The female ghost began darting frantically around the classroom.
To be precise, she was floating—her legs below the calves were translucent, and her feet never touched the ground.
She wailed pitifully, still clutching that little white flag in her hand. "I-I just wanna live! My death was already so random, can’t you guys go bother some other ghost?"
"Damn, this little thing is fast," Zhang Chao muttered, watching the ghost zip around at an alarming speed. He turned to Wang Yanran and shouted, "Got any tricks to pin her down?"
Ghosts usually had their own specialties.
This one had clearly invested all her points into speed.
Running speed, to be exact.
But no matter how fast she was, the walls and door had been sealed with talismans. A low-level ghost like her stood no chance of breaking through.
Seeing Zhang Chao struggle to catch her, Wang Yanran pulled out another talisman. With a sharp flick, it burst into flames.
"Hold!"
The talisman froze mid-air, transforming into crimson chains of light that lashed out and tightly bound the fleeing ghost.
"Eh?!!!"
The chains coiled around her neck, waist, and thighs, squeezing her already oversized backpack even more prominently.
"Whoa, that’s handy," Zhang Chao remarked, impressed.
The Wang Family Ghost Control Technique really was something. Among all the prominent families, the Wangs were the most notorious for tinkering with spirits and ghouls.
"These only work on low-level ghosts, and I’ve only got a few left," Wang Yanran said. She had come fully prepared for this assessment—her position as the Wang Family’s heir was at stake. She couldn’t afford any slip-ups.
Even if it was just dealing with a measly ghost.
"Feels like I could punch her to death right now," Zhang Chao grinned, flashing his pearly whites as he eyed the immobilized ghost.
"Then hurry up," Wang Yanran snapped, glancing at the burning talisman. Once it fully burned out, the spell would break.
"Heh heh."
Zhang Chao sauntered up to the ghost. "Tsk tsk, what’d you eat to grow like this? Too bad you’re gonna die by my hand today."
"Waaah, what did I even do wrong? I’ve never hurt anyone! I even hide during the day!" The ghost wailed even louder.
"Your existence is the mistake," Zhang Chao scoffed. "A formed ghost like you? Sooner or later, that resentment’ll build up, and you’ll start killing."
"N-no way! I don’t have any resentment! I choked to death on instant noodles!" the ghost protested.
"Zhang Chao!" Wang Yanran barked, furious that he was wasting time chatting. "Move it!"
Zhang Chao raised his fist, grinning savagely—when suddenly, the classroom door slammed open with a screech!
The abrupt noise froze the room for a split second. Everyone turned to see a disheveled-looking guy standing at the entrance, as if he’d sprinted here.
"Huh? Y’all into some kinky roleplay?" Ye Chuan blinked at the girl bound in glowing chains. "Damn, bondage? Y’re going all out, huh?"
Wang Yanran’s eyes narrowed.
"Who are you? How can you see that ghost?"
Ordinary people couldn’t perceive spirits unless they had innate spiritual sight. If this guy could see it, he wasn’t normal.
"Zhang Chao!" she warned sharply. "He’s not some random bystander!"
Zhang Chao gave an acknowledging grunt, sizing up Ye Chuan’s appearance before asking, "Which family are you from?"
"Me?" Ye Chuan pointed at himself and smirked.
"Heh."
His gaze shifted to the bound ghost, and he realized—this big-chested, wide-hipped girl was his target.
He’d expected something horrifying, but she looked like any other girl.
And a pretty cute one at that. Maybe keeping her around wouldn’t be so bad.
"No clue what you’re up to, but I want her too. Wanna negotiate?" Ye Chuan offered, his tone still casual.
Wang Yanran frowned. "She’s just a stray ghost."
"I’m not stray!" the ghost squirmed indignantly, wriggling like a caterpillar. "I have a name! It’s Lan Xiaoke! Lan—Xiao—Ke!"
"Shut up!"
Wang Yanran slapped a talisman onto Lan Xiaoke’s thigh. With a sizzling crackle, the ghost convulsed as if electrocuted.
"Owwww, that hurts so bad!" Lan Xiaoke whimpered after the shock, tears streaming down her face. Her once-pristine school uniform was now singed and blackened.
"Too scared to name your family, huh? Then eat dirt!"
Zhang Chao didn’t care who Ye Chuan was. Seeing no response, he sneered and lunged forward without hesitation, throwing a punch straight at Ye Chuan’s face!
Ye Chuan casually raised an arm to block.
Zhang Chao’s fist collided with his forearm—but then Ye Chuan’s eyes gleamed coldly. A surge of cyan energy rippled across his skin, forming scaly, luminous armor over his arm.
"You wanna fight?" Ye Chuan said flatly.
"Wha—?! Spiritual energy?!" Zhang Chao stumbled back, shocked. "You’re a Transcendent Warrior too?"
"Transcendent Warrior?" Ye Chuan processed the term briefly before retaliating without another word—his fist rocketed straight into Zhang Chao’s jaw!
The punch was blindingly fast. A dull thud echoed, and Zhang Chao crumpled to the ground, eyes rolled back.
"Kids these days, passing out the second they hit the floor," Ye Chuan muttered, stepping over Zhang Chao’s unconscious body as he advanced toward Wang Yanran.
Wang Yanran paled. Zhang Chao, despite his hotheadedness, was one of the top talents among the younger generation. Who the hell was this guy to take him down in one hit?
"Hey buddy, mind handing over this big-tiddy, wide-hipped cutie?" Ye Chuan’s tone was oddly cheerful, like a street vendor hawking skewers.
Wang Yanran finally realized—he was messing with her. Her temper flared.
"I am Wang Yanran of the Wang Family!"
"Never heard of you." Ye Chuan’s deadpan reply choked her.
Wang Yanran took a step back—then immediately spun around and bolted!
Ye Chuan blinked.
Huh?
Shouldn’t she try fighting me first before getting knocked out?
And she’s just leaving her buddy here?
But Wang Yanran wasn’t sticking around. If Zhang Chao got floored that easily, she stood no chance. Survival was the priority.
Ye Chuan didn’t bother chasing. Instead, he reached out and crushed the floating talisman with his fingers. The chains dissipated, and Lan Xiaoke flopped to the ground, hugging her head.
"I won’t run, I won’t run! Stop zapping me, waaah! This ain’t Myanmar—even ghosts gotta get tased now?!"
"Just end me already! Don’t let me die painfully again!"
Watching the cowering ghost, Ye Chuan rubbed his chin.
A coward, huh?
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orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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."
