Yellow Wind Monster narrowed his eyes, then suddenly opened them wide. “You came here on purpose to be captured?”
“Obviously.”
As those two words left his mouth, Fang Zhiyi’s hand, holding the Tiger Vanguard, suddenly tightened. A sharp crack echoed through the ears of every demon. The tiger demon froze for a moment, then howled in agony.
The monk had used some kind of sorcery—just one move, and the bones in his arm were shattered into pieces.
Fang Zhiyi slowly stood up, stripped off the clothes he had just put back on, and tied his kasaya around his waist.
“Remember this for your next life: don’t ever capture a monk with tattoos.”
“Quit your tricks! Attack!” Yellow Wind Monster bellowed. The lesser demons swarmed forward, their eyes burning red.
In their view, this was at most a monk with a bit more strength. No matter how fierce, he was still just a human.
Just days ago, their king had said a Bodhisattva had delivered a divine decree: anyone who stopped the scripture-seeking pilgrim would attain the Great Way.
Which demon wouldn’t want the Great Way?
Watching the monk buried among the rat demons, Yellow Wind Monster’s eyes flickered with red light. He had once been a yellow weasel at the foot of Mount Spirit-Holy, fleeing after stealing lamp oil from the glazed lantern. The Vajra warriors had hunted him, forcing him to carve out a kingdom here.
Over the years, he had grown powerful, yet he still dreamt of the terror of being chased by the Vajra. He knew his place—just a demon, separated from the immortals and Buddhas by an ocean of power.
Now, if he could gain the Great Way, who would refuse?
As for the Bodhisattva… he only said to stop the pilgrim, never forbade killing him. What wasn’t forbidden was permitted.
In a daze, Yellow Wind Monster imagined returning to Mount Spirit-Holy, dressed in a monk’s robe, glowing with golden light—just like the Vajra and Arhats.
Then a spray of blood mist exploded before his eyes, snapping him back to reality.
He blinked, unable to believe what he saw.
That bare-shouldered monk was carving a path of blood with nothing but his bare hands!
Right then, Fang Zhiyi had a tiny demon by the throat, punching its face again and again with dull, thudding strikes.
With a crunching sound, the rat demon’s head burst open.
“You damned monk!” The Tiger Vanguard, having swallowed his pain, now burned with fury. That one-handed monk had crippled his arm! He roared and charged forward.
But the monk just glanced back at him. A blur—and Fang Zhiyi vanished into thin air.
The next instant, Tiger Vanguard felt its scalp hair seized. Before it could react, a tremendous force yanked its head downward.
Wham! The tiger demon’s head smashed into a broken Buddha statue, shattering the remaining stone.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t stop. He grabbed the tiger’s head again and slammed it down once more.
The noise terrifyied the surviving demons into stillness. The dilapidated temple had become a slaughterhouse. Demonic corpses lay scattered, none intact. Blood splattered the walls, reeking worse than before.
Only Yellow Wind Monster sensed the danger. He always could, had a knack for survival—which was why he was still alive.
He summoned a gale and fled toward the exit.
But before he reached the door, a staff pressed against his throat.
The monkey with the hairy face and thunderous mouth leaned in to peer inside, his expression flat.
“We still have an unsettled score between us.”
“Monkey! You court death!” Yellow Wind Monster snarled. He valued his life, but he wasn’t some pushover!
That monk was vicious enough, but this monkey dared block his path?
A ferocious wind whipped up, rattling the door itself.
Sun Wukong frowned. “That trick again?”
“Hahaha! This is the Divine Wind of Three Evils! Monkey! I know your origins—even you can’t withstand it!” Yellow Wind Monster laughed wildly. His form grew ethereal as he melted into the gale.
“No one can kill me! No one!”
But what stunned Yellow Wind Monster was that Sun Wukong just stood there, making no move to stop him.
The demon grew cocky. He had earned his name through the Divine Wind of Three Evils; it was how he ruled this land. Now, if he could just—
Yellow Wind Monster froze. He looked down and saw the blood-soaked monk walk out, holding the enormous tiger head in one hand, as if he hadn’t even noticed the wind.
Impossible! The Divine Wind of Three Evils could shred flesh, break bones, strip sinew! How was this monk…
Then he glimpsed it: a faint golden light glinting around the monk, deflected the wind away as soon as it touched that glow.
Yellow Wind Monster’s daze deepened. He recalled something—he knew! He should have seen it from the start! As a rat, he had spent enough time at Mount Spirit-Holy to recognize it…
“You… you… you are…”
But Fang Zhiyi didn’t let him finish. He leaped high into the air, then reached out a hand as if picking something from a high shelf—slow, deliberate.
The Yellow Wind Monster watched that hand closing in. He wanted to dodge, but couldn’t. No matter how he shifted through the gale, the hand tracked him relentlessly.
Finally, fingers like iron clamps seized his throat. Fang Zhiyi pulled him—body and all—out from the whirlwind.
“You’re nothing but a rat.”
The demon stared in terror at the face before him, like a god of slaughter. In that moment, all will to fight died.
Impossible, the scripture-seeker…
“Yellow weasel, you fled Mount Spirit-Holy to wreak havoc. Now you face justice. Come back with me…”
Sun Wukong turned his head, his eyes showing no surprise. Out from the temple—a hellish scene—walked a Bodhisattva, kind-browed, with jewel ruyi tuft between his brows.
He looked neither at Fang Zhiyi nor at Sun Wukong, but calmly at the yellow weasel trapped in the monk’s grip.
The Bodhisattva extended a hand—meaning only one thing: hand over the rat.
“Three hundred and seventy-five lives destroyed. He deserves death.”
Ghost Tripitaka’s flat, slow voice broke the silence.
Fang Zhiyi acted instantly. The hand clutching Yellow Wind Monster suddenly tightened. Blood burst from the demon’s mouth and nose. He died on the spot.
Bodhisattva Lingji paused briefly, but didn’t seem as furious as expected. Instead, he gave Fang Zhiyi a curious glance, then looked at Sun Wukong, and finally at that ghost monk.
“How virtuous…” Bodhisattva Lingji stared at Ghost Tripitaka for a long time. “So this is it. Since you have decided, I will not waste my efforts any longer.” With that, he pressed his palms together toward Fang Zhiyi’s group, and his body gradually transformed back into the same mud Buddha statue that had once filled the temple.
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
