Ye Fengwu stared at the fortune teller and said, "Let's get back to what we were talking about earlier. Why do you think my path ahead will be full of danger?"
The fortune teller straightened up and smiled, "You've already reached the pinnacle of the mortal world, but there are always people above people, and heavens above heavens. You can never predict what horrors might exist in this world, you could even call them monsters."
This wasn't the first time Ye Fengwu had heard someone say something like this. He knew this world was full of wonders - the warriors, the mutants of the West, he had even heard of the existence of vampires and werewolves.
These were things that appeared in movies and fairy tales.
The fortune teller spoke again, "Young man, I have a good affinity with you. Because of your friendliness towards me, I will give you a protective amulet that may help you evade disaster."
Ye Fengwu looked strange. Affinity? Friendly? Did he seem very friendly to him?
Slap!
Just as Ye Fengwu was thinking something was off with this fortune teller, he saw a blue object fall into his hand.
Looking down, he saw an exquisite blue jade pendant in his palm. One side of the pendant had a vivid image of a blue dragon, while the other side was engraved with a few cryptic characters.
Ye Fengwu had never seen such words before. They seemed to be a very ancient script.
Hmm!
Immediately after, Ye Fengwu's expression changed dramatically. When he gripped the jade pendant, he could clearly feel a deep force entering his body. This was too bizarre.
"What is this..." Ye Fengwu looked up at the fortune teller to ask, but his words trailed off as the fortune teller was nowhere to be seen.
Being able to disappear without Ye Fengwu noticing indicated this fortune teller was no ordinary man.
Suddenly, Ye Fengwu's gaze landed on the spot where the fortune teller had sat. There was...a yellow triangular object there.
Ye Fengwu picked it up and in an instant, his eyes narrowed: "A suppression talisman, it's him."
At this moment, Ye Fengwu finally guessed something about the fortune teller's identity. The suppression talisman in his hand was exactly the same as the one Jing Si carried. This meant the person who had helped suppress Jing Si's spirit world ghost seal five years ago was the fortune teller from earlier.
Ye Fengwu didn't like the fortune teller, he even felt hostile towards him, but he had saved Jing Si's life and now given Ye Fengwu a protective jade pendant.
He couldn't figure out the fortune teller's identity, but knew he was no enemy.
Beep!
At this moment, Ye Fengwu's phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw someone had emailed him.
Just as he was about to open it, a call came through.
"Fengwu, the situation is a bit troubling," came Chen Zuoshan's solemn voice over the phone.
Ye Fengwu's heart tightened as he quickly asked, "What happened?"
Chen Zuoshan sighed, "Did you look at the information?"
Ye Fengwu said, "I haven't had the chance yet."
Chen Zuoshan's tone became solemn again, "You should look at the information first, but let me warn you - the destination this time is very strange. Even those old monsters don't dare take risks, so think about it carefully."
Hearing this, Ye Fengwu frowned. He looked down at the suppression talisman in his hand, and had no hesitation about his decision. He asked, "Chief, do you know if any of those old monsters can draw suppression talismans?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zuoshan said, "Indeed there are some who can do it, but suppression talismans have lost their effectiveness. At most they can only suppress the spirit world ghost seal for ten to fifteen days."
A look of contemplation flashed across Ye Fengwu's eyes. He thought, could that fortune teller be one of the old monsters Chief Chen mentioned?
But now was clearly not the time to dwell on this. His blood could suppress the spirit world ghost seal for a month, and with the added suppression talisman, it could be extended by another ten plus days. That should be enough time for him to go anywhere in the world.
After that, Ye Fengwu hung up the phone.
At this moment, an extremely faint gust of wind suddenly sounded behind Ye Fengwu, and a trace of a delicate fragrance could be smelled. Without turning his head, he said, "I need to leave for some time. I'll leave them to you afterwards."
...
Twenty minutes later, on the fourth floor corridor of the Intensive Care Unit at Haihua Central Hospital, the originally quiet scene was suddenly disrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Immediately after, a mass of people surged into the corridor, at least a hundred in total.
The one leading them was Jiang Hao and Hunting Dog.
The massive group made many of the nearby patients' families evade in fear, even the nurses delivering medication and doctors examining patients kept far away, with frightened expressions on their faces.
At this time, Ma Zhilan had just walked out of Jing Si's ICU room, and came face-to-face with Jiang Hao and the crowd behind him.
Inevitably, Ma Zhilan's face paled in shock, and she nearly cried out.
Especially the scar on Jiang Hao's face, and the ferocity he exuded, her first impression was that these were definitely not good people.
"What are you doing? This is a hospital, you'll affect our ability to treat patients," said Ma Zhilan, though she feared these people, she still hardened herself to speak.
Jiang Hao indifferently said, "You treat your patients, we stand our post."
"Stand post!" Ma Zhilan looked at them suspiciously. Were they standing guard for someone? Could some underground kingpin be hospitalized here?
Just then, a man around sixty hurried over, followed by an elderly doctor - Old Mo who had diagnosed Jing Si with hypothermia.
The sixty year old man named Zheng Xingde was the dean of Haihua Central Hospital. Upon Jiang Hao's vehicles arriving at the parking lot, Zheng Xingde had already received the news, and rushed over worried about offending this underground magnate.
Zheng Xingde nodded and bowed as he approached Jiang Hao, an apprehensive smile on his face, "Brother Hao, you've brought so many people here, are you visiting a friend?"
Zheng Xingde was anxious inside, cursing himself for not knowing Brother Hao's friend was hospitalized, this was a perfect chance to curry favor.
Jiang Hao looked at Zheng Xingde, his tone still indifferent, "Yes, my big brother's daughter. From now on, seal off this floor. All patients move elsewhere, and only the attending physician can get near my big brother's daughter."
Hearing this, Zheng Xingde hurriedly nodded. Although it would bring the hospital much trouble, offending this big shot would be even more troublesome.
So Zheng Xingde turned to Old Mo and said, "Notify the families of all patients on this floor to move them to other wards, it must be done within an hour."
Just as Old Mo was about to carry it out, Ma Zhilan beside him frowned, "This won't do. Most patients here are in the ICU, moving them could worsen their conditions."
Ma Zhilan's words made Jiang Hao's brows sink heavily.
Beside him, Zheng Xingde's face turned deathly pale with fright. He quickly scolded, "Zhilan, follow orders!"
Ma Zhilan bit her lip, just as she was about to say something, Old Mo suddenly pulled her aside and said fearfully, "Dr. Ma, are you trying to get us killed? That's the underground kingpin East Dragon Overlord Hao. Do you want our hospital shut down?"
Upon hearing East Dragon Overlord, Ma Zhilan's expression clearly changed. Although only a doctor, she had heard many times about Haihua's two underground magnates, East Dragon Overlord and West Tiger Black Wind.
No one in all of Haihua wasn't apprehensive of them. No wonder even the dean was so obsequious.
But Ma Zhilan seemed to be a stubborn woman. Although afraid of these people, she still said, "No matter who you are, you've already disrupted our hospital's order. If you don't leave, I'll have to call the police."
Hearing the words "call the police", Zheng Xingde and Old Mo were scared witless. This girl had a death wish.
"Damn, looking for death."
One of the thugs cursed and slapped Ma Zhilan in the face.
Just then, the door of an intensive care unit opened suddenly, and an exquisitely beautiful figure appeared before everyone.
Seeing the exquisite beauty, the thug who was about to hit Ma Zhilan hurriedly withdrew his arm and stood respectfully.
"What are you doing? Do you know this is a hospital?" A slightly cold voice came from the exquisite beauty. Her eyes showed no fear, only a hint of anger.
The exquisite beauty was clearly reprimanding them. This made Zheng Xingde and Old Mo even more anxious. They had completely offended Jiang Hao.
Old Mo pointed at the exquisite beauty and said, "I'm officially notifying you that your daughter's ward will be moved to the third floor in five minutes. Also, apologize to Jiang Hao immediately."
Old Mo already resented this impossibly beautiful woman because her husband had scolded him. Now was a good time to get even.
With Jiang Hao's powerful backup, this woman and her husband should obediently leave.
Slap!
As Old Mo's words fell, a loud slap sounded in the corridor.
Old Mo slammed into the wall, and a stream of blood flowed from his left ear.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
