Fang Zhiyi knew that since this guy could deal with Little Black, he must be extremely powerful. It was said that this Golden Cicada was originally a disciple of Buddha, not weak by nature, but because he had no interest in Buddhist teachings, Buddha banished him to the mortal realm to undergo ten cycles of reincarnation.
Thinking about it carefully, it was pretty miserable. Ordinary people could at least die if the oppression became unbearable, but this Golden Cicada was punished just for slacking off and sent to the human world to suffer death after death.
After a while, Tripitaka finally withdrew his gaze and stared at Fang Zhiyi again. His lips moved slightly, but Fang Zhiyi didn't hear what he said.
"Huh?"
But Tripitaka returned to his previous state, staring intently at Fang Zhiyi.
"Hey, you're not being sincere at all. I..." Fang Zhiyi felt a bit frustrated. Now he was in a bind. He raised his finger to point at Tripitaka and was about to curse, but in the next moment, Ghost Tripitaka slowly placed his hand on Fang Zhiyi's finger. Fang Zhiyi's eyes widened. By the moonlight, he saw that scriptures had appeared all over his arm. These words seemed alive, spreading from his arm all the way to his body.
"What the..." Fang Zhiyi was dumbfounded.
But Tripitaka remained expressionless, slowly withdrawing his hand and pressing his palms together.
Fang Zhiyi quickly understood. It must have been something Tripitaka did just now. But this skill was truly terrifying. If Tripitaka wanted to kill him, could it be done in the blink of an eye?
"What now? Should I tear it off?" Fang Zhiyi pointed at the small talisman.
Ghost Tripitaka nodded.
Fang Zhiyi turned around and reached out again for the talisman. The moment his finger touched it, the talisman emitted a golden light. Simultaneously, Fang Zhiyi's hand also glowed with gold. The two lights collided, as if in a duel of mystical forces. Fang Zhiyi could even feel an indescribable power surging from within him. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the talisman and yanked it hard!
Then came an earthquake and a mountain shake. Fang Zhiyi lost his balance and sat down heavily on the ground.
Beneath a pine tree, an old man was resting with his eyes closed, gently waving a palm-leaf fan. But suddenly, he opened his eyes.
Before him, the surface of a stone table billowed with white smoke, churning like boiling water.
"A variable?" the old man muttered to himself. He lightly waved his fan, and the roiling white smoke instantly calmed down.
"Well, after all, we were once master and disciple—don't say your master didn't protect you..."
The Day Duty Officer, responsible for monitoring anomalies in the mortal world, rubbed his eyes. He had clearly seen something unusual in a mortal pond, but it vanished in a flash. Had he dozed off? He patted his head—whatever, it was just a shift. No trouble was best.
On Spirit Mountain, Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze thoughtful, but in the end, he simply closed them again.
A large hole had been torn in Five Elements Mountain. Sun Wukong stood in the open space in front of the mountain, hardly believing he had actually escaped.
But soon, he saw a figure tumbling down the slope.
Fang Zhiyi stopped in front of him. "Great Sage, could you give a warning before you move? I almost fell to my death!"
Sun Wukong paused, then grinned. "Got a bit excited. Forgot. My apologies, my apologies." But the next moment, he noticed the twisted patterns on Fang Zhiyi's body. "Those things on you—what are they about?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Tripitaka. "Oh, this... how should I put it—you wouldn't believe me if I said I don't know, would you?"
Sun Wukong waved his hand. "Forget it!" As he stretched his body, Fang Zhiyi quickly asked, "Great Sage, are you willing to go fetch the scriptures with me now?"
At this, Sun Wukong turned to look at him and snorted with a laugh. "Go fetch scriptures with you? A wandering ghost possessing someone else's shell, and a ghost monk—what scriptures would you be fetching?"
Fang Zhiyi was startled. "Great Sage, you can see through me?"
Sun Wukong pointed at his own eyes. "This old monkey's eyes aren't blind. It's strange—the two of you managed to end up together. But compared to you, that cloddish monk looks more like someone who'd fetch scriptures."
He paused. "Even though I didn't agree to you, I do know the meaning of repaying a kindness. Let me take care of something first, and then we'll talk."
Fang Zhiyi could only nod. And so, he followed behind Sun Wukong—a monkey, a man, and a ghost—heading toward the sunrise.
The scene was beautiful.
But by the time the sun hung directly overhead, Fang Zhiyi could no longer take it.
"Great Sage, where exactly are we going?"
Sun Wukong stopped, rubbing his chin. "Hmm... no idea."
"You..." Fang Zhiyi nearly passed out.
"My fault, my fault! I forgot to ask where that child lived."
"What child?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
"A little kid, leading an ox. He brought me peaches." Remembering the taste of those peaches, Sun Wukong's face was full of disgust. "Sour and astringent. I must find him and give him a piece of my mind!"
Fang Zhiyi curled his lips. So the monkey was going to repay a kindness after all.
But then he remembered something. "Great Sage, when I came, I did pass by a village. There should only be one village around here, but it's in the opposite direction..."
Sun Wukong turned to glare at him. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Fang Zhiyi looked innocent. "Hey, you didn't ask!"
"Didn't I ask?" Sun Wukong looked around. "Let's go, let's go. Hurry up."
After much more fussing, a village finally appeared faintly in the distance. Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to speak, Sun Wukong's expression changed.
"The smell of blood—heavy!"
He shot forward at an astonishing speed, and Fang Zhiyi hurried after him.
When they arrived in the village, they saw a squad of soldiers. Many villagers stood trembling to the side.
"Today, on orders of Lord Wang, we are conscripting soldiers. Every able-bodied man in the household must enlist! Otherwise, you'll end up like them!" The leader pointed his horsewhip at two naked men hanging from a pole, covered in blood.
"Those who joined Lord Wang's army and dared to desert—today, your village must come up with ten more strong men!"
The pleas of the elderly and the crying of the women moved the officer not at all. To him, these commoners were merely consumable goods.
Fang Zhiyi recalled that during Yang Jian's reign, there had indeed been local strongmen raising armies, though Yang Su later crushed them. But these one or two sentences in history books were a bloody hell for ordinary people.
"Don't take my father! Don't take my father!" A child cried out, clutching his father's leg. His actions angered two soldiers, one of whom raised his foot to kick.
"Damn brat, get lost!"
But the kick didn't land on the child. Instead, it was blocked by a leg full of fur.
The soldier looked up in confusion, then panicked. "Monster!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
