"Did you hear all that noise last night?"
"Not only did I hear it, I saw it too!"
"How did it go?" someone asked.
The speaker lowered his voice mysteriously: "You know that stranger who showed up yesterday? He drove off the village guardian!"
"Really?" someone gasped.
"That demon finally fled? No, no—will it come back to settle scores with us?"
This question silenced the others.
"If it blames us for taking in that stranger, it will definitely return to make us pay."
Going back and forth, they shifted the blame to Fang Zhiyi, convinced he had meddled in things he shouldn't have.
"And that kid doesn't seem like a good person either," the same man continued.
"Why?"
"I saw with my own eyes he released black smoke—it was that smoke that drove off the village guardian."
Terror spread across everyone's faces.
Fang Zhiyi watched the troupe members clean up the mess, the pain in his chest making him wince from time to time.
Sure enough, in a world like this, you're dead if you let your guard down even a little.
"Brother Fang, have something to eat." Yue'er ran up to him, holding two flatbreads. Fang Zhiyi didn't stand on ceremony; he grabbed them and started eating. When food was available, you ate it while you could.
The troupe leader's face was sallow, one sleeve hanging empty and limp. He leaned weakly against a trunk, and seeing Yue'er like this, he gritted his teeth and called out, "Yue'er! Come back!"
Learning that the spirit he'd painstakingly raised had been killed by this brat filled him with resentment, but the pain from his severed arm also reminded him that last night's situation had been anything but simple.
No matter what, he couldn't let his daughter get too close to this kind of sorcerer.
Just then, villagers came hurrying over. Seeing them, the troupe members looked wary, but these people were different from those last night. Their expressions varied—some were still catching their breath—which made everyone relax a little.
"Don't let him get away!" someone pointed at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked over, puzzled.
"We kindly took you in, and you dared to harm the village guardian! You fiend!"
Fang Zhiyi patted his chest. Well, at least they hadn't called him a freak.
"Seize him and offer him to the village guardian to make amends!"
"Grab him!"
Everyone in the troupe turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. He frowned at the villagers.
The troupe leader gasped for air, wave after wave of pain pounding through his skull.
"Dad..." Yue'er glanced worriedly at her father, then turned to look at Fang Zhiyi not far away. Several villagers surrounded him, clutching clubs and staves. She felt a pang of urgency. Though she didn't understand things like stage spirits or village guardians, she had hidden behind the scenes last night and seen the truth—this big brother had saved them.
"Don't you dare touch Brother Fang!" she shouted.
Fang Zhiyi looked at her in surprise.
Could there still be good people in a world like this?
"And a girl?" someone sneered.
"And them! They can't leave either!" someone else pointed at the troupe.
"That's right! They're accomplices too!"
More eyes shifted to the troupe's luggage.
Old Troupe Leader closed his eyes in despair. This was the worst fear of anyone traveling the roads. That's why he'd raised the stage spirit. But now the stage spirit was gone, and probably...
A scream rang out. His eyes snapped open.
The scream came from Yue'er, who stood beside him, her eyes wide with terror. He followed her gaze. One of the villagers surrounding Fang Zhiyi clutched his neck in panic, but he couldn't stop the blood from spurting out.
"Do you all think with your backsides? I killed your so-called village guardian; why wouldn't I kill you? Did you really take me for some kind of saint?"
"You... you actually killed someone!" someone shouted.
"No kidding." Fang Zhiyi said no more. His short blade slashed swiftly, and the nearest villagers fell one after another.
In the next moment, Fang Zhiyi leaped up and ran. The villagers, snapping out of their shock, grabbed their clubs and gave chase. These last twenty or so households all knew each other, many related by blood. Seeing their own kin killed by this brat, they weren't about to let it slide.
"Truly, a harsh land breeds harsh people..." the martial-arts actor muttered blankly, until Old Troupe Leader gritted his teeth and shouted: "What are you waiting for?! Go!"
The troupe members scrambled to gather their belongings and fled.
Only Yue'er cast a worried glance in the direction Brother Fang had disappeared—the opposite of their own path.
"Host, there's no road this way," Xiaoxiaohei said, keeping close to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi cursed: "You think I don't know that? I was trying to give the good folks an escape route!"
He clutched his chest. To be honest, these villagers weren't easy to deal with, especially wounded as he was.
"What a godforsaken place!" Fang Zhiyi spat. By now, he had plunged into the forest, but the villagers were still on his tail, eyes bloodshot and relentless.
And some villagers familiar with the terrain had already blocked his path ahead. Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth, jammed his banner into his belt, and called out: "Stop chasing! I give up!"
The pursuing villagers paused. Soon, someone roughly pinned him down.
One man raised his hoe, ready to smash Fang Zhiyi's head in.
Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes. Damn it, there really was no way out now.
Fortunately, a shout stopped the man.
"Kill him, and how do we apologize to the village guardian?" An old man, panting heavily, was helped over by others.
The man with the hoe kicked Fang Zhiyi. "Uncle, he just killed Little Erzi..."
"Killed, so what? Pacifying the village guardian is what matters!" the old man glared. "Do you all want things to go bad for us?"
Fang Zhiyi hadn't expected to keep his life—but it seemed he wouldn't keep it for long. The villagers stuffed him into a wooden cage, then busied themselves setting up what looked like an altar.
Fang Zhiyi paid no attention. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. This whole ordeal had worn him out.
It wasn't until a faint, eerie laugh reached his ears that he opened his eyes again.
The villagers below were all kneeling, the old man at the front, muttering pleas for the village guardian's forgiveness.
A chill wind stirred, and a small, hunched figure slowly materialized. Fang Zhiyi squinted. It was that creature from last night.
When it saw Fang Zhiyi locked in the cage, its eyes nearly overflowed with hatred. It had only wanted to devour a few living people last night, only to find the opponent had some tricks. And at the critical moment, this inexplicable brat had ruined everything.
But remembering last night's danger, the village guardian hesitated.
It squinted at Fang Zhiyi, its amber eyes narrowing. Suddenly, it smiled: "Your magic artifact is gone?"
It remembered well that this man had used some unknown artifact to get the better of it last night.
Just then, the old man stood up and reverently presented Fang Zhiyi's tattered banner with both hands: "Great Immortal, this fiend's belonging is here!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
