"Just now, just now..." Su Xun wanted to say something, but Daoist Zhao waved his hand. "I know."
He dragged over a long bench and sat down. "If it weren't for that talisman on you, that thing would probably have attacked you just now."
Only then did Su Xun remember the talisman Daoist Zhao had given him.
He felt it half - believingly. Could this thing really work?
"What was that thing?" Su Xun asked.
Daoist Zhao didn't answer him. He just frowned and said, "The problem is more troublesome than I thought. Do you... know how your grandfather died?"
Su Xun shook his head. "I heard from the villagers that he suddenly fell ill and died three days later. It was the villagers who found him."
"Do you know what he did before he died?"
Su Xun shook his head again.
"What did you see yesterday?" Daoist Zhao suddenly changed the question.
Su Xun hesitated for a moment and told about his dream yesterday. He also added, "I saw Old Madam Ma again just now! But my grandfather and I have never offended her!"
If Su Xun still had some doubts yesterday, today's experience made him believe it to a large extent.
Daoist Zhao lowered his head and remained silent. After a while, he said, "The strange phenomenon you saw in your friend was the work of that Taoist priest. He wanted to scare you and then make you cooperate with him to exchange your own fate. If I'm not wrong, that guy is probably an evil Taoist who has learned some heretical methods." He paused. "Some people with evil intentions make money by changing people's fates. However, if the method of exchanging fates is broken, they will probably suffer retribution."
Su Xun thought about what Wang Lei had said yesterday about the Taoist priest rolling on the ground clutching his chest, and was a little surprised.
"But... what you saw of Old Madam Ma is probably another matter."
"Ah?"
"Are you still going to sleep? If not, get up and take me out for a walk."
"Where?"
"To Old Madam Ma's house."
Su Xun thought for a while and nodded in agreement. "Okay."
He led Daoist Zhao out of the mourning hall and met his father. Su Wenqiang didn't look happy to see him, and when he saw Daoist Zhao, he even snorted and walked away.
Su Xun didn't see Wang Lei. He guessed that Wang Lei was probably stuffing himself with food at one of the tables.
When a village holds a funeral, there are usually large feasts. Even if Su Wenqiang didn't want it, he had no choice.
After almost walking through the entire village, Su Xun stopped in front of a small yard. The yard was built with adobe bricks made of soil mixed with straw and was a bit far from the village.
Old Madam Ma had always been a solitary person and didn't want to interact with the villagers. His grandfather had said that only he had gone to pay respects to her when she died.
Daoist Zhao looked at the closed door in front of him and frowned tightly. "Is there only her in the family?"
Su Xun was about to nod, but suddenly remembered. "No, she has a grandson about my age." He remembered that the grandson's name was Ma Xiaomin. He didn't like to talk, and for some time, he had a good relationship with Ma Xiaomin because they were both taken care of by their grandparents and felt a bit of kindred spirit. But after he was forced by his grandfather to go to school, Ma Xiaomin gradually stopped interacting with him.
Just as he was speaking, Su Xun suddenly saw an eye appear in the crack between the two wooden doors, staring fixedly at him.
Su Xun was so scared that he took several steps back, but the eye disappeared again.
"Just now, just now..." Su Xun pointed at the door.
Daoist Zhao nodded and gave him a wink.
Su Xun instinctively closed his mouth.
"Did you say you're going back to the city tomorrow?" Daoist Zhao raised his voice. Su Xun was stunned for a moment. "Ah, yes, I still have to go back to work."
"Yeah, that's good. Let's go. We still have to keep vigil for your grandfather tonight."
Saying that, Daoist Zhao pushed Su Xun, and Su Xun followed and left.
After they left, a gloomy face appeared behind the door. His expression was distorted as he stared at the two leaving figures, muttering continuously, "They've ruined my business. They all have to die, all have to die."
Daoist Zhao didn't say anything to Su Xun either. He just handled this funeral according to the procedures of a Taoist priest.
Although he didn't look like a Taoist priest in his clothes, he was very proficient. Wang Lei, who had eaten and drunk his fill, sat beside him and watched with sparkling eyes.
"Really, this profession definitely has great potential."
Su Xun felt a little uneasy and didn't pay attention to other things.
In a blink of an eye, time passed. His parents rushed to the town with his younger brother, leaving Su Xun to stay here. Su Xun didn't care much about it. He didn't want to get along with his parents either.
He knelt in front of his grandfather's memorial portrait, adding paper to the brazier while daydreaming.
Wang Lei said he wanted to go to his room to have a look and didn't come out for a long time. He probably had fallen asleep. Anyway, Su Xun was already grateful that Wang Lei had accompanied him back. How could he let him stay up late with him continuously?
A gust of wind blew, and Su Xun shrank his neck. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly saw a pair of embroidered shoes appear not far away. Su Xun was stunned. He didn't dare to look up. He just stuffed his hand into his clothes pocket and tightly clenched the piece of paper Daoist Zhao had given him.
"Die, all have to die..." A hoarse voice came from above his head, and the pair of embroidered shoes also stopped in front of him.
Su Xun's heart was almost in his throat.
Just as a pair of pale hands appeared in front of him, Su Xun's mind went blank. But the hands didn't move forward. They just hung there. At that moment, the sound of a fight came from the back window.
"Quite a lot of strength. Hold him down!" It was Daoist Zhao's voice.
Su Xun suddenly looked up. There were no embroidered shoes in front of him, no Old Madam Ma either. There was nothing.
Just a few minutes later, the courtyard gate behind him was opened. Wang Lei dragged a person in, and Daoist Zhao followed behind him.
"You..." As soon as Su Xun opened his mouth, he saw the long - haired man. Looking at the man's straight - eyed gaze, Su Xun felt a little creeped out. Soon he recognized this person. "Ma Xiaomin?"
Ma Xiaomin looked at him and suddenly let out a strange laugh.
"How come you..." Su Xun was a bit confused.
"I heard you're leaving tomorrow. He's in a hurry," Daoist Zhao said coldly. "With an evil heart and cruel methods... Does he really think he can become an immortal?"
Ma Xiaomin just laughed strangely and didn't say a word.
Su Xun was completely at a loss. "Daozhang, what on earth is..."
"Originally, I just had a guess. I didn't expect... The Ma family actually worships an evil god." As Daoist Zhao spoke, he took out something wrapped in red cloth from his hand. When he saw that thing, Ma Xiaomin, who had just been laughing strangely, broke free from Wang Lei like a madman and pounced on Daoist Zhao.
"Damn it!" Wang Lei shouted.
But the next moment, Daoist Zhao punched and kicked the almost crazy Ma Xiaomin and knocked him down. Then he knelt on one knee on his back and said in a relaxed tone, "I've been lying in wait for a long time. I only had a chance to go in after he came out. It's incredible... How dare you worship such a thing of unknown origin?"
"Give it back to me! Give it back to me! It's mine! Mine!" Ma Xiaomin roared, and his pupils were faintly turning red.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
