Fang Zhiyi's figure flickered as he instantly closed in on the burly man to the left, landing a swift, powerful hook punch squarely into his abdomen. The man grunted, his body involuntarily doubling over. Seizing the moment, Fang Zhiyi grabbed his arm and threw him heavily to the ground with a shoulder toss.
Seeing this, the burly man on the right roared and swung his thick arm at Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi sidestepped to avoid it and followed up with a kick to the man's knee. A crisp "crack" sounded as the man dropped to one knee, his screams echoing through the secret chamber. Fang Zhiyi then drove an elbow strike into the side of his neck, and the man's eyes rolled back as he collapsed unconscious.
The first burly man, still shouting about defending the sect leader and trying to get up, was met with a kick to the stomach from Fang Zhiyi. He curled up like a boiled shrimp, groaning in pain.
"Brainwashing, huh? Defending the cult leader, huh? Trying to kill me, huh?" Fang Zhiyi said as he slapped the burly man across the face repeatedly. The sharp crack of the slaps made the bald man tremble uncontrollably.
"I can't be bothered to brainwash you, but the simplest, most brutal way to deal with scum like you is to give you a real taste of pain from the real world." Fang Zhiyi didn't stop his hands as he grinned at the bald cult leader.
The bald man wanted to run, but the only path to the outside was blocked by Fang Zhiyi. He didn't dare to squeeze past him, so he could only watch helplessly as his henchman was dazed and battered by the slaps.
Under Fang Zhiyi's relentless, friendly smacks, the originally vicious burly man's eyes gradually cleared, and he even looked like he might cry.
Fang Zhiyi dropped the man clutching his face and walked step by step toward the bald man.
"You, you, stay back! I am the voice of god! I am the savior!"
"Savior my ass," Fang Zhiyi said without hesitation, throwing a punch at his stomach. The bald man immediately vomited from the blow.
"Tsk, tsk, look at your sect leader—he feels pain too, huh? Wait, didn't they say you were immortal? I've got to test that out." Fang Zhiyi looked around, and the sect leader took the chance to pull a stun gun out of his pocket.
"Die!" the Cult Leader shouted, but the next moment his hand was grabbed. Fang Zhiyi slowly turned his head. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk when you're ambushing someone?"
With that, he punched the sect leader's elbow joint. The sect leader cried out in pain, his grip loosening, and the stun gun fell into Fang Zhiyi's hand.
"This thing will do nicely. Don't move—let me test it out..."
"No, no, no! Please! Boss, boss! Let me go—whoever sent you, I'll pay double!" The cult leader was completely terrified. He was just a charlatan by trade, with no invulnerable body. This young man's viciousness had far exceeded his expectations.
The two burly men, now awake, watched in a daze as their sect leader, wailing like a child, was chased and zapped by the young man, his face covered in snot and tears, all traces of his former calm utterly gone. A flicker of confusion crossed their eyes.
"Yeah, kill them!" Little Black shouted excitedly.
But Fang Zhiyi suddenly stopped. "Kill them?" He glanced at the original host and sighed. "Forget it. Murder is against the law."
"Tsk."
"But you can have some fun," Fang Zhiyi said, pressing the stun gun against himself. The sect leader convulsed and collapsed after a jolt.
Fang Zhiyi then turned to tell Little Black: "That should do it. Let him enjoy it properly."
Little Black got excited. "Leave it to me—don't worry, no, just relax!"
The unconscious sect leader felt his world begin to shift. Everything around him twisted, and a massive figure loomed before him, recounting all his sins. The sect leader was stunned—what had he gotten himself into? Could gods really exist? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
But then, a crowd of naked little dwarfs rushed over, grabbed him, and started tossing him into the air. When he fell, the black ground split open to reveal rolling lava beneath.
"the cult leader, he..." In the sealed room, the two burly men crouched in the corner, watching the unconscious cult leader thrash and scream—first begging for mercy, then pleading for his life, and finally confessing all his crimes.
Fang Zhiyi casually pulled out his phone to record the scene and even pushed the door open.
The cult leader's ear-splitting screams traveled outward. Soon, followers came to check, and when they saw the chaos, they froze in shock.
Just then, Fang Zhiyi received a message from Wei Wuyang:
"All set. (●'◡'●)"
"What a disgusting punk," Fang Zhiyi cursed, pocketing his phone as he prepared to leave. After a few steps, he turned back to glare at the two burly men. "Remember this—don't mess with the Li Group!"
As he swaggered away, one burly man suddenly recalled that one of their recent targets was the Li Group's third young lady.
With Little Black following him out, the cult leader finally woke up. Staring at his stunned followers and the wet floor from his own urine, his face flushed red. "I was possessed by a god!"
...
Li Zhenni carried out her tasks meticulously. She inquired about her mission progress almost daily, which puzzled her system. She rarely communicated with the system and even refused to use its provided tools, but fortunately, she was highly capable, which pleased the system.
"What? My little sister was kidnapped? Who did it?" Li Zhenni was shocked when she received the call. The voice on the other end gave a name. "Are you sure?"
According to the original timeline, the cult's rise wasn't supposed to happen for another two months, and Li Zhenni had already planned a countermeasure. But this sudden change caught her off guard. The original host's sister was the only kind person in the Li family—there was no way she could ignore this.
If that was the case, she'd move early!
The system was also confused. The cult had kidnapped the host's sister? That didn't add up. Puzzled, it even went back to check on the cult but found nothing unusual—no sign of the sister.
"Your little trick of shifting the blame might end up hurting the innocent," Little Black said.
What's the harm? That time-traveler is very capable.
"How do you know?"
"Instinct. The vibe she gives off... it's like the aura of Yue Anyao holding a knife."
At the mention of Yue Anyao, Fang Zhiyi's eyes darkened.
Little Black swatted at the curious original host. "Why are you still eavesdropping on gossip? Get lost!"
"This cult has been hiding for ages and will be a hassle to deal with. Let the transmigrators handle it," Fang Zhiyi said, narrowing his eyes. "While they tear each other apart, we'll have time."
"Li Lie, send word out: bring all potential clients here tomorrow. We've got something important to announce. Yes, tomorrow! And make sure you take good care of that young lady."
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
+ 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!
