?

Lin Changqing looked down at himself.

He wore a tattered suit of armor, with several holes revealing his thin, frail body underneath.

In his hand was a rusted spear with a dull tip.

He had no cultivation whatsoever, not even a First-Rank Martial Artist; he was standard cannon fodder.

In his past life, he was just an ordinary person working a nine-to-five, whose biggest worry was what to have for lunch.

Now, he was expected to take this rusted spear and hack at demons?

Wasn't this a joke!

What kind of situation is this...

Lin Changqing wiped his face. The current situation was a textbook hellish start.

Other transmigrators: scions of noble families, cultivation geniuses, equipped with pills and beauties, or at the very least, they had an old master in their pocket who could save their lives at a critical moment.

And him: a refugee conscripted to defend a city at the start.

It was just... you know what I mean.

Just then.

"ROAR!!!"

A heaven-shaking roar came from outside the city.

Lin Changqing subconsciously looked toward the outside of the city, and then his entire body froze.

The black, surging army of demons was endless!

Those monsters were the size of oxen, their bodies covered in raging demonic energy, their eyes glowing with red light, fangs bared.

Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, corroding small pits into the ground.

At a rough estimate, there were at least tens of thousands of them!

As for those defending the city walls, aside from a small number of elite remnants who had been surrounded while trying to wipe out the demon army, most were just conscripts or the old, weak, sick, and disabled who had been forcibly dragged there.

Every face was etched with fear.

Some couldn't even hold their weapons steady, their hands shaking like a sieve.

"The number of this demon tide is at least thirty thousand..." a hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Lin Changqing turned to see an old soldier with graying hair, his cloudy eyes fixed on the outside of the city, his lips trembling.

"We only have three thousand defenders, and fewer than fifteen hundred are actually capable of fighting. Those newly conscripted refugees can't even hold a blade steady."

The old soldier's gaze landed on Lin Changqing, as if he could tell that he, too, had been conscripted by force.

He sighed and patted Lin Changqing on the shoulder.

"Kid, when the demons attack the city later... hide behind the battlements."

"Don't poke your head out; live as long as you can."

Lin Changqing nodded blankly, his throat too dry to speak.

Just then, a blood-soaked soldier rushed onto the city wall. "General! The nearby Demon Suppressing Division stronghold has also been attacked by demons!"

"The fastest reinforcements can arrive is in three days!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it exploded across the city wall like a thunderclap.

Three days?

Every soldier froze.

The general in charge of defending the city turned ashen, the veins on his hand gripping his blade bulging.

He only possessed the cultivation of a Fourth Rank martial artist.

And the county magistrate, who was at the same level as him, had been assassinated by demons that infiltrated the city just a few hours ago.

In the army of demons outside the city, there were several Fifth-Order Demons alone!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been defeated so miserably.

In this situation, without reinforcements, let alone three days, they wouldn't even last three hours...

Hearing this terrible news, Lin Changqing scanned his surroundings.

The city wall was surrounded by the demon army like an iron barrel, packed so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

Their retreat was completely cut off.

Even if he wanted to run, there was nowhere to go.

Where is the standard system for a transmigrator? At the very least, give me a golden finger or an old man in a ring!

Did my system get sent to the wrong person...

As Lin Changqing's mind wandered, the demon army outside the city moved.

Amidst earth-shaking roars, a black tide of demons surged toward the city wall.

The ground itself was trembling.

"Fire arrows!"

The general roared his command.

A sparse rain of arrows flew out, most of them bouncing off the demons' tough hides.

They couldn't cause any real damage at all.

The demons reached the base of the wall and began to climb, their sharp claws digging into the crevices of the masonry as they scurried up like geckos.

"Prepare for combat!"

Lin Changqing gripped his rusted spear, his palms slick with sweat.

He watched the soldiers falling one after another on the wall, his mind buzzing, hoping the armor on his body would protect him.

The old soldier beside him suddenly gave him a shove.

"Kid, stay hidden..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A black shadow flashed by.

The old soldier's body was pierced by a bone spike, pinning him to the city wall.

Fresh blood splattered across Lin Changqing's face.

Warm and metallic.

Lin Changqing's pupils contracted sharply, his mind going blank.

He stared at the old soldier's wide-open eyes, then at the body pinned to the wall.

His hands began to tremble violently; death... was this close.

His blood ran cold.

A demon leaped onto the wall, its scarlet eyes locking onto him, its blood-drenched maw opening as a foul stench washed over him.

It was over, truly over; he hadn't even thought of his last words.

And just as the demon lunged forward.

["Ding!"]

A crisp notification sound exploded in Lin Changqing's mind.

["Binding 100% complete. Congratulations to the host for binding the Sign-in System!"]

["System functions: The host may sign in once every month, with no restrictions on time or location. Signing in grants a random reward!"]

["Additionally, random tasks will trigger at irregular intervals. Completing them grants extra rewards, including but not limited to cultivation, techniques, divine weapons, pills, and rare treasures..."]

["Does the host wish to sign in immediately?"]

Lin Changqing froze for a tenth of a second.

A system! He had a system!

Damn it, it's finally here! I thought this system got lost!

So it was just binding this whole time!

"Sign in! Immediately! Right now!" Lin Changqing roared in his mind. Whether he could survive or not depended on this system!

["Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in! Obtained: Ninth-Rank Martial Saint Peak cultivation (including complete realm insights, physical reinforcement, and Spiritual Power resonance)."]

Ninth-Rank Martial Saint Peak?!

Lin Changqing's brain exploded all over again.

According to the original owner's memories, the ranks of martial artists on the Heavenly Martial Continent were divided from low to high into First-Rank through Ninth-Rank martial artists.

The Seventh Rank was called a Grandmaster, the Eighth Rank was called a Great Grandmaster, and the Ninth Rank... was called a Martial Saint!

The most elite existences on the entire continent were Martial Saints!

Each realm was further divided into four minor stages: early, middle, late, and peak.

This system... it really does love me!

Lin Changqing was so excited he almost cried.

It turns out that scare wasn't for nothing; the system was saving up for a big one!

The suffering is over, and now it's time for the reward.

"Confirm claim!"

Lin Changqing chanted silently in his heart.

The next instant.

A force so immense it defied description surged into his body!

His meridians expanded, his bones were reshaped, his blood boiled, every muscle fiber cheered, and every inch of his skin breathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Beneath his tattered armor, his body was undergoing a world-shaking transformation.

"BOOM!!!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Lin Changqing, sweeping outward with him at the center.

The sky changed color, and the clouds shattered!

Spiritual energy from a hundred miles around surged madly, forming a massive vortex above his head.

Purple Gold light shone from within his body, illuminating the entire city wall.

The demons charging the wall suddenly stopped, and those climbing the ramparts froze in place.

All the demons began to tremble violently, as if they had encountered something unimaginably terrifying!

A Fifth-Order Demon's legs went weak.

"Thump!" It knelt down.

Then a second, a third... swaths of demons collapsed to the ground.

Whimpering cries escaped their throats, and their bodies shook like leaves in the wind.

The soldiers fighting for their lives on the wall were all stunned.

The general's sword nearly slipped from his hand.

He stared blankly at Lin Changqing and the spiritual energy vortex high above—a phenomenon exclusive to a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint—his lips trembling violently as he muttered, "This, this is... a Ninth-Rank Martial Saint?!"

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, Lin Changqing slowly opened his eyes, feeling the incredibly surging power within him.

Is this... the power of a Martial Saint Peak?

Lin Changqing clenched his fist, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.

From fear to despair, then to the system's arrival and an instant ascent to the heavens.

This feeling of going from hell to heaven is damn exhilarating!

Lin Changqing looked up at the tens of thousands of demons outside the city; he felt embarrassed about how pathetic he had looked earlier.

But it didn't matter.

Now, it was their turn to be afraid!

Lin Changqing's figure flickered, and he appeared directly in the high air outside the city wall.

He stood in the void, his robes fluttering.

The tattered armor on his body rattled in the wind, but the aura he exuded made the tens of thousands of demons afraid to even lift their heads.

Lin Changqing looked down at the demon army below, a faint, mocking smile on his face.

"Playtime... is over!"