He understood instantly—this Xuan Jizi had encountered other transmigrators before and had even killed them.
“Even if I am not an immortal, I am still half a deity. How dare you worms try to deceive me?” He suddenly pulled a pill from his chest, this time of normal size.
“I can see through you at a glance—you are just a lonely ghost. Don’t think you can disturb my Dao heart!”
Fang Zhiyi had almost no power to resist. He forced the pill into Fang Zhiyi’s mouth, then let go, watching him with an expression full of anticipation.
Xu Xiaoya was petrified. After a moment of stunned silence, she mustered the courage to rush forward and help, but Xuan Jizi casually shoved her into the furnace, knocking her unconscious.
Everything before Fang Zhiyi’s eyes began to blur, and the sneering face of Xuan Jizi became distorted and abstract.
When clarity returned, Fang Zhiyi jolted awake. Looking at his worried parents beside the hospital bed, he glanced around in panic.
“I’m back?”
Fang Zhiyi was horrified. What kind of person was this Xuan Jizi? He had the power to send him back to his original world?
Seeing him awake, his father and mother wept with joy.
“Zhiyi! You’re finally awake! You scared your mother to death!”
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to speak, chaotic noises erupted from outside.
“It’s dark! The sky has gone dark!”
Fang Zhiyi jumped off the hospital bed, dashed to the window, and stared at the sky. It was as black as the bottom of a pot. Then, a voice echoed across the heavens.
“Disciple, your master has achieved immortality, hahaha... To become an immortal, one must sever all emotions. Let your master help you!”
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes widened as a terrible premonition surged in his heart.
In an instant, the clouds formed into Xuan Jizi’s grotesque face. He sneered and began churning the clouds. Fang Zhiyi felt an invisible force destroying the world around him. Skyscrapers collapsed, screams and weeping mingled together.
A violent wind arose, and lightning bolts struck the ground.
Steel and concrete buildings tore apart like paper. It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse. Only Xuan Jizi’s crazed laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
“Gousheng! Gousheng!” The half-conscious Xu Xiaoya saw Fang Zhiyi twitching on the ground. She rushed over, crying and shaking his body, only to see black liquid pouring from his mouth.
Xuan Jizi’s smile turned sickly.
“Another failure.” He reached down and grabbed Xu Xiaoya. She screamed and struggled, but was no match for his single hand. She could only watch helplessly as Gousheng’s convulsing body gradually stilled, until all life faded.
Xuan Jizi looked at the little girl in his hand, then suddenly his expression grew vague again.
“Such a material shouldn’t go to waste... That does make some sense.” He thought for a moment, then carried Xu Xiaoya down the stone steps, pausing only to kick Fang Zhiyi’s corpse into the pool.
A few minutes after Xuan Jizi left—
“Soul protection mechanism activated...” Xiaoxiaohei’s voice rang out.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes snapped open as he sank. He paused briefly, then swam upward. His peripheral vision caught something in the dark water rapidly approaching him.
Luckily, he was fast enough. He surfaced without stopping and quickly grabbed the nearest stone slab, hauling himself up just before the things in the water could catch him.
Panting, Fang Zhiyi looked into the water. A creature—more monster than human—glared back at him bitterly. Its head was bald, with gills clearly visible on its cheeks. Its mouth gaped wide, revealing rows of sharp, hair-raising teeth. Bulging eyes locked onto Fang Zhiyi, radiating regret.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi had made it ashore, the creature swam back and forth a few times, leaped high, then plunged back into the water and disappeared.
Fang Zhiyi caught a glimpse of its fish-like tail. From what he’d seen, there were probably more than one of these things in the water.
“Merfolk? Interesting...” He steadied his breath and turned to Xiaoxiaohei. “So that’s the safety net Little Hei left behind? Not bad, actually.”
Xiaoxiaohei simply stared at him.
Fang Zhiyi recalled what he had seen—a shattered world, a vanished population. Even now, he didn’t know if it had been real. Could this Xuan Jizi actually travel through time and destroy his home world?
“Warning... The host’s spiritual energy is only enough for one recovery. The host should leave here immediately and return to the village for a quiet life.” Xiaoxiaohei’s voice sounded.
Fang Zhiyi pushed himself to his feet.
“A quiet life?” He sneered. “Whether what I saw was real or not, that bastard has already pissed me off.” His face twisted into a dark grin. “Destroying a transmigrator’s home world... He has no idea what the consequences of that are.”
Night fell. A limping figure trekked along the rough mountain path, stopping now and then to get his bearings.
Xiaoxiaohei watched this unusual host with confusion. According to its directive from the original system, when Fang Zhiyi’s soul was damaged, it was to protect him once. The original requirement was that, after waking up in this body, the host should distance himself from his former life and wait quietly for the original system to arrive.
It had tried to send information to the original system, but something seemed to be blocking the connection. There was no response at all.
As a transmission system compressed to minimum energy, Xiaoxiaohei could only save the host in critical moments—provided the host’s spiritual energy was sufficient. For anything else, it had no means.
Fang Zhiyi looked like a desperate refugee. Finally finding a village, he slipped into a house and stole two sets of clothes. His eyes were fierce. Having traveled through many worlds, he had never suffered such a loss or been this humiliated.
Xiaoxiaohei watched with confusion as this strange host tied the stolen clothes around his waist, then snuck into another yard to swipe a cracked jar of pickled vegetables. It couldn’t understand what he was up to.
Had this host been a thief in a past life? But even then, what kind of thief steals a pickle jar?
Still, it felt relieved. As long as the host stayed away from danger, it could report back to the original system.
After passing a vegetable patch, Fang Zhiyi pulled up two radishes. He didn’t bother cleaning them—just wiped them on his clothes and bit into them. The radishes weren’t sweet; they were even a bit spicy. But to him, they were vital.
He hadn’t eaten anything proper in a long time.
Thus, a lone figure left the village and headed into the mountains.
He found the spot where he had been ambushed by bandits. Remote and deserted, the place still had his scattered belongings that the bandits had thrown aside during their search.
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.
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
