“I refuse to believe my disciple could have died at the hands of trash like you.”
The word “trash” was like a switch being flipped inside Lin Wei.
“You’re the trash! Your disciple was trash too! His name was Zhao Chengyang, wasn’t it?” Lin Wei suddenly shouted. After days of enduring both physical and mental torment, he had long since reached his breaking point. “Don’t pretend to be so innocent! He thought standing guard there made him so great? He wouldn’t even let me livestream! I’m going to livestream anyway. I’m even going to release the supernatural entities. I’ll make everyone who looked down on me worship me like a god!”
Ye Ruoyu tried to stop him, but Lin Wei waved her off. “It’s fine. Nothing here is being livestreamed.”
“Fang Zhiyi, let me tell you something. You were right—we did use those idiots to scout the way for us. So what? Who’s going to believe you? Just look at yourself. I thought you were something special, but in the end, you’re nothing more than a discarded pawn. Once Ye Ruoyu and I get out of here, we’ll tell everyone about the things they didn’t see. We’ll tell them that you, Fang Zhiyi, are a traitor to humanity—and so is your disciple!”
Fang Zhiyi coughed weakly. “Ye Ruoyu, your family is so wealthy. Why would you do something like this? Is it really just for this piece of trash? You—you killed my disciple. Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
Ye Ruoyu glanced at Lin Wei, then at Fang Zhiyi. “What the hell does it have to do with you?” All the emotions she had suppressed for days finally burst out. “I tried talking to your disciple nicely, but he wouldn’t listen. I wanted to capture a supernatural entity, and he got in my way! So what if I killed him?”
As she spoke, Ye Ruoyu suddenly noticed the handle of a knife beneath the table. She reached for it, her expression twisting into something vicious.
“Fang Zhiyi, you’re going to die today too. But no one will ever know I killed you. Does it hurt? Listening to the news of your disciple’s death, and now having to die yourself… Who told you to cross me?”
Suddenly, applause rang out.
Ye Ruoyu froze.
Then, to her astonishment, she saw Fang Zhiyi undoing the rope tied around his waist. He landed lightly on the floor.
“See? Now that’s what you call a performance.” Several heads poked in through the doorway. Some wore looks of admiration, while others seemed to have suddenly realized the truth. The chubby face of the property manager was filled with flattery. “If I’d known you were Fang Zhiyi, I would’ve said so sooner! I-I’m a fan of yours too.”
“Fang Zhiyi! What the hell are you doing?” Lin Wei panicked. No matter how hard he tried, he had never imagined that a supernatural entity could join forces with a human and put on an act.
“I’m not doing anything.” Fang Zhiyi pointed up at the ceiling. “But your confessions should have been livestreamed.”
“What?” Ye Ruoyu panicked. “No, that’s impossible! This really is a blind spot for the surveillance cameras! Otherwise… otherwise, your collusion with the supernatural entities would be exposed too. You wouldn’t get off lightly either!”
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. “Why wouldn’t I get off lightly? I’m not going back.”
“Hiss…”
Lin Wei and Ye Ruoyu both sucked in a sharp breath.
“All right, all right. I won’t kill you two. Scram. You’d better think about how you’re going to apologize to the families of the dead… Tsk, heroes turning into the true culprits. Just thinking about it is thrilling.”
Although some people in the livestream chat were still making excuses for the two of them, far more had begun cursing them.
Yes, Ye Ruoyu and Lin Wei had once been heroes—but they were the root of everything that had happened. If not for them, perhaps there would never have been any supernatural livestreams at all.
Lin Wei and Ye Ruoyu were sent back in a daze. As for the nonsense about the property manager’s seal, that had all been fabricated to deceive them. In truth, the entire instance had been designed to target the two of them.
The moment they returned to the real world, fully armed soldiers took them away.
At first, the authorities had wanted to take Fang Zhiyi back as well for questioning, but Fang Zhiyi truly had not returned.
“Boss Fang, short videos really aren’t attracting enough supernatural entities. If we don’t use this method… the ones below are going to get restless.” Several high-level supernatural entities looked at the person before them. None of them could have imagined that they would see him again one day.
“You’ve got brains made of pig shit.” Fang Zhiyi turned around. “Do you have to use that kind of garbage just to distract them?”
“Then… what else can we do?”
“Keep them busy! What kind of supernatural entity works half a day and then clocks out? And the school doesn’t even have exams!” Fang Zhiyi waved a hand grandly. “Also, it’s about time we rebuilt this lousy place’s cities!”
The high-level supernatural entities exchanged glances.
Fang Zhiyi turned back. “As long as you’re willing to put in the effort, there are plenty of ways to keep them from thinking about anything else. Come on, I’ll teach you how to make money…”
Zheng Li looked at the frail figure lying on the bed. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears to shed.
“Don’t be sad… Everyone dies eventually. After spending several centuries with you, I have no regrets,” Zhao Chengyang said weakly.
He had originally died, but Zheng Li had forcibly dragged his soul into the supernatural world. Even so, he could not withstand the invasion of the supernatural aura. The energy in his soul was fading more and more each day.
“Your master can save you. Where is he?” Zheng Li asked for the ninety-third time.
Zhao Chengyang shook his head. “Master can’t save me. He… he might be busy. I can’t keep bothering him with everything… But if he ever comes back, remember to have him take you back with him. Be good and listen to him…”
The dilapidated wooden door was suddenly pounded on.
Zheng Li glanced back. It was one of the supernatural entities that had taken over this place. It looked like a puddle of sludge, and its favorite pastime was harassing the other residents—especially outsiders like them.
“Open up! Open the door! Let me see if that thing is dead yet! Hahaha… Urk!”
With a thunderous crash, the door was smashed open. A twisted supernatural entity slowly collapsed onto the floor. Then a leg stepped through the doorway.
“This is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say there’s a person this old man can’t save.”
Zhao Chengyang turned his head. All he could see was a blurred figure, glowing brightly in his eyes.
“It hasn’t even been that long, and they’ve reduced you to this state? You’re really something else,” Fang Zhiyi grumbled, though his eyes held a trace of relief. Fortunately, thanks to his connections, someone had quickly managed to track down Zhao Chengyang.
Ever since that strange man named Fang Zhiyi disappeared from the supernatural world, the supernatural game had come to a halt once again.
And because of that, Lin Wei and Ye Ruoyu were no longer of any value. One after the other, they were brought before the court.
“Watching one skyscraper after another rise from the ground makes me so happy—especially when they tell me it was all arranged by Brother Fang. That makes me even happier.”
“Today, Father told me that the Fang Corporation had specially reserved a job for me. Thank you, Brother Fang!”
“The old currency could no longer be used, so they established a new bank and issued new money. I heard they even offer something called loans.”
“The prices of the new homes have been steadily rising, and I’ve made quite a bit of money because of it. Mom and Dad are very happy. They said that the next time they meet Brother Fang, they’ll definitely invite him over for a meal.”
“Although I’m happy about moving into our new home, I can’t see my old neighbors anymore. Today I ran into the uncle and auntie who used to live next door. They seemed even busier than before, saying something about needing to send their child away for further study and needing to earn more money.”
“Yeah... Everyone’s getting busier and busier, and no one has time to talk to me for more than a few words. I miss the old days. Those days when everyone would sit around chatting and killing a few people are gone forever.”
—Hongling’s Diary
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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."
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!
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.
