Even Wang Yanran hadn’t expected that a near-Level 5 Ghost King’s power would be effortlessly halved by Ye Chuan with just a casual clash—no special techniques, just a straightforward exchange.
“Impossible! Impossible!” The Ghost King let out a piercing howl, its body wreathed in ghostly energy, causing the surrounding furniture to tremble violently.
“Senior, it’s forcibly breaking through its limits,” Wang Yanran quickly warned upon noticing the phenomenon.
Ye Chuan, however, remained unfazed. Let it break through—even at its peak, it wouldn’t reach the foundational stage of cultivation.
Besides…
Ye Chuan’s Primordial Indestructible Body outright nullified all magical and rule-based attacks, making him the natural bane of ghosts.
Soon, the Ghost King’s blood-stained robes darkened to a sinister crimson as it voraciously absorbed the surrounding ghostly energy, successfully ascending to Level 5.
Its previously destroyed body regenerated, and it let out a bone-chilling cackle. “What a glorious beginning! Let the souls of a hundred miles cheer for me!”
The surroundings dimmed as the Ghost King lunged at Ye Chuan again, accompanied by a gust of icy wind. Its clawed hand, shrouded in black mist, radiated a malevolent chill.
But the next moment, its movement froze—Ye Chuan had seized its wrist, his spiritual power suppressing the Ghost King’s twisted form completely.
Only then did the Ghost King realize the staggering gap between their strengths.
“N-no… how can you be this terrifying? How old are you?!”
It struggled desperately but couldn’t break free, quickly switching to pleading. “Spare me… I-I was blind to your greatness! I’m pitiful… sold off as a child… my husband murdered by intruders, my child stolen… locked in an asylum, violated by the director… killed and buried under the floorboards… I hate… I hate them all…”
Tears of blood streamed down its face as it recounted its tragic past, even stirring sympathy in Lan Xiaoke.
So much worse than choking to death on instant noodles… No wonder it became a Ghost King.
“Senior, don’t believe a ghost’s words!” Wang Yanran interjected sharply—this was their classic trick.
Ye Chuan gazed at the Ghost King, a flicker of pity in his eyes. “Sigh. If what you say is true, that’s truly tragic.”
“Wuuuuhhh—”
“But honestly? Not my problem.”
“Wuh… huh?” The Ghost King’s sobs cut off abruptly, its blood-red eyes blinking in disbelief.
No way. This guy has zero empathy?!
“That director guy—you already killed him, right?” Ye Chuan’s spiritual sense had picked up a tormented soul among the vanquished spirits, its twisted form suggesting the Ghost King had taken its sweet time with revenge.
“I’LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!” the Ghost King shrieked.
Ye Chuan released a surge of spiritual power—
Boom!
The Ghost King’s body exploded, leaving only its head rolling on the floor, howling in agony.
“Seal!” Wang Yanran swiftly slapped a talisman onto the head and sucked it into a small porcelain vial.
The decapitation was Ye Chuan’s doing, of course—Wang Yanran had requested the Ghost King alive.
“Whew. Finally caught it.” She was pleasantly surprised—a Level 5 Ghost King instead of Level 4. A bonus.
“Thank you, Senior.”
“Money,” Ye Chuan said flatly.
“Huh? Oh.” Wang Yanran immediately transferred the payment. The remaining balance was 400,000, but she sent 800,000 instead.
“Why the extra?” Ye Chuan asked.
“Senior, a Level 5 Ghost King is worth more. Consider this a bonus,” she explained.
Ye Chuan shook his head. “We agreed on 400,000. Transfer another 400,000, and I’ll return the 800,000.”
“Huh? Oh, okay.” Wang Yanran hadn’t expected such integrity. She sent another 400,000 without question.
Ye Chuan checked the new transfer and nodded, pocketing his phone.
“Hit my card limit. The 800,000 can be your membership fee—future ghost-hunting or ass-kicking services, 20% off.”
Wang Yanran blinked.
Wait… that doesn’t add up.
Did her 1.2 million just vanish?
But considering Ye Chuan’s overwhelming power and the value of staying on his good side, she quickly dismissed her doubts. Even if it was her allowance, maintaining this connection was worth every penny.
Moreover, by relying on Ye Chuan, Wang Yanran's status within the family could rise significantly.
She even felt somewhat grateful that she had sought out Ye Chuan in the first place.
"You think this little bottle can trap a Ghost King?" Ye Chuan asked, eyeing the small bottle in Wang Yanran's hand.
"Just now, the Ghost King's body was severely injured—there's absolutely no way it can escape," Wang Yanran replied. Although the sealing bottle she had prepared was only meant to capture a fourth-tier Ghost King, it would still work on a heavily wounded fifth-tier one.
The Ghost King had been weakened to its limit, barely clinging to its last breath.
"Still, I don’t understand why Wang Li came here and ended up devoured by the Ghost King," Wang Yanran shook her head. She had no fondness for this uncle of hers, but since he was still part of the Wang family, she had to report the matter to the clan.
"Mhm."
The two walked out of the mental hospital, where the Wang family members waiting outside approached them. Seeing Ye Chuan and Wang Yanran return so quickly, they assumed they had turned back midway.
But then again, it was a fourth-tier Ghost King after all—both Ye Chuan and Wang Yanran were far too young to handle it.
"The Ghost King has been subdued. Report this to the family," Wang Yanran declared, holding up the small bottle.
The Wang family members exchanged bewildered glances.
Wait—captured?
How was that possible?
Ye Chuan and Wang Yanran hadn’t even been inside for long!
"Thanks to Senior Ye’s intervention, the Ghost King was instantly annihilated—it didn’t even have a chance to fight back," Wang Yanran explained. The group collectively gasped, their expressions shifting as they stared at Ye Chuan.
Instant annihilation?
A fourth-tier Ghost King?
"There’s one more thing," Wang Yanran continued, enunciating each word clearly. "The Ghost King devoured Wang Li. After consuming him, it reached the level of a fifth-tier Ghost King."
"...?!"
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
