At the cost of losing an arm and a leg, Fang Zhiyi once again found a key to escape.
He succeeded in protecting those cities, but he had to die.
Because his injuries were real—in his current state, entering again would mean certain death. The authorities didn’t dare gamble, and neither did he. Only by his death would they select a new candidate.
But before he died, Fang Zhiyi had one last wish: to see that woman again.
Soon, the security team brought him some photos, and everyone looked at him strangely.
In the photos, Ning Yi'an was nestled shyly in the arms of a white man, her face glowing with happiness. Fang Zhiyi stared at the image for a long time before forcing a smile. "As long as she’s safe, that’s all that matters."
Someone from the security team quietly urged him to look at the other photos. Only then did Fang Zhiyi realize that in every picture, his "white moonlight" was with a different man—white, black, tall, short.
"Also, seeing her won’t be easy. She’s under the protection of K Country now."
K Country? Wasn’t that the same nation that had extended him an olive branch twice before? Fang Zhiyi seemed to understand everything now, but there was nothing he could do. Human logic was often twisted—facing the same disaster, they schemed to suppress other nations, vying for higher status. If they couldn’t recruit him, eliminating him was just as viable.
He died, drinking poison to end his own life.
"Use my brain? I just spent the last world racking my brains—can’t I take a break?" Fang Zhiyi complained after reading the scenario. This world might be even more exhausting than the last. If it turned out to be a puzzle-solving world, he was doomed.
Xiao Hei squinted, his face—Yue Anyao’s face—looking both cunning and adorable. "Host, actually, I’d like to ask for your help with something in this world."
"Me... huh?" Fang Zhiyi turned to look at his hand, his fingers twitching slightly.
"Host?"
"Shh. I feel something... familiar." Fang Zhiyi’s lips curled into a slow smile. He had tried this in many worlds before, but success was rare. Though he didn’t know why, this world actually responded!
As someone with prior experience in cultivation, understanding the mechanics was simple. Then, drawing from his experience as a ghost, Fang Zhiyi had invented ghost cultivation. And when he worked as a Taoist priest—though that world couldn’t sustain cultivation—he still made some refinements.
This world! It was saturated with that eerie energy, almost indistinguishable from yin energy!
Xiao Hei watched as Fang Zhiyi sat cross-legged, closing his eyes slightly. Wisps of black energy flowed into his body with each breath.
"Host, this isn’t safe, is it? You’re not a ghost right now..."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t respond, but seeing that he seemed unharmed, Xiao Hei quietly waited.
Meanwhile, the live chat erupted into chaos.
"What’s Fang Zhiyi doing?"
"No idea. Is he meditating?"
"Didn’t know he was a cultivator (laughing emoji)."
"Damn, that newbie next door just got crushed to death, and this guy hasn’t even moved?"
"Maybe it’s good he’s not moving. It’s super dangerous outside—so many people have died already."
"But he can’t just stay like this forever, right?"
"Who are you to question Fang Zhiyi?"
"Can’t I just say something?"
"If you’re so good, why don’t you go in?"
"I’m not going in! Do I need to know how to make ice to use a fridge?"
Fang Zhiyi couldn’t see these comments. He was carefully guiding the usable eerie energy into his body, avoiding his heart and circulating it slowly.
"Am I seeing things? There was black smoke around Fang Zhiyi just now."
"Are you stupid? Black smoke? You think he’s having a qi deviation?"
"Oh crap! The ghost nurse is at the door!"
The door creaked open, revealing a hunched humanoid figure standing at the threshold. Its face was rotted, exposing rows of white teeth. It sniffed the air like a predator tracking prey, dragging an IV stand with its left hand while clutching a massive syringe in its right—still stained with traces of blood.
"The tension is unreal."
"So gross. So terrifying."
"Honestly, if you cover the face, it’s not so bad... I have a bold idea..."
"WTF, what are you thinking?!"
The ghost nurse spotted Fang Zhiyi and shuffled toward him, but he remained motionless, eyes closed.
"Oh no oh no oh no oh no—"
"Did Fang-ge pull an all-nighter? Came here to catch up on sleep?"
"Game over. Time to pack up and move."
The ghost nurse stopped in front of Fang Zhiyi, tilting its head. Slowly, it raised the syringe, its teeth grinding with a hideous sound.
"That Japanese player next door was killed by her—stabbed through the eyeball with that thing, injected who-knows-what, then dragged to the dissection room..."
"Fck! Can’t someone go in and slap Fang-ge awake?"
"If I had that kind of power, I’d be acting on my bold idea already."
Just as the needle was about to pierce Fang Zhiyi’s eye—and just as the authorities were about to use their hint—his eyes snapped open. The ghost nurse found her hand frozen mid-air, unable to advance even a millimeter. Fang Zhiyi had seized her wrist in an iron grip.
"Host, I thought we were about to depart," Xiao Hei sighed in relief. It was confident it could pull Fang Zhiyi out the moment he died.
Fang Zhiyi grinned, flashing his teeth. Whether this thing could see it or not, he had to keep up appearances.
In one swift motion, he stood up, never releasing the ghost nurse’s hand. With a sharp twist, her arm emitted a crisp snap—broken! Fang Zhiyi frowned, then seized her other arm and repeated the motion. Now both arms hung limp at her sides. The ghost nurse stood dumbly before him, only her exposed teeth still grinding together, whether in rage or fear, it was unclear.
She seemed to sense something terrifying.
The live chat fell silent. As the ghost nurse was kicked aside, a single comment drifted across the screen:
"Uh... wasn’t Fang-ge supposed to be an intelligence-type player?"
"That’s what I remember too."
"His revealed divine relic was 'Prophet'—lets him see ten seconds into the future."
"So what is this now?"
The chat exploded. For the first time, someone had physically harmed a supernatural entity with bare hands! Sure, others had injured or even killed ghosts before—but only using cursed objects or divine relics. Fang Zhiyi, an intelligence-type player, had just done it empty-handed. In thirty years, he was the first!
Spies lurking in the live stream immediately relayed the news to their respective nations.
At K Country’s headquarters, officials watched the broadcast in stunned silence before finally declaring, "That young man must die. We cannot let the Xia Kingdom keep winning."
Fang Zhiyi paid no attention. He was pleased with his current state. Even if it damaged his body, so what? It wasn’t his to begin with.
Ignoring the now-harmless ghost nurse, he strode out the door, glanced left and right, and chose a path.
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...
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
