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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
