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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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?!
