He had clearly saved Tang Nuannuan, but she called him heartless and cold. Even Li Chenxue’s eyes reddened as she declared they were through, even threatening to leave their sect.
After that day, Li Chenxue destroyed the token of their sect and never returned.
This affected Qin Shaoqing’s state of mind. He had originally planned to go into seclusion to clear his head, but suddenly he saw that woman—the one who had been possessed by his sister that day.
She was full of ghostly energy, yet her demeanor was utterly relaxed.
“Who are you?” Che Dahong looked at Qin Shaoqing, confused.
Qin Shaoqing stated his identity directly: “You have ghost qi on you...”
Che Dahong gave him a surprised look. “Yes... the ghost qi is from my little sister.”
“Still can’t let go of her?” Qin Shaoqing felt a flash of inexplicable anger.
But as she told her story, he learned that a young girl had already helped send her sister off peacefully. She could finally move on—her sister was unharmed and could enter reincarnation normally. She was satisfied and had even given the girl a sum of money.
Yet something told Qin Shaoqing that something was very wrong.
A little girl, able to deal with a ghost of that level? He had never heard of such a thing.
So that was why he barged in today.
He had been observing for days, but he never expected that the girl before him had nothing but yin-yang eyes. And seeing her defend that fierce ghost just like his junior sister would, Qin Shaoqing felt a surge of anger.
“Step aside!” He acted directly, shoving the frail Liu Xiaohua aside. She crashed into a nearby chair and cried out in pain.
At the sight, Liu Sandao’s ghostly energy flared violently. Eyes blazing, he lunged at Qin Shaoqing.
Qin Shaoqing showed no fear. Sword in right hand, spell seals in left, he met the attack head-on.
“You dare hit her? This old man will fight you to the death!” Liu Sandao roared. Even he didn’t understand why he was so furious—as a ghost, he wasn’t supposed to feel so much emotion.
If he had any attachments, it was only to someone like Xiao Fang.
But rage alone couldn’t beat a true Daoist master, especially one of Qin Shaoqing’s caliber.
After a few exchanges, Liu Sandao hadn’t even touched Qin Shaoqing’s sleeve. Meanwhile, his spirit body had been struck several times by the peachwood sword, wounds smoking where they’d been hit.
“Grandpa Liu! Run!” Liu Xiaohua rushed forward and grabbed Qin Shaoqing’s arm. He frowned. The world had gone mad—mad! First Li Chenxue, then Tang Nuannuan, and now this!
He shouted, “Let go! Ghosts have their own path! Fierce ghosts must be destroyed!”
As Liu Xiaohua sank her teeth into his arm and the fierce ghost tried to flee, Qin Shaoqing’s anger boiled over. His sword turned toward Liu Xiaohua.
Seeing this, Liu Sandao went frantic. “Stop!”
Just then, an ice-cold hand caught Qin Shaoqing’s wrist. The shock of the cold made him instantly sober. He leaped back several paces and stared at the hand’s owner.
“Xiao Fang?”
“Boss!” Liu Xiaohua was crying.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. “Oh, missed me that much? You’re crying. Don’t cry—I have to listen to that female ghost in finance bawling all day. It’s given me a headache.”
Qin Shaoqing’s eyes widened. He realized that this ghost before him was incredibly powerful—he might not have the upper hand even if he fought with everything he had!
Fang Zhiyi turned her gaze to him.
“Your master taught you how to capture ghosts, and you use it to bully a little girl?”
Qin Shaoqing was taken aback by the ghost’s words, but when he saw Liu Xiaohua’s red, puffy eyes, he felt a twinge of guilt. “I... I was just...”
“See? Handsome men always have the best excuses,” Fang Zhiyi said to Liu Xiaohua.
Liu Xiaohua, caught off guard by the teasing, broke into a laugh through her tears.
“You wicked ghost! Corrupting people’s minds!” Embarrassed, Qin Shaoqing tried to steer the conversation back.
Fang Zhiyi sat down on the desk and waved her hand. “Spare me. You know as well as I do that you can’t beat me right now.”
“What did you say?” Qin Shaoqing was furious.
Fang Zhiyi picked at her ear. “What, Daoist masters get hard of hearing too?”
“Even if I can’t beat you, I’ll still fight! Our sect’s law says: any fierce ghost causing chaos must be slain without mercy!” With that, Qin Shaoqing bit the tip of his tongue, preparing to surprise the ghost with a sudden attack.
But in the next moment, another ice-cold hand landed on his shoulder.
“Did I ever say that?”
Qin Shaoqing nearly choked on his own blood. Coughing violently, he turned in terror to see his own master standing beside him.
“I knew you wouldn’t listen to me. So I pulled every string I could to bring your master here,” Fang Zhiyi said, hopping off the desk. “Bet you didn’t see that coming. After your master died, he became a Soul-Catcher!”
“M-master!” Qin Shaoqing studied the ghostly figure before him. After a long moment, he recognized the spirit—it was indeed his master. “You...”
He saw Fang Zhiyi leading the girl and the ghost away.
“Stop!”
“Nonsense!” his master barked. Qin Shaoqing froze in place.
“But they...”
“But what? How did I teach you? The moment I die, you decide to rewrite the rules?”
“I didn’t...”
“Oh, you didn’t? Then kneel!”
Fang Zhiyi glanced with a hint of pity at the reluctant Qin Shaoqing as he knelt, then patted Old Feng on the shoulder. “Old Feng, sorry to trouble you.”
“Not at all. The Judge spoke highly of your work and specifically asked me to come. It’s part of my duty.”
“When you head back later, stop by my place. I’ve got some ghosts preparing some rare trinkets for you...”
“Master! Those ghosts...”
“Shut up! General... Fang, after I’m done disciplining this disciple, I’ll bring him to apologize to you.”
“Take your time.” Fang Zhiyi left with Liu Xiaohua and Liu Sandao. Even after they were far away, the sound of Qin Shaoqing being scolded could still be heard.
When Qin Shaoqing appeared again, his cold face was etched with resentment.
“General Fang, I apologize. I acted too rashly...”
“Oh? Rash in what way?” Fang Zhiyi invited Old Feng to sit and ordered tea from her subordinates.
“Rash in what way?” Qin Shaoqing’s anger flared again, especially seeing at least a dozen fierce ghosts in this cemetery. His fists clenched. “I was rash because... I’m not as good as you at deceiving heaven and earth!”
Old Feng’s face darkened. It seemed all his scolding had gone to waste.
But Fang Zhiyi just smiled, patting Qin Shaoqing on the shoulder. She turned and asked, “Should all fierce ghosts die?”
Qin Shaoqing gritted his teeth. “Of course! They harm people. They have to die!”
Fang Zhiyi’s smile slowly faded. She raised a hand, and a ghost drifted over.
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."
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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...
