But just as one of the little demons touched Fang Zhiyi, its claw was grabbed by him and pressed against his own body.
“Oh no! An evil demon is trying to harm me!”
“No, no, monk, don’t yell!” The little demon panicked. This monk was absolutely mad!
The old fox was also confused. What on earth was happening?
But its confusion was soon answered.
“Demon! Release my master!” With a loud shout, a majestic figure descended from the sky.
The old fox was completely stunned.
Wait, what was going on? Were they putting on a play?
The monkey, covered in fur, landed without a word and raised his staff to strike. As soon as the golden-banded staff appeared, the old fox’s eyes suddenly cleared with recognition.
Just as the staff was about to shatter its skull—
“Great Sage!”
Sun Wukong abruptly halted the staff’s momentum and looked at the old fox with confusion.
“You, a little demon, know me?”
The old fox nodded frantically, its mind reeling. How had Sun Wukong appeared? Wasn’t he supposed to be trapped under Five Elements Mountain? But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that; survival came first!
Seeing the suspicion in Sun Wukong’s eyes, the old fox quickly tried to prove itself.
“Back when you swore brotherhood with several great demons, I was there too! Do you remember me, Great Sage?”
Sun Wukong shook his head.
Nearby, Fang Zhiyi stood with his arms crossed, enjoying the show. He hadn’t expected the demon to recognize Sun Wukong.
“Me! It’s me!” The old fox even jumped a few times, then revealed its true form and spun around. “Back then, I gave the Great Sage a banner that said ‘Equal to Heaven’!”
Sun Wukong thought for a moment and suddenly recalled: “I remember now. Back then, lots of demons came to congratulate me. Some brought jewels, some brought magical treasures, but you—you were the only one who brought a shabby banner!”
The old Fox grinned awkwardly: “I couldn’t help it, Great Sage. I was too poor back then…”
“I recall you had quite a loud title at the time, didn’t you? What was it?”
“Subduing Dragon Taoist!” the old fox quickly reminded him, seeing that Sun Wukong had finally remembered.
“Ah, right, right!” Sun Wukong chuckled, but then his gaze turned sharp. “When I was at my peak, I couldn’t recall what rare gifts people brought, but I remember clearly who brought junk! Watch my staff!”
As the staff was about to come down again—
“Wait!”
Sun Wukong stopped the staff’s momentum once more, turning back with some irritation. “What is it? I’ve been wandering for days and only found this one.”
Fang Zhiyi looked the old fox up and down, then squinted and smiled. “I have an idea.”
The Subduing Dragon Taoist, resigned to death, looked at Fang Zhiyi: “Eminent monk, Eminent monk, you can ask for anything!”
Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and put his arm around its shoulder in a friendly manner: “You’re pretty familiar with these parts, aren’t you? You know which demons live around here?”
As Fang Zhiyi whispered with the fox demon, Sun Wukong hugged his golden-banded staff and wore a look of impatience.
Finally, Fang Zhiyi laughed heartily and slapped the old fox’s shoulder hard: “Alright, alright! It’s settled!”
Though reluctant, the old fox could only force a smile.
That night, the eight-tailed fox grudgingly laid out a grand feast, bringing out all its hidden reserves. Fang Zhiyi and his party ate until their bellies were round. Sha Wujing patted his stomach with satisfaction, while Sun Wukong claimed several jars of fine wine and drank alone.
A night passed.
The other little demons watched as their patriarch packed its belongings and followed the monk away. Before leaving, it told them to guard the cave well.
None of them knew what had really happened.
They just felt like their home had been looted?
“From today on, it will serve as our pilgrimage team’s guide,” Fang Zhiyi said with satisfaction. He had just learned that this creature knew the terrain well, so he had roped it into service.
He had barely managed to assemble a group that somewhat matched the original story—too bad he couldn’t find a boar demon that had taken human form.
After they left, a seven-tailed fox suddenly appeared: “What? The patriarch was captured by a monk?”
“Yes, deputy leader. What do we do now?”
The fox paced back and forth, its eyes gleaming with calculation. After a long while, it stopped.
“Since the patriarch has met with misfortune, I will take over from now on!”
“The patriarch isn’t in trouble…”
“Shut up! From now on, call me Yalong Taoist!” The fox was excited. The old fox called itself Subduing Dragon Taoist—wasn’t it fitting to call itself Yalong?
On a mountain path, a hunched figure trudged forward slowly, pausing every few steps as if struggling greatly.
Its movements soon caught the attention of patrolling little demons.
Several little demons suddenly swarmed and surrounded it.
“Who goes there! Why have you trespassed into our king’s territory!” One little demon pulled back the ragged cloth covering the figure’s face, revealing… an old fox!
The old fox seemed flustered: “I, I’m just passing through. Sorry, sorry.”
The little demons’ eyes scanned the old fox greedily.
Though they sometimes ate humans, that was just a snack. But eating a demon—especially one with a demon core—could greatly enhance their power.
This old fox had clearly already gained the ability to take human form. Maybe it had been defeated in a turf war and was fleeing.
“Catch it and take it back!” the leading little demon ordered.
Ignoring the fox’s pleas, the other little demons bound it and dragged it away.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
A tiger-headed demon reclined on a stone throne, opening its eyes slightly: “What’s all the racket about?”
“Patrolling demons caught an old fox!”
“Oh?”
The attendant waved a hand, and the little demons carried the fox into the cave. The tiger demon took one look and chuckled: “An eight-tailed fox, huh. What luck.”
Hearing this, the little demons got excited. An eight-tailed fox—if they ate its demon core, it would greatly boost their cultivation!
But they knew they’d only get scraps. Still, any benefit was welcome.
“Boil it,” the tiger demon ordered. It was a bit curious how an eight-tailed fox had ended up in such a state, but it didn’t want to overthink it.
Immediately, little demons set about making a fire, while the old fox begged: “Your Majesty, can we negotiate? Please don’t eat me.”
“That won’t do. You’re a demon, too—you know the rules of our kind.” The tiger demon looked at the fox with smug satisfaction. “If you get reborn, next time stay far from my territory! Hahahaha.”
It failed to notice the sly gleam that flickered in the old fox’s eyes.
“So, no room for negotiation?”
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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."
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?"
