“Just imagining the looks on the faces of those people in the Heavenly Court if they saw an edgy, punk-style Nezha standing in front of them makes me want to laugh,” Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi pictured the scene and immediately shuddered.
“It’s fine. Immortals have personalities too.”
“Still, Nezha doesn’t seem like the type who only knows how to cause trouble.”
“Of course not. Don’t underestimate him. Nezha has a brain; he just can’t be bothered to use it too much. After all, he used to command armies,” Fang Zhiyi said with a smile. Then he lowered his head to look at himself. “Um... why do I feel like I’m not really a person?”
Little Hei glanced at him. “Obviously. You’re not a person.”
“Watch how you talk.”
“I mean, without fixed coordinates, you definitely—”
A face suddenly poked out from behind Fang Zhiyi. “Fang Zhiyi, you finally showed up.”
“Ghost!!!”
It was not that Fang Zhiyi was timid. This face was more terrifying than ninety-nine percent of all vengeful ghosts, its resentment so dense it seemed impossible to disperse.
“Q-Qin Shaoqing?” Fang Zhiyi finally recognized him.
He instinctively looked around. The surrounding buildings were all gloomy and sinister. He seemed to be standing on a street somewhere, and the style resembled the Underworld he had visited before.
“You left without a word back then. Do you have any idea how miserable I’ve been?” Qin Shaoqing advanced step by step. Fang Zhiyi gave an awkward smile. “No, I mean... look at you. You’re dressed so damn impressively now. It can’t have been that bad, right?”
“Oh? Then why don’t you try wearing this?” Qin Shaoqing’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he tugged at his luxurious coat. “Come on. You wear it, then!”
“No, no thanks.”
Qin Shaoqing looked him over. “You... what exactly are you doing here, appearing out of nowhere? After you vanished, I looked everywhere for you. The entire Netherworld was searching for you, but you disappeared without a trace...”
“Uh... I’m here to find someone.”
“Find someone?” Qin Shaoqing sneered. “There are only ghosts here. No people!”
“Oh, come on, don’t be so resentful.” Fang Zhiyi slung an arm around Qin Shaoqing’s shoulder. “I know you’ve got some complaints, but you’re the chosen one. Of course such an important task could only be entrusted to someone like you... A man as awesome, handsome, invincible, and blessed by fate as you—if you don’t deserve this position, who does?”
Qin Shaoqing was thoroughly bewildered. His memory of Fang Zhiyi was still stuck in the days when Fang Zhiyi had always treated him with hostility. Now that Fang Zhiyi was suddenly flattering him so shamelessly, Qin Shaoqing could barely handle it.
Then Fang Zhiyi abruptly changed the subject. “Oh, right. Um, is Liu Xiaohua here?”
“Her? She’s at my residence.” Qin Shaoqing’s expression softened somewhat at the mention of Liu Xiaohua. He had discovered that Liu Xiaohua was well suited to take over his position. After she died, he had kept her at his residence. Officially, she was his assistant, but in truth, he was preparing to hand over the job and escape.
Not long ago, he had finally persuaded his old stubborn master to reincarnate. As long as he seized this opportunity, he could smoothly hand things over to Liu Xiaohua, conceal his aura, and settle down in peace...
“Huh? Where did he go?” Qin Shaoqing suddenly realized that Fang Zhiyi had vanished.
“Holy crap, what’s that? Netherworld Bank? Looks like Qin Shaoqing has done pretty well since you left. He even brought in this kind of thing?” Little Hei said, staring in amazement.
“Look, look! Netherworld Express!”
“Ghost Loans, interest rates as low as... What is all this stuff?” Little Hei had even spotted a small advertisement.
But Fang Zhiyi had no time to pay attention to it. He had to get things done before that idiot caught on.
Everything went exceptionally smoothly. The ghosts in Qin Shaoqing’s residence were dumbfounded the instant they saw Fang Zhiyi. For a moment, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. But after Fang Zhiyi pointed at their noses and berated them for a while, they became certain.
It really was him!
News of Fang Zhiyi’s reappearance spread at once.
Meanwhile, Qin Shaoqing, still looking utterly confused, let out a mocking laugh when he heard the news. “I know his scent better than anyone. The moment he appeared, I sensed him.”
He paused.
“Wait. Where did you say he was?”
“At your residence!” came the voice of a ghostly constable over the communicator.
“Fuck! Fang Zhiyi!” Qin Shaoqing finally understood.
But it was already too late. By the time he rushed back to his residence and kicked open the doors, Liu Xiaohua—who had once sat quietly there every day handling paperwork—was gone.
Qin Shaoqing took out his magical artifact and began searching for Fang Zhiyi’s whereabouts. Yet just as when Fang Zhiyi had disappeared before, he had once again vanished without a trace.
“Fang Zhiyi! You bastard!!!”
Two news stories spread through the Underworld that day. The first was that the high-ranking ghost constables of the Underworld seemed to have collectively seen a ghost: they claimed to have seen Fang Zhiyi, the legendary Ghost King. The second was that Qin Shaoqing, for reasons unknown, had sent the latest batch of ghosts down beneath the Eighteenth Level to dig out a Nineteenth Level of Hell.
Some ghosts asked who could possibly be so wicked that a whole new level of Hell had to be opened just for them.
But no ghost knew the answer.
“Fang Zhiyi, I don’t believe you won’t come back...” Qin Shaoqing glared at the documents before him. “When you do, I’ll send you straight to the Nineteenth Level of Hell!”
(Excerpt from the main text, Ghost King)
Liu Xiaohua looked around her surroundings curiously.
“See? What future could you possibly have following that dumbass? Our place is far more advanced than his,” Fang Zhiyi said as he introduced the place.
A muscular beauty walked over and looked Liu Xiaohua up and down. Then, as naturally as could be, she reached out and squeezed Liu Xiaohua’s arm. Liu Xiaohua was so startled that she did not dare move.
“Fang Zhiyi, this is the partner you found for me? Those skinny little arms and legs...” Gu Panxi frowned, clearly dissatisfied.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her figure and felt oddly guilty.
“Xiaohua is thoughtful and meticulous. She’ll complement you perfectly. The two of you will have a much higher success rate when you go on missions together.”
Gu Panxi frowned and thought it over for quite a while.
Little Hei could not help speaking up. “Just don’t think so hard. You were a rich young lady who spent every day fighting in underground boxing matches. If you hadn’t accumulated so many injuries, you wouldn’t have died so young...”
Fang Zhiyi quickly covered its mouth. “Why do I feel like you’re taking a jab at me?”
Fortunately, Gu Panxi did not dwell on it. She looked at Fang Zhiyi with trust. “Fine. If you arranged it, then I’m completely at ease.”
“It’s just... I want to go back first and take care of what’s happening in my world,” Gu Panxi said.
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then frowned again. “That’s on me for not teaching you. As a boss, you have to mean what you say and follow through. Your reputation doesn’t matter if it’s bad, but you have to be generous enough to your subordinates. Then people will naturally be willing to work for you... Remember that.”
Gu Panxi nodded and gave a cold laugh. “I just never expected those two stray dogs to be able to claw their way back up.”
Liu Xiaohua, standing beside them, was completely confused. She had no idea what they were talking about. She only knew that this muscular big sister seemed destined to be her teammate from now on.
Someone called from not far away, “Fang Zhiyi, come here a moment. I found the apprentice you mentioned. He seems to be in a bit of trouble.”
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."
] [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!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
