Before many of the cultivators could figure out what was happening, more ghosts emerged from the thick fog.
And as soon as these ghosts appeared, they headed straight for them.
“Bold specters!” someone shouted, just as they raised their magical artifact, only to receive a kick to the rear.
“What specters! That’s our sect’s founding grandmaster!”
“Get out of the way, Master! It’s me! Me!”
“Oh no… my dad doesn’t look happy.”
“Hey? Hey? Master, why are you kicking me? No, no, no—your disciples are all watching, give me some face, Master!”
Many cultivators were utterly dumbfounded. How could their long-dead relatives and friends appear here?
Qin Shaoqing watched the scene before him, feeling strangely triumphant, his chest puffing out.
The suffering I went through, it’s finally your turn now!
Chaos reigned. The legendary battle between good and evil never happened. Instead, less experienced Heavenly Masters watched in shock as their usually imposing seniors were kicked and chased by various ghosts, fleeing in disgrace.
They simply didn’t dare to fight back.
Who could have guessed that the ghost king ruling this place could actually summon their own masters? That was just too unfair! It was like two kids fighting—and then one of them brought in the other’s dad, only for that dad to side with the enemy!
“Learn from this… don’t just focus on fighting and killing all the time,” Fang Zhiyi said, looking at the chaos nearby. Qin Shaoqing glanced at him but didn’t dare to respond.
The chaos stopped only when Ah Da shouted. The grumpy old men and women grabbed their disciples and walked over.
Neither the vengeful spirits nor the Taoist exorcists had ever imagined that the two sides could sit down and negotiate together.
No, it wasn’t even a negotiation. They all just listened to Fang Zhiyi, a ghost, speaking. No one dared to raise any objections. After all, wasn't the Judge himself sitting there obediently?
Nobody knew what kind of background this ghost had.
“Right now, the issue we need to solve is how to promote closer cooperation between cultivators and the Underworld, and how to expand the reincarnation system outward from City A,” Fang Zhiyi said, pointing to the side. Everyone turned to look. They hadn’t noticed before that over a dozen ghosts were sitting there, radiating terrifying auras—clearly not easy to deal with. “These are the judges from various regions of the Underworld. They came here today specifically to discuss and learn together.”
Qin Shaoqing sighed softly. This world had truly gone mad—into something he no longer recognized.
Whatever. Let it burn.
Maybe I should look into changing careers tomorrow? Setting up a cart and selling fried skewers outside a school doesn’t sound bad. I remember a great skewer stall from back when I was busy catching ghosts… I haven’t had those in a long time.
I think the skewer stall owner’s daughter was pretty good-looking too. No, no, no—how can a cultivator think about things like that?
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a smack on his head.
“Master? You hit me…” Qin Shaoqing suddenly realized that every human and ghost in the room was staring at him.
Old Man Feng, full of anger, turned around and forced a smile at the crowd: “My disciple is a little shy. Sorry, sorry.”
“What do you mean, ‘joint representative’?” It wasn’t until the meeting ended—after the aggressively arriving Heavenly Master Alliance had hastily retreated and the Underworld’s delegation had all left—that Qin Shaoqing finally snapped out of it. Abandoning his usual cold demeanor, he nearly jumped up.
“Don’t get worked up. You’re the most suitable person for this. Relying on me to manage so many ghosts isn’t realistic. It’s fine in City A since I can get here anytime, but if we want to replicate this model in other regions, we need people like you to handle it. You know I’m not close with anyone else,” Fang Zhiyi said, patting his shoulder.
Qin Shaoqing felt like crying but had no tears.
How did he end up taking on such a huge job out of nowhere?
Before leaving, Old Man Feng also gave him a lecture, telling him to cooperate fully with Fang Zhiyi.
“Killing one ghost only saves one person, but changing the overall situation—that’s true great virtue!”
Qin Shaoqing curled his lips. He had seen it for himself: before they left, Fang Zhiyi’s subordinates handed out all sorts of goodies to the visiting ghosts—cars, houses, spirit money, color TVs… He looked at Fang Zhiyi indignantly. Following this guy, could he really accumulate virtue? More like he’d be piling up bad karma!
But Qin Shaoqing was, by nature, obedient to his master. Even if he grumbled, he still followed Fang Zhiyi’s orders.
Over time, he became curious about Fang Zhiyi. What exactly did this ghost do when he was alive? Something that should have been incredibly complicated ran smoothly under his command. Even the sworn enemies—vengeful spirits and Taoist exorcists—started working together to sweep through other cities’ territories. On top of that, he even found new business opportunities for the exorcists.
For example, Liu Xiaohua’s service of meeting deceased relatives.
But now that the secret was out, they became even bolder. They simply sent ghost messengers to bring the dead back up, like prison visitations.
“This is called resource integration. After integration, you redistribute,” Fang Zhiyi explained carefully to Liu Xiaohua.
Qin Shaoqing’s head ached just looking at the mountain of reports piling up. Even someone with his perpetually cold face felt like dying.
But as soon as the thought occurred, he immediately vetoed it.
Knowing Fang Zhiyi’s personality, if he died, his soul would be dragged right back to this position to keep working—without even food or drink!
He had seen it with his own eyes. The newly recruited vengeful spirits were worked like nuclear-powered donkeys on a production line. Even the exorcists felt it was cruel.
And Fang Zhiyi had the nerve to say, “Turn resentment into motivation.”
A total, shameless capitalist dog!
“Hey!”
The voice close to his ear almost made Qin Shaoqing jump. “Who? Where? What?”
Fang Zhiyi looked at him helplessly. This guy was way too jumpy.
“I’m done talking. Here, this girl has some talent. Just teach her some basic yin-yang arts so she can protect herself.”
Qin Shaoqing shook his head like a rattle drum: “No way. My master said…”
He saw Fang Zhiyi pick up a big black brick phone—an ugly-looking one—and instantly understood: “No, no, no! I think my master would be very happy to have another apprentice…”
Fang Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
But as he watched Fang Zhiyi walk away, Qin Shaoqing felt something strange. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was off.
Forget it. Better get back to work. Their current headquarters was busier than ever. Fellow cultivators who came to help for a few days would beg to leave, and if not for their sects forcing them to stay, they would probably have worked themselves to death.
He wondered how that junior sister of his… no, Li Chenxue, was doing now.
But with so many fewer ghosts wandering outside these days, she shouldn’t be in danger anymore, right?
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down 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."
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
