It turned out that after leaving the Imperial Mausoleum, Shi Wanshan felt his empty pockets and flushed crimson, then pale.
He felt that returning in such a sorry state would cost him every last shred of dignity.
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and plunged into a minor secret realm he had marked along the way. He figured he might as well scrounge up a few “scraps” to make his return a little less embarrassing.
After searching every inch of the secret realm, he finally managed to obtain a few meager gains. He had just breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the secret realm when he ran straight into the Purple-Robed Saint.
The more the Purple-Robed Saint thought about what had happened, the angrier he became. As he was leaving the imperial tomb, he happened to notice Shi Wanshan heading in this direction.
He had therefore called in a friend at the Saint King Realm, promising to give him the Saint King battle armor as payment for helping him reclaim his treasures.
“Misunderstanding! This is a huge misunderstanding!”
Shi Wanshan reacted extremely quickly. His face instantly formed an expression blending helplessness, grievance, and what he believed to be sincerity. He shouted at the Purple-Robed Saint:
“Fellow Daoist! Brother, I’m a victim too! Someone blindsided me and knocked me out, then stripped me clean! Why won’t you believe me?”
As he spoke, he secretly cursed his terrible luck.
Even he himself thought it sounded like a lame excuse, but that was exactly how frustrating the truth was!
When the Purple-Robed Saint heard this, he trembled with rage. His face shifted from green to purple, and even the finger he pointed at Shi Wanshan was shaking. His voice turned shrill, almost breaking:
“Bullshit! Don’t even think about twisting words in front of me! There were only the two of us in that cave dwelling that day! If it wasn’t you, you shameless scoundrel, then who else could it have been?!”
He remembered the miserable state he had been in when he woke up, along with the way Shi Wanshan had looked him over at the time. His new grievances and old hatred surged together. Turning to the gray-robed old man beside him, he said:
“It was this vile thief! Fellow Daoist, please act and help me kill him!”
The Gray-robed Old Man gave Shi Wanshan an indifferent glance. His eyes regarded him as nothing more than an ant, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
He spoke in a flat, hoarse voice:
“You are merely a Saint. Kill yourself, and I will leave your corpse intact.”
Before his voice had even faded, a vast Saint King pressure, mighty as the heavens, came crashing down upon Shi Wanshan like an invisible mountain!
The surrounding space instantly froze. Chains of law flickered into existence, seeking to bind Shi Wanshan completely.
Shi Wanshan’s expression darkened. He knew there was no point in explaining—the other party did not believe him and had no intention of listening.
“Damn it! You really think your grandpa is afraid of you?”
With a furious roar, he not only refused to retreat but strode forward instead. The vigorous cultivation of his late-Saint Realm erupted with a thunderous boom.
He threw a punch. The fist imprint was simple and heavy, yet it contained terrifying power capable of shattering the earth and shaking mountains. Without any embellishment, it slammed head-on into the Saint King domain bearing down upon him!
“Boom——!”
The fist imprint and the domain collided violently, unleashing a deafening explosion!
Shi Wanshan’s body shook, but he forcibly withstood the blow without retreating even half a step!
A flicker of genuine surprise passed through the Gray-robed Old Man’s eyes.
“Hm? You actually managed to take one of my attacks head-on? No wonder you’re so arrogant.”
“Old bastard, you’ve got some skill! Again!”
Shi Wanshan’s battle intent surged. He threw another punch, its force tearing through the sky as he launched an active attack at the Gray-robed Old Man.
The Gray-robed Old Man snorted coldly and pointed through the air, sending several incredibly condensed gray beams of finger force shooting out.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Shi Wanshan met them with fists and palms. The two exchanged blows back and forth, fighting to a standstill!
For a time, fist imprints, palm force, and gray beams of finger force collided and annihilated one another in midair. Explosions rang out without pause, and the battle was fierce beyond measure.
The Purple-Robed Saint watched with his heart in his throat. He had never imagined that Shi Wanshan would be so ferocious as to contend head-on with an ancestor at the middle stage of the Saint King Realm!
Yet Shi Wanshan, locked in battle, remained perfectly clear-headed.
“I don’t have a suitable treasure with me right now. If this drags on, I’ll definitely be the one who suffers!”
His thoughts raced, and he reached a decision in an instant.
After clashing head-on once more, he borrowed the force of the impact to drift a hundred yards backward and stabilize himself. He patted the dust from his clothes, then flashed the Gray-robed Old Man and the Purple-Robed Saint a roguish grin.
“Hahaha! Old man, you’ve got quite a hard punch! But I didn’t bring any decent weapons today, so this fight isn’t much fun! I’m done playing with you. Farewell!”
Before his voice had faded, a flash of blood-red light swept across his body. He transformed into a dazzling rainbow, his speed skyrocketing as he tore through the void and fled in the direction farthest from the Azure Profound Sect!
His decisiveness and speed left even the Gray-robed Old Man momentarily stunned.
The Purple-Robed Saint panicked when he saw this.
“He’s getting away!”
The Gray-robed Old Man stared in the direction Shi Wanshan had vanished. Rather than showing anger, he revealed a strange smile. Slowly, he raised his hand, a wisp of nearly imperceptible pale-gray energy curling around his fingertip.
“Getting away? He won’t escape.”
The old man’s hoarse voice was filled with the composure of one who had everything under control.
“During our exchange just now, I took the opportunity to drive the Shadowless Soul-Chasing Powder into his blood and qi.
“This powder was obtained from the Netherworld Hall at a great price. It is formless and odorless, and it clings exclusively to one’s blood and qi. No matter what concealment technique he uses, so long as his blood and qi remain, he will be like a bright lantern in the dark. It will be nearly impossible for him to shake it off.”
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the situation for a moment. Then he pointed in the direction Shi Wanshan had fled, his tone filled with certainty.
“He’s over there. After him!”
Shi Wanshan had thought he had escaped, never realizing that the poison planted by the Saint King during their battle had attached itself to him like a bone-eating maggot. It focused solely on his blood and qi. No matter how many secret techniques he employed, he could not drive it away; instead, it burrowed deeper and deeper.
“What the hell is this?!”
“Damn you! You sneaky bastard! I can’t believe you saw that coming! You couldn’t beat me, so you resorted to poison? What a despicable coward!”
He cursed furiously, veins bulging on his forehead.
So that was why the old bastard had allowed him to leave. He had planted a trap beforehand! The method was utterly vile and shameless!
Shi Wanshan tried several secret techniques to force out the poison, but that cold, sinister aura remained stubbornly entrenched deep within his blood and qi.
His heart gradually sank. Did he have to return to the sect and deal with it there?
Within the Azure Profound Sect, both the sect master and the old ancestors were at the Saint King Realm. Not to mention Changge was there as well. A mere Saint King would surely be dealt with effortlessly.
“No! I absolutely cannot slink back to the sect in disgrace!”
He could almost imagine the scene: himself battered and bedraggled, suffering from some strange poison as he fled back to the Azure Profound Sect, only to be seen by Senior Brother Sect Master and the other old peak masters.
Just imagining their inquisitive and mocking looks made his face burn with embarrassment!
He was even more unwilling to lead powerful enemies back to the sect. That was why he had continued hiding and dodging outside, leaving himself trapped in this deeply humiliating predicament.
Damn it! When had Shi Wanshan ever suffered such a crushing indignity?
“So that’s how it is.”
A look of understanding flashed through Gu Changge’s eyes. Then, deep within his eyes, a trace of amusement so faint it was almost imperceptible swept past.
Senior Brother Shi, who was usually rough around the edges but far from foolish, had truly suffered one ambush after another this time.
At that moment, the image above the stone table slowly faded away.
The worry on Xuanyangzi’s face had not yet completely disappeared, but the corners of his mouth had already begun twitching uncontrollably.
“Ah, Junior Brother Shi, this time you really…”
Xuanyangzi tried his best to maintain a stern expression. But whenever he recalled Shi Wanshan’s miserable appearance in the image—desperate to explain but unable to make himself clear, eager to fight but lacking a weapon, and finally falling victim to a dirty trick—he found himself both exasperated and amused.
“Shadowless Soul-Chasing Powder.” Gu Changge idly ran his fingers over the egg, as though recalling some insignificant matter.
The name sounded somewhat familiar. If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have mentioned this substance to Ling Canglan once while offering him some guidance, and had casually refined it a little.
He had never expected Senior Brother Shi to be the first to try it. Judging by the results, it seemed to work quite well.
With that thought, Gu Changge’s gaze remained calm as he turned it once more toward the distant void. His mind stirred slightly.
In an instant, a message crossed boundless distances and precisely entered the depths of Shi Wanshan’s sea of consciousness as he raced through the Wild Mang Mountain Range.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
