Lin Bin glanced at his elderly mother tied to the bed and let out a heavy sigh.
They had been to the hospital and consulted various people, but his mother's condition remained poor. She kept rambling nonsense and even tried to harm herself when no one was watching.
He was at his wit's end.
Lin Bin looked at the slip of paper in his hand—it was an address a friend had given him for some sort of "Heavenly Master," claiming the young man was very capable. But now, he didn't dare leave.
Just as he was agonizing, a timid voice came from the doorway: "Excuse me, is this the Lin family's home?"
He looked up and saw a girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Lin Bin assumed she was his son's classmate and forced a smile: "Yes, are you looking for my son? He's been staying at his aunt's place lately..."
Liu Xiaohua shook her head: "No, I'm looking for you." She stepped inside, glancing nervously at the old woman struggling on the bed.
"You're looking for me?"
Liu Xiaohua swallowed hard: "Yes, I am. I... I can cure your mother's illness..."
Lin Bin's smile vanished, replaced by impatience: "Get out of here. Aren't you a little young to be pulling this scam? Trying to trick people before you've even learned to behave?"
His harsh reaction wasn't unreasonable—he'd already been cheated twice before.
As he pushed her away, Liu Xiaohua gritted her teeth and suddenly said, "I... I see a woman behind your mother! A woman with disheveled hair! She's biting your mother's neck!"
Lin Bin froze, turned suspiciously to look at his mother, then back at Liu Xiaohua: "What nonsense are you talking about! Which village are you from? Do you want me to find your parents?!"
Liu Xiaohua shouted again: "That woman has a dark birthmark on her face! Shaped like a crescent moon!"
At those words, Lin Bin froze completely. A dark birthmark? A crescent moon? Cold sweat immediately dripped from his forehead. He grabbed Liu Xiaohua: "Tell me, who are you! How do you know that?"
Liu Xiaohua was terrified, but she remembered what Fang Zhiyi had taught her to say:
"I saw it! I really saw it! I have yin-yang eyes! If you don't believe me, go ask around in my village—everyone knows!"
Lin Bin stared at the girl. Though her face was flushed, she didn't seem to be lying. He loosened his grip.
"She... she still blames my mother... but it was her own fault..." He turned to look at his mother again, and the old woman lifted her neck with a wild look in her eyes, as if possessed.
"Can you really help me?" Lin Bin asked, throwing caution to the wind.
Liu Xiaohua glanced at the old woman and nodded resolutely: "But we have to wait until nightfall..."
"Nightfall?"
When night came, the tied-up old woman struggled more violently, even gaining unusual strength, and spewed garbled curses from her mouth.
Lin Bin watched Liu Xiaohua nervously. He didn't know if this girl could do anything, but the fact that she'd known about his ex-wife's facial birthmark meant she had to know something...
Yet Liu Xiaohua just stood there, doing nothing. Of course, she couldn't catch ghosts.
Lin Bin thought about his ex-wife—a woman who terrified him: fiery, violent, unreasonable. She'd once chased him with a knife, abused his mother, and even beaten his son until he coughed up blood.
Later, unable to endure the humiliation, his mother called in the family elders, who pressured them to divorce. That shrew, instead, grabbed a knife to attack them, but accidentally slipped and stabbed herself in the belly. By the time the ambulance arrived, she was already gone.
She'd clearly killed herself!
Lin Bin stared at the motionless girl, his heart pounding. On the bed, his mother struggled even harder—so hard that she broke free of the ropes tied around her wrists!
"Watch out!" Lin Bin lunged to shield the girl, but Liu Xiaohua said, "Don't move."
From Liu Xiaohua's perspective, things were far more complicated.
Three ghosts—including Liu Sandao—were struggling to pull down the woman biting the old woman's neck. Liu Sandao cursed profanely as the enraged woman fought back. Just as she opened her mouth to bite them, they managed to drag her off the old woman.
What followed was a chaotic brawl. The woman was ferociously fierce. If Fang Zhiyi hadn't told Liu Xiaohua to bring extra ghosts today, things might have gone wrong.
Lin Bin watched his mother suddenly calm down. After a moment, she weakly opened her eyes and said to him, "My son... I... I dreamed of that vicious daughter-in-law of yours..."
Liu Xiaohua's first mission was a triumph. Lin Bin not only thanked her with a generous reward but also vowed to spread the word about her abilities.
Holding the money, Liu Xiaohua felt dazed. She hadn't expected to earn money by doing nothing. But once she calmed down, she immediately used it to buy paper money and incense sticks.
"Pretty impressive, huh?" At that moment, Fang Zhiyi sat with his legs crossed, eyeing the female ghost still spewing curses.
Liu Sandao complained bitterly: "You have no idea how tough she was. She nearly shattered these old bones of mine."
"Let me go! Aren't you both ghosts too? Don't you feel any resentment?" The female ghost's head thrashed constantly, her malice surging sky-high.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. At this rate, she might attract real Heavenly Masters. Without hesitation, he slapped her to sober her up, then quickly began his work in front of the other ghosts.
Even Liu Sandao and the other ghosts shrank back in fear.
They always knew Fang Zhiyi was powerful, but they never realized he could be so ruthless!
When Liu Xiaohua came to burn paper money, she saw the female ghost neatly placed on top of a tombstone, her hands and feet gone, and her mouth sewn shut.
Liu Xiaohua shivered at those venomous eyes, then hurriedly began burning offerings.
Fang Zhiyi had finally collected his first investment returns.
The next day proceeded smoothly. It happened to be the day for ghostly underworld agents to escort souls. Ah Da and Ah Er blinked in surprise when Fang Zhiyi shoved the evil spirit at them.
"Take it. Say you captured it while suppressing wrongdoing—that should count as credit," Fang Zhiyi said, then turned to hand them a pile of underworld currency. "Save some for your own use."
The ghost agents' eyes lit up at the sight of money.
"Thanks, brother!"
"Good buddy! Loyalty!"
Fang Zhiyi grinned at their delighted faces, then smiled slyly: "Actually, there's one more thing..."
"Name it, brother!"
"Last time you said your bosses are the Soul Arresters, and above them the Judges—who is above the Judges?"
Ah Da thought for a moment: "The Underworld Inspectors, and above them is the Sovereign of Youdu. Bro, don't do anything stupid. We may have lost to you, but you can't mess with those big shots."
Ah Er nodded vigorously.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
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."
