Inside were the fierce souls he raised. This land wasn’t as peaceful and harmonious as they claimed, or else how could he, fresh from leaving the Tibetan region, have stumbled upon such a burial ground soaked in resentment?
It was a gift from heaven.
Once he stoked the resentment of this new soul to its peak and refined it into a supreme treasure, he wouldn’t just make up for his losses in Tibet—his power would rise to another level.
At that moment, the door behind him creaked open softly.
Jiang Yeqiu stepped out, cradling a woman in his arms.
She was completely naked, her skin flawless, but her eyes were hollow—like a newly manufactured doll, utterly unresponsive to everything around her.
He spotted Zhafu on the sofa and asked, his tone as casual as commenting on the weather:
“Zhafu-la! What did those two women want with you?”
Zhafu swirled the glass in his hand, the ice cubes clinking against the rim. He sneered, “Cooperation? That’s what they call cooperation? They just want to use me to stir up trouble here. In your Han saying, it’s ‘pulling chestnuts out of the fire.’”
He chuckled, dripping with disdain.
“If chaos comes, how do you enjoy life? Peace and quiet—that’s the only way to savor the finest wine and women.”
Jiang Yeqiu nodded. “We have an old saying in these parts: ‘Make a fortune silently.’ Forget big money, let’s start with some small gains, enough to live comfortably.”
Zhafu looked at him with an indulgent, almost paternal gaze. “Alright, Qiu-la, you understand these things better than I do. Keep playing your game. Tell me who catches your eye, and I’ll get them for you.”
(Among Tibetans, adding “la” to a close brother’s name shows affection.)
Jiang Yeqiu casually released his grip. The woman in his arms crumpled softly onto the expensive carpet, curling up motionless.
Without sparing her another glance, he dropped himself onto the sofa opposite Zhafu, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
“Overthinking it.”
Smoke billowed from his nostrils.
“Getting this guy under control is purely because he’s the biggest boss in the branch office. I have to get that director position. Otherwise, that bastard will just hand it over to his secretary, this ass-wiggling mistress.”
He nudged the woman on the carpet with his foot.
Then he kicked the man again.
“I busted my ass to bring in those results, and you want to promote your slutty lover?! On what grounds?”
He cursed under his breath, took another puff, and calmed down a little.
Zhafu shook his head, puzzled by his logic. “Since I can control him, Qiu-la, why still be his subordinate? Throw him into the river to feed the fish, and I’ll make you the boss instead. Wouldn’t that be simpler?”
“It’s different.”
Jiang Yeqiu flicked the ash from his cigarette.
“Boss? Who’d recognize some random guy showing up out of nowhere? I need a clean identity—one I build step by step, a life under the sun that no one can pin down.”
He looked at Zhafu’s exotic face, half-lost in the rules of modern society, and explained patiently:
“Society is a web, Zhafu-la. Identity is the knot in that web. Without a knot, you’re just the wind—gone after a gust. With a knot, you can tug the whole web.”
Zhafu didn’t argue.
Though he didn’t fully grasp it, he understood a bit. Back then, gravely wounded and near death, he’d arrived in this city, and Jiang Yeqiu had saved him.
Debts of gratitude had to be repaid. And when Jiang Yeqiu didn’t know about his abilities, he’d treated him decently—food, drink, and shelter.
Besides, he needed a guide—someone to help him blend into this strange new world.
Jiang Yeqiu was the perfect choice.
Jiang Yeqiu offered him shelter and direction; he offered Jiang Yeqiu power.
A fair trade.
And Jiang Yeqiu could even help him reach higher-level nodes. As long as he controlled those people, he could stay safely behind the scenes and enjoy everything.
Jiang Yeqiu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt.
“The director is just the first step.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unshakable ambition.
“Once I’m firmly in place, Zhafu-la, I’ll take you to meet our company’s board chairman.”
He turned, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Now that’s a truly interesting woman.”
Zhafu nodded but didn’t pay it much mind.
As night fell, he walked to the balcony and softly played a bone flute.
Something was released into the air.
“Go, enjoy your vengeance!”
Zhafu set the flute on the balcony. As long as the fierce soul got its fill, it would naturally return.
Wrapped in layers of resentment and soul fragments, the fierce soul surged outward.
—System: You’ve got a ghost in the house! Don’t you know?—
Lin Mo rested his chin on his hand. His spiritual sense could cover the entire city of Yangcheng.
But unless he actively checked, it was as good as not looking.
After all, Lin Mo wasn’t a computer; he didn’t run constant surveillance.
Right now, all he saw was the world outside the car window.
“Young Master Lin, that car up ahead—it’s been circling for a while now.”
Uncle Zhao couldn’t help but say.
“Follow it. Just some amateurs who didn’t master their craft.”
“Got it.”
Uncle Zhao knew a little about these matters but didn’t dare dig deeper.
In the other car, the incense stick Shouzhen held was nearly burned out. He frowned.
“It’s just ahead. The smoke’s getting thicker—that means we’re close.”
But before he finished, the smoke rising from the incense abruptly twisted in a different direction.
Shouzhen immediately looked out the window.
“The sun’s set. That fierce soul has stirred!”
Old Bai, seeing the direction the smoke pointed, made a U-turn at the next intersection.
Xia Zhi reacted fastest. She slapped the back of Old Bai’s seat. “Head to the city bureau! The criminal investigation unit! The fierce soul is going after the prisoners—it’s already killed everyone who crossed it, but the prisoners are still missing!”
Shouzhen caught on and shook his head.
“No. It won’t dare go near the police station. Fierce souls gather yin energy; police stations are places of righteous energy.”
In the back, Liu Zheng immediately dialed Kuang Jianhua.
“Old Kuang! Where are you?!”
“On my way back to the station. What’s up?”
“Quick! Go to the nearest police station! Now!”
On the other end, Kuang Jianhua was confused but grabbed his radio and ordered all vehicles to head for the nearest station.
“Remember, the fierce soul’s target is the prisoners in your convoy. You’re only safe once you’re inside the police station!”
Kuang Jianhua realized something was wrong. He turned and glanced at the officers escorting the prisoners in the rear.
The others were in different vehicles too.
He could only say, “Got it. We’re near—”
Before he could finish, a violent crash erupted over the phone!
Boom!
“Hey?! Jianhua! Jianhua!”
Liu Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs, but the call went dead.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
