“Hahahaha, Liu Lang, do you still remember how you injured three of my disciples?” someone said at once. “As the saying goes, a gentleman’s revenge may take ten years. At last, I’ve waited until today.”
“Zhou Zheng, as a member of the Underworld Bureau, you can’t interfere in the grudges of the living, can you?”
“It’s just a pity that Zhao Chengyang is already dead. Otherwise, hmph.”
Among the group, Su Xun spotted a familiar face—though there was now an extra scar across it.
“You brat! You and your master made me suffer so much. Today, it’s time to settle the score.”
Liu Lang clapped his hands. “Enough nonsense. What kind of gentlemen are you? You’re nothing but a bunch of petty villains!”
He pointed at the so-called Master Li. “You all claim to be from orthodox sects, yet here you are mingling with this scum.”
An old man with an air of righteousness said, “Liu Lang! All these years, you and your companions have behaved outrageously under Gu Qingnan’s protection. You’ve even meddled in the affairs of other sects. Demons like you deserve to be killed by everyone!”
“Oh, really?” Liu Lang taunted, rolling up his sleeves. “Are you going to kill me, then? Let me tell you something: back then, I could beat you all, and I can do it again today!”
“Zhou Zheng, don’t glare at me like that, either,” someone said. “Your master went too far back then. Today, your sect is simply reaping what it sowed.”
Zhou Zheng’s expression was cold as he slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.
“All the irrelevant bystanders in the area have already been driven away. Liu Lang, your sect ends here today,” a man said as he stepped forward.
In the next moment, the cultivators from both the righteous and unorthodox sides all assumed battle stances.
“Fang Zhiyi would never have imagined that one day his successor would die here!”
“Even on his deathbed, my master still remembered the humiliation Fang Zhiyi inflicted on him. At last, I’ve lived to see this day.”
Zhou Zheng spoke then, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.
“As an official of the Underworld Bureau, I naturally won’t interfere in your affairs. However...” He suddenly pointed at the coffin behind him. “As for her, I can’t say the same.”
At those words, everyone turned toward the coffin, assuming Zhou Zheng was talking nonsense.
Even Su Xun was dumbfounded. He turned around and immediately froze.
His Eldest Senior Martial Uncle, dressed in white, had sat up!
The sudden turn of events left the people who had come to settle their scores completely stunned.
Gu Qingnan leapt out of the coffin and walked to the entrance, looking around at everyone outside.
“Fewer than I expected. It seems some people had the sense to stay away.”
“Eldest Senior Martial Uncle, you...”
Gu Qingnan turned and gave Su Xun a faint smile before looking back at the crowd. “It wasn’t easy to lure all of you out.”
Everything became clear. Gu Qingnan had known that once she fell, the sects she had offended would come seeking revenge. That was why she had devised this fake-death scheme.
“What are you putting on an act for? Your company has already collapsed! Fellow cultivators, there’s no need to fear her!”
That reminder snapped everyone back to their senses.
What they had feared before was Gu Qingnan’s methods. After all, they still needed to make a living, so they had been forced to endure her at every turn. But now, even if Gu Qingnan had faked her death, they no longer had anything to fear!
Gu Qingnan rolled her shoulders. “It’s been a long time since I’ve fought. Junior Brother, are you up to it?”
Liu Lang grinned. “Perfect. I haven’t had a fight lately, either.”
Zhou Zheng also stepped forward. “As an official of the Underworld Bureau, I, Zhou Zheng, cannot take part in a conflict among the living. But as her junior brother, once I’ve acted, I’ll naturally go and accept my punishment.”
The three of them—a man, a ghost, and a woman—stood there, radiating overwhelming pressure. Yet the people outside knew they had no way back now. Gu Qingnan had faked her death and tricked them into showing themselves. If they failed to eliminate these three today, they would surely suffer retaliation tomorrow. They knew all too well what these people were capable of.
“Everyone! Prepare to attack!”
“Three Senior Martial Uncles!” Su Xun also stood up. “There are... dozens of them, and only four of us. Can we really win?”
Liu Lang glanced at him. “Fifty-fifty.”
“What?”
“Your Second Senior Martial Uncle can deal with those who refine ghosts. I can handle the ones who practice sorcery. As for...”
“The rest are mine,” Gu Qingnan said calmly. With a light tap of her finger, she actually began drawing a talisman in midair!
“How dare you look down on us like this! Fellow cultivators, attack!”
Su Xun also took a deep breath.
But suddenly, someone let out a terrified cry.
“What are you yelling for? You scared me!”
“The sky... Look at the sky!” the man stammered, pointing upward.
Many people raised their heads, their faces turning pale with terror.
The night sky, with the full moon hanging in it, had suddenly been torn open by a massive rift. Something dark and indistinct was crawling through.
Even Gu Qingnan was stunned. What was that thing?
Then, something seemed to be thrown down from above, plunging straight into the space between them and the people who had come looking for trouble.
Strangely, its landing raised no dust. Instead, the thing quickly scrambled to its feet and awkwardly nodded to everyone around it.
“Sorry, sorry about that.”
“Master!”
Su Xun’s eyes widened at once.
Zhao Chengyang saw him too, his mouth splitting into a delighted grin. “Oh, hey, my disciple! Huh? Why are you standing with them...?”
But before he could finish greeting him, another figure dropped straight down from the sky.
Unlike Zhao Chengyang, who had been thrown down, this person descended gently and landed with his hands clasped behind his back.
Once he touched down, everyone stared at his face. Many of them were stunned. Unlike Gu Qingnan and the others, whose expressions were filled with excitement, the rest of the crowd looked terrified.
That monster was back? It had torn open the sky and returned? What kind of ghost story was this?
Fang Zhiyi swept his gaze across the crowd.
“What? Are you planning to wipe out my sect?”
“He’s just a transmigrator. What’s he putting on airs for?” an disdainful voice came from within the crowd.
Fang Zhiyi looked over in surprise.
Su Xun was startled by that familiar voice. He saw a hooded figure reach up and pull off the hood, revealing a face that was both familiar and strange to him.
Wang Lei looked at Su Xun’s astonished expression and merely shook his head. “Buddy, don’t blame me. I’ve already seen my future. You’re a Heavenly Calamity Lone Star—you’ll bring death to everyone around you. My first mission is to escape my own fate of death...”
“So you...” Su Xun seemed to understand.
Wang Lei smiled, looking both relieved and helpless. “Using them to get rid of you was the simplest way. Once I complete the mission, I’ll be able to travel to other worlds.”
His words left everyone present utterly bewildered. What did he mean by other worlds? What did he mean by the future?
Su Xun’s gaze darkened. “So all of this today was your doing?”
Wang Lei did not answer him. Instead, he looked toward Fang Zhiyi. “You’re nothing but a transmigration mission-taker. Do you really think visiting a few worlds makes you invincible?”
Fang Zhiyi exchanged a glance with Little Hei. “Oh?”
Wang Lei sneered. “I’m someone two big shots have taken a liking to. I, Wang Lei, am the protagonist!”
Little Hei muttered, “Yue Anyao said there’d be rewards for bringing newcomers into the fold, and these people have gone completely crazy trying to recruit everyone they can... Tsk.”
Fang Zhiyi gave him a half-smile. “Then tell me—how exactly are you planning to deal with me?”
Wang Lei narrowed his eyes. “Of course, I can’t do anything about you right now. But I’ve still got two helpers. You two big shots, take a look...”
Fang Zhiyi looked at the two figures behind him. At that moment, both of them awkwardly turned their heads away, while one even raised a hand to cover his face.
“Hey? You two big shots, what are you...”
Fang Zhiyi glanced back at his disciples, then looked Su Xun up and down. He smiled and stepped forward.
“You may be very talented, and you may know a lot of big shots... But have you ever considered the possibility that all those big shots you know call me ‘Boss’?”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
