Qin Shaoqing scratched his head, utterly unable to figure out what was going on in Fang Zhiyi's mind.
He had actually reported the ancient tomb to the authorities. Then, without missing a beat, he contacted several officially cooperating Taoist masters and jointly submitted a risk assessment report. Such a coordinated action caught the attention of the officials.
For a time, Gong Yu's burial chamber was a hive of activity. The ones who blasted open the gate were from the military, and the ones who arrived afterward were from the archaeology team. The two sides were arguing over the damage to the gate.
Soon after, a large group of Taoist masters arrived, and behind them came a dense, overwhelming mass of vengeful spirits.
The entire underground palace was preserved by the archaeology team for study, and the protective formation around Gong Yu had been inadvertently broken by Li Chenxue. He, along with his stone coffin, was moved out entirely.
Gong Yu had indeed been awakened by Tang Nuannuan's blood. But after sleeping for so long, his body was still weak, and his damaged skin needed to be repaired bit by bit.
This process lasted three full days. When Gong Yu opened his eyes, he found a vague image of a girl in his mind.
Her blood had merged with his body, and this made him desperate to find her.
But the moment he violently pushed open the stone coffin, Gong Yu was stunned.
Wait—this wasn't his tomb.
He realized his coffin had been placed in a vast square. As he surveyed his surroundings, he noticed several unfriendly stares fixed on him.
"So many old bastards..." Gong Yu's eyes turned bloodshot. He was all too familiar with the aura of those Taoist masters.
But then a chilling yin energy from behind made him spin around. Gong Yu froze again.
So many... ghosts?
What were they all gathered here for? As a zombie, he understood ghosts well—vengeful spirits almost never gathered together, let alone in such numbers...
Before he could figure it out, the lights surrounding the square suddenly blazed to life. The brightness, akin to sunlight, made Gong Yu quickly cover his face.
Though he wasn't afraid of sunlight, his body was still weak right now.
What the hell had happened in the outside world while he slept? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly stood up—screw it, he was fighting his way out!
But the moment he rose, Gong Yu saw that there was something directly in front of him.
"Huh?"
A deafening roar made even Gong Yu freeze for a second. Then he was knocked back a step by some kind of impact.
Staring at the chunk of metal lying on the ground, Gong Yu was baffled. But he had no time to think further—dozens of machine guns opened fire on him all at once.
Gong Yu realized he was under attack and even considered fleeing. These people had no honor! They'd actually etched talismans onto those hidden weapons!
But just as he was about to move, a ghostly figure lunged at him. It burrowed into his back and burst out through his chest.
Gong Yu was startled. He could clearly feel a fraction of his yin-sha energy being drained away by that vengeful spirit.
"Bastards... do you have a death wish?"
But before he could finish his threat, hundreds of vengeful spirits surged toward him.
They darted through his body, each one siphoning off a bit of his power. And at that very moment, a bullet pierced his skin, then a second, then a third.
Not far away, the backup Taoist masters watched as the millennia-old corpse king was finally breached, nodding in approval.
"Fang Zhiyi was right," one said. "Times have changed. The methods for dealing with zombies have to evolve too."
"Exactly. I'm going to get myself a couple of guns when I get back..."
"Hey, I'm reporting you for illegal firearm possession."
"Shut up!"
Amid their banter, Gong Yu was nearly blasted to pulp. What shocked everyone even more was that after he was thoroughly dead, several bolts of heavenly thunder struck down in succession, each one precisely hitting the chunks of flesh he left behind.
Back at the police station, both Tang Nuannuan and Li Chenxue were about to be released. But the two started arguing again, and it quickly turned physical. When officers hurried over to break it up, Tang Nuannuan's face had already been scratched in several places.
"Just you wait! All of you will die!" Tang Nuannuan shrieked, angrily shoving aside the officers holding her back. "Gong Yu and I will slaughter every last one of you scumbags!"
Her system was starting to regret its choice—this host was seriously ridiculous.
But the next second, it suddenly spotted something strange. Before it could react, that thing grabbed it and yanked it away.
By the time Tang Nuannuan calmed down, she realized her system was gone.
Panicking, she saw that the person she had called to bail her out had arrived.
"Ali! Over here! I'm here!" she called out, waving at him. The system was probably off checking on Gong Yu, and she needed to get out quickly.
But Ali, who had always done everything she asked, hesitated when he reached her. He looked at her with confusion first, then gradually with disgust, and finally with outright loathing.
"What's with that look? Just get me out of here! I have things to do! Don't worry, I'll make sure you're my most loyal underling!"
"You're crazy," Ali muttered, suddenly slapping himself. "Was I out of my mind? Why was I acting like a simp for that chubby-faced drama queen? Had I been under some kind of spell?"
The thought made him panic. He stumbled backward. "Sorceress! You can't fool me anymore!"
With that, he turned and fled.
Tang Nuannuan's body trembled as despair set in. She slowly touched her own face.
"This isn't right... It shouldn't be like this... Let me try another call!"
She phoned four or five people in a row—every man she had ensnared. But each one came and left in a hurry, all of them looking as if they had just woken from a dream.
Tang Nuannuan was utterly crushed. She screamed for her system, but got no response.
In contrast, Li Chenxue fared much better. She signed her release papers obediently and walked out. Irritated by her parents' nagging, she couldn't help thinking, when would they realize their daughter was different from others?
Especially remembering how Tang Nuannuan had turned on her, a fire burned in her heart.
Since everyone looked down on her, she would make something of herself!
Her first move... was to use her special skills and abilities to help those... vengeful spirits?
Li Chenxue suddenly realized that the ghosts she used to encounter from time to time were all gone. Panicked, she made a special trip to a haunted house, but there were no spirits there, either.
She didn't give up. She visited several lonely graves, but again found nothing.
After wandering for days, she finally spotted a vengeful spirit hurrying across the street. Li Chenxue excitedly chased after it.
"Do you need any help? I can help you," she offered. Her reasoning was simple: the ghost would accept her help, and she'd ask for a small payment in return. After all, human money was useless to ghosts—this deal couldn't lose.
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
