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."
"...?!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight 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.”
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."
