Fang Fan suddenly spoke up, causing the two high-ranking Heavenly Officials who had been chatting happily to pause in surprise.
Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly. "Brother Ye, the kid's a bit stubborn. He insists on verifying everything, no matter how tough it gets—won’t stop until he hits a wall. He scrutinizes every detail in his work, so you can trust him with important matters. If that pouch isn’t too valuable, why not let him take a look..."
"Well, well, Old Fang, is that an insult or a compliment?" Ye Wuchen chuckled, pointing at him. "Fine, it’s nothing special anyway. I picked it up in the Void Turbulence. The only thing of value is the drop of heart’s blood on it. If the kid wants to play with it, let him."
With that, he casually flicked the bloodstained pouch toward Fang Fan.
The moment Fang Fan touched it, his heart shuddered violently!
As if guided by some unseen force, an invisible vortex seemed to pull at him!
This feeling was far from unfamiliar—in fact, he knew it all too well. It had started when he ran away from home at the age of three. The first time this mysterious pull guided him, he stumbled upon a lost pure-blooded Qilin!
This was the call of destiny, an opportunity for growth!
His instincts were never wrong!
There was something off about this pouch!
Let me see what’s hidden here that even a big shot like the God of Wealth couldn’t detect...
As the saying goes, a father knows his son best. The moment Fang Fan’s butt twitched, Fang Zheng knew exactly what kind of fart he was about to let out. He immediately joked, "Hey, Brother Ye, if my son actually finds something even you missed, wouldn’t that make you look kinda lame?"
Fang Fan was still too green—eager to prove himself but careless with his words. If he really uncovered something Ye Wuchen had overlooked, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face for the mighty God of Wealth?
That’s why his old man had to step in with some preemptive damage control. By framing it as a joke first, he softened the blow. Whether Fang Fan discovered anything or not, the atmosphere wouldn’t turn awkward.
"Old Fang, seems like you’ve got a lot of faith in your kid, huh?" Ye Wuchen smirked. He wasn’t the same guy who only knew how to lighten the mood anymore. After all these years as the God of Wealth, even if he couldn’t always say the right thing, he sure knew how to read between the lines.
Fang Zheng waved his hand dismissively. "You think I just randomly picked my chat group nickname? This brat nearly got me sacrificed to the heavens—how could he be ordinary?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head with a light laugh. "Speaking of which, the chat group’s been down for over a decade, right? Wonder how the old gang’s doing. If Brother Yi hadn’t forbidden it, I’d have dragged them all here to work..."
Just then—
Whatever Fang Fan had poked at must have hit the right spot, because an overwhelming surge of soul energy erupted from the bloodstained pouch!
Ye Wuchen’s expression changed instantly. He raised a hand to shield Fang Fan, who had already been knocked unconscious, while his God of Wealth robes billowed despite the absence of wind. The vast soul force of a peak True Immortal poured forth, forcibly suppressing the foreign energy back into the pouch!
At the same time, he condensed his soul energy into a spear, ruthlessly thrusting it into the pouch to locate the source of the disturbance. Upon confirming it was a deeply hidden spatial node, he callously pried it open and expanded it!
"Old Fang, this guy’s no pushover. I’ll hold him—you go in and check!"
"Got it!"
Fang Zheng immediately checked on his son first, confirming he was unharmed before tossing him aside and transforming into a streak of light, charging straight into the spatial node!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!!"
"I just took a nap! Where the hell am I now?!"
"Where did this True Immortal come from? Who’s coming in? No, no, don’t come in..."
In a strange, otherworldly space, a pale-faced Daoist screamed in terror.
But it was no use. Most of his primordial spirit was locked in a tug-of-war, forcibly held in place. If not for the fact that this space had been refined by him for years, tightly fused together, he would’ve already been yanked out by that unfamiliar True Immortal!
Even so, the intruder had pried open the entrance and shoved someone inside!
Now, immobilized like a fish on a chopping block, he could only wait for the inevitable...
"Most of the chat group’s functions are locked. Even applying to enter the Exorcism Dungeon requires approval—no time for that..."
"Alas, is this the end for Ye Ancai?"
The Daoist wailed in despair. Sensing a Pseudo-Immortal rapidly approaching his true form, he had no choice but to open the chat group anchor in his consciousness. After a grueling two-and-a-half-second login verification, he finally got in, ready to leave his last words.
[Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group of All Realms – Branch 4]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): Bros and sis, I’m done for. Took a nap, woke up to some unknown True Immortal grabbing me. At least late-stage, definitely hostile. No way I’m escaping... If I survive, Tian Tian, can you grant me one request?]
[Long Mingxin of Star Block (Group Owner, True Immortal Late Stage, Peak Rank 7, Long Mingxin): If this is real, I hope it’s fake. If it’s fake, I hope it’s real!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Tch. Men and their pathetic tricks!]
[Zhao Yu of No Lewding Allowed (Pseudo-Immortal Peak, Peak Rank 35, Zhao Yu): Tian Tian’s mine! Don’t think just because you’re stronger now you can do whatever you want—I’ll surpass you sooner or later!]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): I might fib a little usually, but this time it’s real. He’s here. He sees me. I’M SCREWED!!!!!]
[‘Ye Ancai of Yi Country’ is now offline.]
[Mo Wushuang of Humanity’s Doom (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.86 Billion, Mo Wushuang): Uh... so is this real or not? Most system functions are under maintenance—no notifications, no way to tell!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Well, since it’s come to this... let’s sing a song. [Your gray avatar will no longer light up... (Audio.MP3)]]
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
