“Go take a look upstairs.” Fang Zhiyi had arrived at the location.
Qin Shaoqing frowned slightly at the small tea house before him, unsure what this meant.
“With your skills, sneaking up for a peek shouldn’t be a problem, right? Or are you really that useless…”
Qin Shaoqing, instantly annoyed, quickly approached the building and climbed up the fire escape at the back.
Fang Zhiyi wasn’t in a hurry, but the female ghost beside him couldn’t stop trembling.
“Don’t rush… he won’t get away,” Fang Zhiyi comforted her.
The female ghost stared intently at the third-floor spot.
When Qin Shaoqing returned, his face was grim.
“See anything interesting?” Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
Qin Shaoqing didn’t answer his question directly. Instead, he said gloomily, “You knew all along, didn’t you?”
He had seen the mess upstairs: two tied-up girls, a bunch of thuggish men gleefully planning how to use the girls to make money, even scheming to lure more classmates over.
“Great Celestial Master, where’s your sense of justice?” Fang Zhiyi suddenly mocked.
Qin Shaoqing clenched his teeth.
“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Our company recently launched a new service.” Fang Zhiyi waved his hand, and the impatient female ghost shot upward instantly.
“Stop!” Qin Shaoqing reacted on instinct, but Fang Zhiyi blocked him.
“I knew you wouldn’t change your habits. Can’t you even hold back for a moment?”
“But—”
“But what? Just hearing her story, I was afraid you’d think she made it up. Now that you’ve seen it with your own eyes, you can still tolerate this? Are you on the side of justice, or on the side of your own image?”
Qin Shaoqing stood frozen.
“This is her own karma, and that scumbag’s karma too. As a Celestial Master, if you indiscriminately destroy someone’s soul, you’d have to bear so much karma yourself… Actually, you should be thanking me…”
Hearing sudden screams from upstairs, Qin Shaoqing jerked his head up.
Then came sounds of begging, followed by someone laughing maniacally.
He found a surge of satisfaction rising within him.
He quickly shook his head—no, how could he gloat? But… thinking about those villains’ fate, it felt undeniably good.
Soon, the female ghost floated back down, smiling.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her: “All done?”
The female ghost touched her stomach. “My wish has been fulfilled… Thank you.” She turned to Qin Shaoqing. “Thank you, too.”
Qin Shaoqing felt inexplicably embarrassed. “I… I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s exactly why I’m thanking you!” Fang Zhiyi didn’t spare his feelings. “Now call the police.”
“The police?”
“No kidding. She only took revenge on the man who killed her. The other scumbags were just scared. You really can’t think straight—you’d act dumb when it’s your turn to step up?”
Fang Zhiyi scolded him thoroughly, and Qin Shaoqing finally snapped out of it.
But what he didn’t expect was that Fang Zhiyi’s new business process wasn’t over yet. After the police arrived and took away the terrified thugs, rescuing the girls, two vengeful spirits floated over, bowed to Fang Zhiyi, and then charged straight inside. Moments later, they dragged out a clearly dazed ghost.
“Remember to label it clearly when you hand it over: toss it into the oil pot and fry it on both sides, then fish it out, let it dry, and fry it again.” Fang Zhiyi waved his hand, and the two vengeful spirits hauled the stupefied ghost away.
“Uh… isn’t that the job of a ghostly agent?”
Fang Zhiyi looked at Qin Shaoqing with mild surprise. “Oh, so you can actually talk like a human?” He chuckled before adding, “Didn’t your master tell you? Ghost agents and soul reapers are all short-staffed… Otherwise, there wouldn’t be room for you Celestial Masters. But now that I’m in charge, you guys might be out of a job soon.”
Qin Shaoqing watched him walk away, momentarily unsure of what to do.
But Fang Zhiyi turned back: “Waiting for me to invite you? Come on, let’s go back and discuss our cooperation plan…”
“Qin Shaoqing hasn’t shown up lately. System, isn’t my plan brilliant?” Tang Nuannuan was delighted.
The system flattered her: “The host is the most impressive!”
“Of course! As long as I cut off Li Chenxue from the most powerful Qin Shaoqing, my plan will be easier to execute! Just thinking about seeing my crush makes me so excited I can’t help myself!”
The system, watching its host gush like a lovesick fool, felt a bit nauseous.
“Nuannuan! Want to go shopping?”
Tang Nuannuan’s expression shifted instantly. “Sure! Going shopping with my best friend is the best!”
“We’ve been seeing fewer ghosts lately… I wonder why.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Tang Nuannuan’s mind was entirely on Gong Yu; she couldn’t care less about ghosts or gods.
The hastily formed “Celestial Master Alliance” had tracked the site down to the Eastern Suburb Cemetery.
As soon as they entered, the dense ghostly aura made all the experts frown.
What surprised them even more was a ghost—their own eyes couldn’t fully fathom its level—lazily sitting among a crowd of vengeful spirits, projecting an air of being second to none.
“That’s him! He’s the one who slapped me and my—” The young Taoist didn’t finish before his master kicked him.
How could he admit in front of so many peers that a ghost had smacked him?
The group’s excitement surged. Who knew that the vanished vengeful ghosts had all gathered in this very graveyard!
Just as tensions reached a breaking point, someone with sharp eyes spotted a human standing in the middle of the scene.
“Qin Shaoqing!”
“It really is Qin Shaoqing!”
“No wonder we couldn’t find him—he got here first!”
“Wait… Qin Shaoqing seems to be on their side!”
“Traitor!”
“Traitor to humanity! Shame of the Celestial Masters!”
Qin Shaoqing grimaced. Go ahead and yell. You don’t know what’s coming.
Then, a suona began to blow, thick fog rolled in, and the sudden spectacle made all the cultivators tense up. From the mist, two rows of ghostly agents slowly emerged, with two little ghosts blowing trumpets energetically, followed by a palanquin carried by eight bearers.
“A Judge?!” Someone finally recognized the sign held by the ghost agents.
Cultivators naturally had dealings with the underworld, but they usually interacted with lesser agents or soul reapers. A Judge…
“Great! With a Judge’s help, we’re sure to win! These vengeful spirits are plaguing the human world—”
“Wait, something’s off. Look over there!”
“Boss, why do we have to come in a palanquin? I couldn’t bring my big luxury car, and this bumpy piece of junk is murder on my butt.” A’da complained to Fang Zhiyi.
“You don’t even have a butt to hurt—you’re a ghost now, can’t feel pain!” Fang Zhiyi scolded. “This entrance has style.”
“Style? I think my license plate with seven eights in a row has more style.”
“Shut up.”
Qin Shaoqing was already numb. At this point, even if an Underworld Inspector called Fang Zhiyi “big brother,” he wouldn’t bat an eye.
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...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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."
