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.
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.
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."
