"Boss, still delivering them to that old Taoist?"
"No shit. He's willing to pay, and we've got no use for these two little brats anyway."
"But that old lunatic is no joke... last time Liu got chopped to pieces by him..."
"What's a couple of deaths matter? Making money is what counts! Otherwise, do you dare take them into town to sell? I call this turning trash into treasure! Keep your eyes peeled and don't screw around!" The leader's tone was icy.
The guy who asked the question glanced back at Xu Xiaoya, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Speaking of which, I wonder what happened to that family of three we sent over last time."
"Mind your own damn business!" the leader snapped. "Let me warn you—that old bastard has some tricks. Stay sharp, or you'll lose your life for nothing. Damn it, if I could beat him, I'd have killed him long ago..."
With that final remark, the others fell silent.
"Gousheng... the people they're talking about sound really mean. Where are they taking us?" Xu Xiaoya whispered, her voice trembling with tears.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No idea. But it seems like things are getting interesting."
"You two, move it! Stop whispering!" The man in front yanked the rope, jerking Fang Zhiyi forward. Fang shot him a cold glare, and the man couldn't help but break out in goosebumps.
"What are you looking at?!"
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and kept walking, a sudden realization hitting him. He turned to glance at the quietly crying Xu Xiaoya. Could this be the power of being a villain? Getting ambushed by bandits just walking down the road—what were the odds?
"Fifth! What's going on?" the leader called back.
Fifth glanced at Fang Zhiyi before replying, "Nothing. Just telling them to pick up the pace."
The night roads were already hard to traverse, let alone mountain paths. This crew was obviously no good. They led the bound Fang Zhiyi and Xu Xiaoya for most of the night, finally stopping at a rundown Taoist temple.
Seeing the temple, Fang Zhiyi felt a twinge of nostalgia. He kind of missed temples, actually. But this one looked eerie and sinister, practically reeking of malevolent energy.
The bandit leader walked up and knocked on the door. Soon, the door creaked open, and a withered old face peered out. Even Fang Zhiyi was startled—the old man had huge bags under his eyes, like a toad spirit reincarnated.
He watched as the leader pointed at him and Xu Xiaoya, muttering something. The old Taoist's gaze swept over them. After a moment, he tossed out a pouch that landed with the clink of gold and silver.
The leader's face lit up with glee. Bowing as he picked up the pouch, he ordered his men to bring the two over.
Fang Zhiyi was shoved forward again. He didn't mind, but behind him, he heard Xu Xiaoya's soft cry.
He whipped around, and in a flash, a shadow swooped past him like a large bird. The old Taoist, who had been standing inside the doorway, had appeared right in front of Xu Xiaoya. A scream tore through the air, startling even a few birds into flight.
Fifth was rolling on the ground, clutching his spurting arm. His screams left Xu Xiaoya frozen in shock.
Everyone else was stunned too. Fifth was a known lecher, and he'd just used the chance to untie Xu Xiaoya to grope her—now the old Taoist had chopped off his hand.
Some of the bandits instinctively drew their rusty blades, but the leader shouted them down.
The old Taoist stared darkly at the leader, who swallowed hard. "Sorry, old immortal. We're leaving right now, right now! What are you standing around for? Help this useless piece of trash up! Let's go!"
He crept past the old Taoist, clutching the pouch of gold. The old man watched them disappear into the mountain path, then turned to look at Fang Zhiyi and Xu Xiaoya, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Follow me inside."
Fang Zhiyi didn't hesitate. He gave Xu Xiaoya a nod and stepped forward.
Given the move the old Taoist had just pulled, Fang knew he couldn't take him on yet.
The temple was just as shabby inside, as if no one lived there. The old Taoist led them to a low, cramped room. "You'll stay here. Tomorrow, your master will initiate you into the Way!"
Xu Xiaoya was still shaken by what had happened outside. Fang Zhiyi nodded and replied, "Yes, Master!"
The old Taoist looked at him, approval gleaming in his eyes.
After he left, Xu Xiaoya sat on the edge of the bed, still trembling. Only when Fang Zhiyi took her hand did she gradually calm down.
"Gousheng! He, he, he just..."
"I saw it."
"Is he going to kill us?"
"I don't know."
"What does he mean by 'master'?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at the girl and sighed. "He's crazy. He probably thinks he bought us with money, so we're his disciples now."
"But I don't want to be his disciple," Xu Xiaoya said, on the verge of tears.
Fang Zhiyi comforted her, "Don't worry. Let's see how things play out first. Seeking immortality, right? This counts as seeking immortality."
The night was quiet. Xu Xiaoya had spent the past few days sleeping in the wild, and after two more shocks today, she fell asleep on the bed quickly. But Fang Zhiyi frowned.
This world was far more dangerous than he'd imagined.
Corrupt officials, parents selling their own daughters, widows trafficking young boys and girls for a living, monsters disguised as immortals—and now this crazy Taoist popping out of nowhere.
The worst part was that his past experience was useless here. This world had no spiritual energy, and all the cultivation techniques he'd memorized were worthless.
"What good are you, really?" Fang Zhiyi muttered, looking at Xiaoxiaohei.
Xiaoxiaohei just stared back at him.
After a long moment, Xiaoxiaohei finally seemed to connect, its eyes glowing. "Transmigrator detected!"
Fang Zhiyi had just lain down in his clothes, but he shot upright.
"Don't talk. You're sharper than your dad..."
He didn't finish.
"Transmigrator deceased." Xiaoxiaohei's eyes went dim.
Fang Zhiyi was stunned. A transmigrator arrived and got killed right away? What kind of monster world was this?
Did Little Hei really think this world would make him safer? Where had things gone wrong?
Meanwhile, in a twisted space, Little Hei was rubbing its belly. "I hope Fang Zhiyi doesn't screw around... If he just keeps his head down, he should be fine. After all, in that world, the more flashy a transmigrator is, the faster they die." Suddenly, it picked up a signal from its duplicate and darted toward a passage.
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
