"Something was definitely off." Ye Chuan watched as the bald man's body shrank until only a shriveled husk remained, along with a puddle of strange, colorless liquid.
He crouched down and sniffed it—no particular odor either.
"But would killing him affect my chances of getting the item?" Ye Chuan muttered to himself.
He pondered. Sure, he was supposed to follow this so-called teacher's instructions, but blasting the guy away didn’t technically break any rules.
Ah well, what’s done is done.
Ye Chuan twirled the revolver on his finger. "As long as I know it’s a monster, that’s enough. I do what I please."
With infinite bullets, why worry?
Following the signposts, Ye Chuan finally arrived at the gymnasium. A quick glance at the building’s exterior revealed nothing out of the ordinary—just a plain, unremarkable gym. If not for that deflated bald head earlier, he wouldn’t have sensed anything amiss.
His spiritual senses were currently unusable, so he had no idea what lurked inside.
No matter.
With a faint smirk, Ye Chuan pulled a pair of glasses from his backpack.
Magic Glasses.
Ah, time for some detective work.
Once he put them on, the gymnasium appeared bathed in a faint red glow, filled with countless indistinct red silhouettes—faceless, shadowy figures.
"Enemies?"
"Might as well go in. If I can farm some soul essence for Lilith, even better."
Ye Chuan removed the glasses and stepped inside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, an icy chill seeped into his bones from all directions. The gym was packed with people—or rather, humanoid creatures?
Their heads turned in unison, eyes locking onto him with an unnerving intensity.
Pale as paper, their faces devoid of expression, they looked like lifeless mannequins—ghostly students radiating an indescribable eeriness.
So these were the red figures he’d seen through the Magic Glasses.
"What class are you in? Return to your line immediately," a woman dressed as a teacher approached, her voice stern. "The opening ceremony is about to begin."
"Right, on my way." Ye Chuan responded casually, scanning the rows of students before slipping into a line with fewer people.
As soon as he joined, the students who had been staring at him mechanically turned away, as if reset by some unseen command.
The gymnasium was dead silent. Ye Chuan tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of him. "Hey, beauty, got a question for you."
The girl didn’t react—frozen like a puppet.
His voice, however, drew the attention of the surrounding students again. Their hollow gazes bore into him, sending an unsettling shiver down the spine.
Ye Chuan merely raised an eyebrow. "Never seen a handsome guy before?"
After a tense pause, the students stiffened before slowly turning their heads away.
"This place just keeps getting creepier," Ye Chuan mused. But since he was here for the ceremony, he decided to stay quiet for now.
The gym remained unnervingly still, the students standing motionless like rows of terracotta statues under the dim, flickering lights.
Time dragged on, and just as Ye Chuan was starting to feel bored, the gym doors creaked open again. A group of about a dozen students filed in.
What surprised him was that these newcomers carried an unmistakable aura of life.
Unlike the puppet-like students inside, these arrivals seemed entirely human—expressions shifting as they nervously surveyed the surroundings.
"Is this the gym?"
"Why does it feel so haunted? Damn… they’re all staring at us!"
"If you want to survive, don’t make any sudden moves."
Their hushed whispers barely escaped their lips before, just like when Ye Chuan had entered, every student in the gym snapped their heads toward them, their dead-eyed stares freezing the newcomers in place.
"What class are you in? Return to your lines!" The same scene repeated—the teacher stepped forward, her face blank as she interrogated them.
The leader of the group swallowed hard before stammering, "Teacher… which class are we in?"
"You don’t even know your own class? Didn’t the admission notice tell you?" The teacher’s lips curled into a grotesque grin. "Seems you’re not one of our students."
In the next second, her face split open like shattered porcelain, rows of jagged teeth writhing beneath the skin. Before the man could scream, she snapped his neck with a single bite.
Crunch—crunch—
The sound of bones being chewed echoed through the silence. Moments later, the teacher’s face seamlessly stitched itself back together, her expression calm as she turned to the next person.
"And you? What’s your class?"
The second man was pale as a ghost, forcing himself to stay composed. "T-teacher, I’m from Class 2."
"I’m the homeroom teacher for Class 2. I’ve never seen you before." Her voice turned icy, cracks spiderwebbing across her cheeks again.
"I… I just enrolled. It’s normal you wouldn’t recognize me." His voice trembled, but he held firm. Miraculously, the cracks on her face began to close. She gave a stiff nod, signaling him to join the line.
Just as the man exhaled in relief and took a step forward, the teacher suddenly demanded, "What’s your student ID number?"
His pupils shrank in terror, body locking up. "Uh… 56?"
"Our class doesn’t even have fifty students!" Her shriek was razor-sharp, her face exploding into fractures once more.
A bloodcurdling scream—cut short—as the second man was devoured.
The remaining newcomers were drenched in cold sweat, their legs threatening to give out. A few couldn’t take it anymore, bolting for the exit in panic.
But the moment they turned, icy voices hissed from behind:
"The opening ceremony is underway. Where do you think you’re going?"
"AHHH—!!!"
Their screams were abruptly silenced, replaced by the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping in the hallway.
Soon, only about ten people remained. Unlike the others, these survivors stayed composed, their expressions calculating—as if searching for a way to answer correctly.
Among them, a girl with a fuller figure scanned the crowd of students—until her eyes landed on a familiar figure.
Her lips parted in surprise.
"Big bro…?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
