"Regret?" Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
"The danger level is rising. Host, you need to leave immediately," Xiaoxiaohei announced mechanically, though its tone lacked the urgency of previous warnings—it had already learned that this host never listened anyway.
Huijue suddenly pressed his palms together, his entire head tilting slowly backward, staring at the massive golden Buddha from an eerie angle as he chanted something under his breath.
The Buddhist light radiating from his body grew stronger and stronger.
For a moment, Fang Zhiyi almost believed he was looking at a true enlightened monk.
"Do I look that stupid? You think I'd just let you power up your ultimate move?" Fang Zhiyi sneered, vanishing in a flash. His technique mirrored the one Xuan Jizi once used—his body launching forward like a massive bird lunging straight at Huijue.
The closer he got, the louder Huijue's chanting became. Those resonant syllables, like living things, wormed their way into Fang Zhiyi's ears. Blood vessels gradually surfaced in his eyes, and a wave of irritability surged into his mind.
Huijue hadn't expected anyone to break through his Sanskrit chant and get this close.
"Wait—"
"Wait for your mother!" Fang Zhiyi swung his sword. That strike was pure emotion, completely devoid of technique.
The blade sliced open Huijue's body from the neck downward. It was clear he wouldn't survive.
Fang Zhiyi barely had time to catch his breath when he saw Huijue's head suddenly snap back into position, staring straight at him with eyes full of venomous hatred.
At the same time, Fang Zhiyi heard a faint cracking sound.
He whipped around and realized that the arhats and vajra warriors lined up on both sides of the hall seemed to be coming to life. Their pupils darted wildly around, greedily staring at everyone in the room. Their bodies twisted and writhed as if trying to break free from the gold-plated shells encasing them. The golden paint on their surfaces was covered in cracks, constantly emitting the sound of breaking fragments.
As fragments of painted clay fell to the ground, they revealed the withered, pitch-black bodies beneath—their heads still bearing the faces of arhats and vajra warriors, giving them a grotesque and alien appearance.
"Xiaoxiaohei, what the hell are these?" Fang Zhiyi tightened his grip on his sword.
Xiaoxiaohei felt a bit helpless—did this Host think he was using it like an encyclopedia? Still, it answered earnestly: "They should be corpse puppets. Corpse puppets originate from the Old Desolation Canon. They are made by a cruel method of encasing a living person inside a clay mold..."
"Shut up! I just asked for the name!" Fang Zhiyi knew he couldn't wait any longer. With a light tap of his toes, his long sword emitted a humming sound as he charged at a corpse puppet that had already begun to move slowly.
Before coming today, he knew it would be intense, but he hadn't expected it to be this intense!
Fang Zhiyi's sword moves were almost entirely devoid of technique. That wasn't his fault—Xuan Jizi's sword style had never relied on technique in the first place. It was all about speed, precision, and ruthlessness. If Xuan Jizi hadn't been obsessed with becoming an immortal, he might have made a decent swordsman.
To Fang Zhiyi's delight, these corpse puppets exuded dense yin energy. Once he realized this, he no longer rushed. He simply plunged his sword into a corpse puppet's body while dodging the attacks of its long, slender arms.
As Fang Zhiyi activated the blade, the formation he had engraved on the sword handle began to spin wildly. The corpse puppet froze for a moment, then suddenly let out a screech so piercing it nearly shattered Fang Zhiyi's eardrums. But even that couldn't stop its yin energy from being frantically sucked into the black sword.
"Who says being a heretic cultivator is bad? Being a heretic cultivator is absolutely wonderful!" Fang Zhiyi was overjoyed. Wasn't this exactly what he needed?
He darted among the corpse puppets, his long sword working like a vacuum cleaner. The puppets drained by the black sword quickly withered and collapsed into piles of gray dust.
Just as he was getting excited, Xiaoxiaohei suddenly warned again: "Danger level rising. Host, please be cautious—"
Fang Zhiyi ducked and rolled to avoid an attack, then spun around abruptly.
Huijue's corpse had vanished!
"No way..." Fang Zhiyi stared at the giant golden Buddha as cracks began spreading across its surface. "Old monk! You're truly ruthless!"
Making a snap decision, Fang Zhiyi shook off the two corpse puppets clinging to him and lunged straight at the Buddha statue, now revealing its true form.
Inside the Buddha was a mass of writhing, repulsive flesh. As the outer shell fell away, its complete form was fully exposed—a pile of stacked flesh and blood twisted into a monstrous shape!
"A Blood Flesh Buddha. There are no clear records about it..." Xiaoxiaohei continued to fulfill its duty.
"Thanks so much," Fang Zhiyi muttered. The Blood Flesh Buddha trembled, and soon, countless human faces emerged across its surface, sending chills down anyone's spine.
At the very top, the face was unmistakably Huijue's!
Some of these faces showed joy, others agony, others despair. But when they all opened their mouths, they produced the same sound—an incomprehensible, murmuring chant.
As the entity descended, the corpse puppets that had been chasing Fang Zhiyi all stopped moving, as though cowed by its presence.
Huijue's face—at the top—suddenly snapped open its eyes, glaring at Fang Zhiyi with boundless resentment: "I was just one step away from becoming a Buddha! Just one step!"
As he roared, the other faces joined in screaming.
Fang Zhiyi stood frozen for a moment, then slowly raised his sword.
Huijue kept ranting: "It promised me that once it was fed, I could become a Buddha. If not for you, if not for you..."
"Looks like you've really been stuffing it full," Fang Zhiyi said, glancing at Huijue. "What's wrong with the people in this world? Either they're obsessed with becoming immortals or Buddhas. Do you think turning into something like this is better?"
Without another word, he thrust his sword into the Blood Flesh Buddha's body. There was no resistance—it was like stabbing into cotton.
"Hahaha, you little worm, you can't kill it! It is a true Buddha! Not something an ant like you can—"
Fang Zhiyi looked up at him impatiently: "Have you ever seen a real Buddha that survives by devouring its own believers and stealing luck? You've been played for a fool, and you're still happy about it."
"How dare you!" Huijue bellowed in fury. Suddenly, a crack split open on the Blood Flesh Buddha's chest, and a twisted enormous hand slammed straight down at Fang Zhiyi.
Several dark figures flew in from outside the hall, blocking the blow above Fang Zhiyi's head.
Xuan Jizi, the village guardian, and the trickster spirit all joined forces, but they only managed to slow the descending hand for a brief moment.
"Useless! All useless! Hahaha!" Huijue laughed maniacally.
But Fang Zhiyi just kept repeating the same motion—stabbing the sword in, pulling it out, stabbing it in again, pulling it out once more—barely paying attention to him.
Huijue grew furious: "Ant! Die like a good pest!"
"So it really is immune to physical damage," Fang Zhiyi muttered, pulling his sword out again and scratching his head. Then he slowly raised it. "Old bald donkey... have you ever seen the Heavenly Dao?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
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...
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!
