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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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!
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?!
