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."
"...?!"
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?"
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!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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."
