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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
