He frantically searched for the eye of the formation that could break the array. He had read in books that as long as the formation's eye was destroyed, the array would collapse! But where exactly was that eye?
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and beside him appeared his mother, father, younger brother and sister, and the old steward of the mansion.
Xuan Jizi looked down in terror, only to find himself dressed in luxurious clothes, his hands pale and delicate—clearly the hands of a young master.
“Huasheng, Huasheng…” His mother reached out to stroke his face, and Xuan Jizi's heart trembled. Was this… his mother?
“No, no, no! It’s all fake! It’s all fake! Evil spirit! Show yourself!”
He spun around wildly, but suddenly heard a scream. He turned back and saw another version of himself plunging a sword into his mother’s abdomen.
“Stop! Stop! Ji Huasheng! Stop!” Xuan Jizi roared. But that Ji Huasheng grinned wickedly at him, then pulled out the sword and moved toward the other family members.
“Run! Run!” Xuan Jizi completely lost his mind.
He watched his family—those who had obstructed his path to immortality—die by his own sword once more.
“Huasheng… Mother made your favorite osmanthus cakes.” His mother’s voice jolted him awake. Xuan Jizi wheeled around—the mother who had just died had reappeared.
“Ah!!!” He screamed in terror. No, no!
Sure enough, the resurrected mother died again at the hands of the other him.
“It’s all fake, all fake.” Xuan Jizi clutched his head, his eyes bulging wide. He dared not look around. “Where… where is the formation’s eye?”
He frantically counted on his fingers, his ears filled with his family’s dying cries, relentless and accusing. This threw his mind into chaos. He remembered: he had done all of that. He was Ji Huasheng, and he was Xuan Jizi.
Everything around him kept shifting. The process of his killing repeated endlessly. Xuan Jizi’s fingers kept calculating, even digging his nails into his flesh.
“The formation’s eye, the formation’s eye!” Xuan Jizi suddenly understood. “I… am the formation’s eye?” That was what his calculations told him.
His resurrected family members looked at him with relief.
“I… I am the formation’s eye. If I break the array, I will achieve immortality!” He shouted wildly, then grabbed his sword, reversed the blade, and stabbed it straight into his own abdomen.
“Gousheng, are you okay? You’re sweating so much—there’s blood too!” Xu Xiaoya was frozen, not knowing what to do.
“Don’t touch me.” Fang Zhiyi watched Xuan Jizi pierce himself through the abdomen, spitting out another mouthful of blood. “The formation being broken naturally brings backlash. It’s normal—I mean, it would be too twisted if this turned into endless recursion.”
Xuan Jizi seemed to sober up slightly. Gripping the hilt, he looked in their direction.
Fang Zhiyi struggled to raise a hand and wave at him.
Xuan Jizi’s face twisted in fury: “You sinister wretch! You’ve ruined my path to immortality?!”
“That’s why I say madmen can’t be cured,” Fang Zhiyi said with a helpless smile.
“Now your tricks are spent, aren’t they? That evil artifact of yours is destroyed too. Will you still resist?” Xuan Jizi yanked the sword out abruptly, blood splattering everywhere. Fang Zhiyi could clearly hear the restless stirring of the “failed products” on either side.
Xuan Jizi raised the sword, pointing it at Fang Zhiyi. “In that case, I’ll make you firewood for my alchemy furnace! Hahahaha!” His face was savage—whether from pain or excitement, it was hard to tell.
Fang Zhiyi laughed too, just as fiercely.
“I realized earlier that this tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner would be a hassle if someone took it.” He suddenly tore open his clothes, and Xuan Jizi froze. On Fang Zhiyi’s body were densely written small characters, and black qi emanated from within him, radiating outward.
“Gousheng!” Xu Xiaoya was terrified. She wanted to rush forward but didn’t know what to do.
“You… how dare you!” Even Xuan Jizi, a madman himself, was appalled. Using his own body as a medium to raise ghosts? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
“Master, you taught me—you need qi. Five-element qi is hard to find, but yin qi is everywhere… You thought the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was a magical artifact? Wrong. It was just a medium.” Fang Zhiyi pointed to his own head. “I have one advantage: I’ve got a strong mind.”
“Madman!”
Fang Zhiyi took offense. “Hey? You, a lunatic, are calling me a madman? Have you no shame?”
As his words fell, several dark souls emerged from Fang Zhiyi’s body. Compared to the earlier ones, these dark souls were noticeably larger. But Xu Xiaoya covered her mouth, for she saw the face of Gao Mingzhi among them!
There was also a seductively curved woman and a short, round toad.
Xuan Jizi watched these three dark souls charge at him and raised his sword to defend.
He might have held the upper hand, but after stabbing himself, his stamina and agility had greatly diminished. Worse still, the three dark souls were incredibly agile and shameless in their tactics—strike and flee, strike and wait for another chance. They harassed him relentlessly, draining him both physically and mentally.
The piercing pain in his abdomen reminded him he was nearing his limit, but Xuan Jizi paid it no mind.
“You can’t kill me! I’m protected by the golden light of merit!”
“The golden light of merit?” Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. “That was before. Now that you remember all the awful things you did, take a look—is it still there?”
“You… you… you…” Xuan Jizi began to tremble. Every scene in the illusion had actually happened!
Fang Zhiyi suddenly stood up, refusing Xu Xiaoya’s help, and flashed a sinister grin: “Ji Huasheng, have you really emerged from the illusion?”
With that simple question, Xuan Jizi’s expression froze instantly.
“An illusion… Am I still in the illusion?”
“Kill me, and you’ll see your parents again.” Fang Zhiyi even walked toward him, his face twisted in a chilling smile.
“Madman! Madman!” Xuan Jizi suddenly screamed. “No! No! You’re real!”
Fang Zhiyi stopped: “So?”
“So…”
“So you are Ji Huasheng, the one who killed his entire family.”
“Shut up!!!” Xuan Jizi went completely insane, clawing at his own face as if trying to tear away every trace of his past.
“You will never attain immortality.”
As Fang Zhiyi spoke again, the three dark souls encircling Xuan Jizi repeated in unison—a young man’s voice, a child’s voice, a woman’s voice.
“You will never attain immortality! Ji Huasheng! You will never attain immortality!”
Xuan Jizi clutched his head. His once-clear mind fell into chaos once more.
“Stop corrupting my determination!” He suddenly let out a guttural roar, reaching for his sword but grasping only air. Looking up, he saw Fang Zhiyi towering over him, holding his sword.
“Unworthy Disciple, return my sword!”
“When it comes to swordsmanship, I’m your ancestor.”
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
