“What nonsense are you talking about! Do you think I’m that desperate?” Fang Zhiyi slapped Ah Da on the shoulder and glanced around; a few of his underlings tactfully scurried away.
“I meant, how much would it cost to become a judge of the underworld?”
Hearing this, both Ah Da and Ah Er were stunned.
“This, this… what do you mean by that?”
Fang Zhiyi smiled and nodded slightly.
“You want to become a judge?”
Fang Zhiyi’s cheerful expression instantly soured; he held back from kicking them: “I don’t even have an official position, so how the hell could I become a judge? I meant how much it would cost to make you two judges.”
Ah Da’s eyes lit up: “I’ll have to calculate that—it’s no small sum.”
Ah Er added, “And becoming a judge isn’t just about having money; you need merits too… we’re still way off.”
But Fang Zhiyi smirked slyly: “Don’t worry, leave it all to me. Merits… there’s always a way to get them.”
The two ghost messengers looked at him with eager anticipation.
“But before that, I need to be able to leave this place.”
Ah Da frowned in thought: “That’s not too hard.” He fumbled around on himself and pulled out a pitch-black, oddly shaped wooden token. After a moment’s hesitation, he handed it to Fang Zhiyi. “Take this, and you can move freely. This is a ghost messenger’s pass.”
Fang Zhiyi grabbed it quickly.
This was a transaction—if he hadn’t promised anything, they’d never have given it.
“What about you? What’ll you do?”
“It’s fine. The two of us are always together; we can share one!”
Fang Zhiyi laughed: “Don’t worry, once you two become judges, you won’t need this junk anymore.”
“System, hurry up and give me the Charm Aura!” urged Tang Nuannuan, a woman who had transmigrated from another world.
The system paused: “Host, you’ve used all your points to get these appearance and figure-enhancing auxiliary items. How will you fight against the male and female leads later?”
“What do you know? No matter how powerful they are, they’re still human. As long as I can charm—uh, I mean attract—those successful people to surround me, I’ll drown them in money!”
Tang Nuannuan’s words made the system suddenly understand—this approach wasn’t bad at all! Even if the male and female leads were masters of Daoist arts, they still had to survive in human society.
It generously applied the Charm Aura to Tang Nuannuan.
“Nuannuan, have you been waiting long?” A man in a tailored suit rushed over, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw Tang Nuannuan. Compared to last time, she seemed even more beautiful.
Seeing the look in the man’s eyes, Tang Nuannuan smiled: “Not long; you’ve come at just the right time. Drive me somewhere.”
“You called me here just to give you a ride?” The man was slightly surprised. He had canceled a meeting with a business partner to come, but looking at the mesmerizing woman before him, he gritted his teeth: “No problem! Whenever you need me, I’m here!”
Tang Nuannuan got into the car and began to scheme. When the female lead found Gong Yu, she would suddenly appear, wake him up before her, and then… sacrifice all these clingy men to Gong Yu. After that, she could gather their wealth and live a carefree life with Gong Yu!
“Nuannuan, where are we going?” the man asked from the front seat.
Without looking at him, she said, “To visit a Daoist master.”
“Daoist master?” The man was puzzled.
“Yes… I’ve been sleeping poorly lately; I want to see a master for help,” Tang Nuannuan said, though in truth she intended to win over some other Daoist masters for her own purposes.
“I’m no mere trophy wife. Li Chenxue, just you wait.” She stared out the window.
Li Chenxue had been having some bad luck lately. She felt like someone was secretly working against her. A ring she’d had her eye on at an antique stall was snatched by a stranger at a high price. Another time, she barely escaped being possessed by a fierce ghost, but her senior brother got stuck in traffic on the way to help, leaving her in a total mess.
“Sigh…” She let out a soft sigh but didn’t overthink it. Remembering her recent humiliation, she resolved to focus on studying Daoist arts with her senior brother. She couldn’t rely on him to save her every time.
Little did Tang Nuannuan know that her petty schemes were actually pushing the female lead to grow stronger.
Fang Zhiyi, however, was unaware of any of this. At that moment, he stood outside the cemetery, looking completely carefree.
“This is the feeling of freedom! Freedom!!!” He spread his arms wide. As a veteran transmigrator, he had always gone wherever he pleased—when had he ever been trapped in one place for so long?
Turning back to see the old-timers in the cemetery staring at him longingly, Fang Zhiyi laughed: “Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you.” With that, he drifted down the mountain.
Only Little Hei was worried: “Can you not be so reckless? What ghost travels along the main road? Are you not afraid of running into those Daoist priests? Have you forgotten what happened to the ghosts you dealt with when you were a Daoist?”
Back at home, when people came looking for her granddaughter, Liu Xiaohua’s grandmother initially thought the girl had gotten into trouble. But when she heard they wanted her granddaughter to help with exorcism, her face changed instantly, and she grabbed a broom to chase them out.
It happened that Liu Xiaohua arrived just then and quickly stopped her grandmother.
“My granddaughter is no charlatan! She’s going to college! If you keep spreading lies, I’ll fight you!” the grandmother cursed. Liu Xiaohua knew her grandmother meant well, so she just signaled the visitors to leave. Understanding the situation, they hurried out of the yard.
Only after Liu Xiaohua had calmed her grandmother did she sneak out to meet the clients.
Her youthful appearance made them skeptical, but when Liu Xiaohua pointed out the dark aura clinging to them, they reluctantly began to tell her the whole story.
After her last experience, Liu Xiaohua felt more confident. She agreed right away. She initially planned to go to the cemetery to inform Fang Zhiyi, but the clients seemed anxious and offered to pay more, which made her hesitate.
Then, a voice came to her from nearby:
“Go ahead. I’ll come with you.”
She turned around and saw Fang Zhiyi.
“Brother Fang? How did you get out?”
The visitors watched her talk to thin air and took a step back. When they saw her break into a smile, they backed off even more.
“She must have some real skill.”
“Yeah, she’s definitely talking to some spirit guardian. I’ve heard some exorcists can communicate with their patron gods.”
After a few whispered murmurs, they fell silent, waiting for Liu Xiaohua to finish.
But Liu Xiaohua noticed that Fang Zhiyi was alone, which made her a bit uneasy. Still, after hearing him guarantee everything, she didn’t question further. After all, even Grandpa Liu and the others listened to Fang Zhiyi—maybe he really was even more powerful.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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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.
