"Heavenly Dao? What are you talking about? Your death is imminent!" Huijue’s face was full of excitement.
"To become an immortal or a buddha, one must undergo tribulation... As for how to undergo tribulation, there is always a standard..." Fang Zhiyi said, and with a tap of his toes, he left the spot. The three black souls could no longer hold on and scattered. The Blood Flesh Buddha’s outstretched hand slapped down, but met only air.
This seemed to irritate it. The faces on its body all turned to Fang Zhiyi, including Huijue, muttering incessantly.
Fang Zhiyi felt those annoying voices burrowing into his head, gradually clouding his consciousness.
"Merge with it!" Huijue laughed wildly, watching the Blood Flesh Buddha’s hand suddenly extend, grabbing straight for Fang Zhiyi.
But Fang Zhiyi, who seemed already dazed, suddenly looked up and smiled. "You think this level of mental pollution can take me down? Do you really think I’ve been reincarnating all these times for nothing?"
Huijue was stunned. Fang Zhiyi vanished on the spot, and in the next moment, he leaped high into the air, his long sword stabbing straight down.
"It’s useless! Useless! You’re dead today!" Huijue kept shouting. "Since you want to destroy me, let’s die together! That counts as becoming a buddha too!"
When Fang Zhiyi’s sword pierced in, it slid down the Blood Flesh Buddha’s body as if there were no resistance. As it passed Huijue’s face, Fang Zhiyi even gave him a slap with his other hand.
"With an IQ like that, you couldn’t become a buddha even if you tried!"
Huijue was furious but could do nothing. He couldn’t control "its" body.
"You still want to resist? It’s just waking up now. Once it’s fully awake, you’ll know what kind of being you’ve provoked!"
"Makes sense, but why should I wait for it to wake up?" Fang Zhiyi landed on the ground and suddenly tightened his grip on the black sword’s hilt.
"You..." Huijue’s face was smug, but then he sensed something. "What are you doing?!"
"Feeding it," Fang Zhiyi smiled. "After all, who could bear to let such a big cutie go hungry?" The black sword in his hand was pouring yin energy into the Blood Flesh Buddha’s body.
"You’re trying to appease it now? Useless! Useless! It won’t accept you. I’m the one it recognizes!" Huijue kept shouting.
But as the massive yin energy flowed in, the Blood Flesh Buddha suddenly grew restless. Its patchwork body began to tremble violently.
Huijue, already absorbed by it, received the Blood Flesh Buddha’s emotions.
"Stop! Stop it!"
"Stop what? I didn’t finish my words earlier. Have you ever seen the Heavenly Dao?"
Huijue froze, then his eyes widened in terror. "You... you..."
"Based on my experience, when a certain substance exceeds the limit the Heavenly Dao can detect, what happens?" Fang Zhiyi’s hand was trembling slightly.
"You... how many people have you killed? You sinner! You’ve killed so many! You..."
Fang Zhiyi looked up at him. "Shh. Listen."
Huijue wanted to look up but couldn’t.
A terrifying boom rang out overhead, accompanied by the sound of shattered tiles and broken beams.
The writhing Blood Flesh Buddha stiffened in place.
Then came a second and a third boom.
All the faces on the Blood Flesh Buddha opened their mouths in piercing screams. A bloody glow enveloped its body, resisting the heavenly thunder. But this gesture only seemed to anger the Heavenly Dao further.
The thunder grew louder and louder. Fang Zhiyi had already scrambled away, covering his ears tightly. In the past, he was always the one being struck. Today, watching someone else get hit by lightning was kind of satisfying.
Still, the Heavenly Dao in this world was a bit too exaggerated, wasn’t it?
Without hesitation, he crawled and ran outside. Sure enough, not long after he escaped, the heavenly thunder grew so intense that it directly shattered the entire hall.
Fang Zhiyi turned and shouted at Xiaoxiaohei, "Is the danger level high?"
Xiaoxiaohei looked at him, instinctively wanting to keep its distance from this host. Who goes around provoking the Heavenly Dao?
Seeing it stay silent, Fang Zhiyi nodded. He sat cross-legged on the spot, watching the heavenly thunder pour into the ruins.
Only when the thunder gradually stopped did he step over. As expected, the Blood Flesh Buddha had been charred into a pile of scattered coke.
"What a shame... I didn’t expect that bald bastard to have a monster like this... Damn it, all my recent work has been for nothing." Fang Zhiyi grumbled. But just as he was about to leave, he noticed a broken floor tile beneath which seemed to be hollow.
"I knew it! No gambler loses every day, and no kid cries every night!" Fang Zhiyi dashed over excitedly. But when he looked down into the hole, his face darkened...
"Did you hear that thunder last night? So scary! I thought a big storm was coming."
"What storm? My nephew’s friend’s uncle’s neighbor works for the government. The authorities sent people over early this morning. Do you know who went with them?"
"Who?"
"The Imperial Observatory."
"Shh..."
"Do you know about Wanli Temple?"
"Come to think of it, that direction does have a Wanli Temple. I heard it’s quite efficacious."
"Bah! That temple eats people!"
"Don’t talk nonsense."
The man waved his hand. "Nonsense? My nephew’s friend’s uncle’s neighbor said so! He cleaned up the scene. The Imperial Observatory people were checking the basement. Guess what? It was full of human bones!" He spoke with vivid detail, as if he had been there himself.
"So the guy who’s your nephew’s friend’s uncle’s neighbor is just a laborer in the end?"
"You—!"
The waiter looked toward the door. "Miss, you’re here looking for that little Taoist again? He didn’t come today either."
Xu Xiaoya nodded. She glanced at the men chatting earlier. Could what they were talking about be related to Gousheng? Thinking this, she turned and left.
Today, she had to look for any work she could find. She couldn’t just starve on the money Gousheng had left behind.
Back in the courtyard, someone bumped into her. Xu Xiaoya was startled. Seeing Xu Xiaocao’s panicked face, she asked in confusion, "Xiaocao, where are you going?"
Xu Xiaocao’s eyes darted. "Uh, I... I’m going to buy some rice."
"Oh, okay. Do you have enough money? If not, I can lend you some."
"Enough, enough!" Xu Xiaocao nodded repeatedly, then hurried out.
Xu Xiaoya looked after her with some confusion, remembering the interrupted topic from the other day.
Just as she turned, she saw a child brought back from the beggar’s nest hiding nearby, secretly watching her.
"Xiao Gouzi, what are you looking at?"
This child had lost his tongue and could only make vague sounds.
Xiao Gouzi bit his lip and began gesturing wildly with his hands.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
