The Ghost-Faced Cultivator 01

Wang Xiaoqiang finally chose to commit suicide by turning on the gas after repeated blows in life. However, due to either lack of experience or the watchful eyes of a "good Samaritan," he was saved—only to end up completely paralyzed. For the first time since Fang Zhiyi, he felt true terror. Staring at his motionless body, Wang Xiaoqiang seemed to see his grandmother reflected in his helpless state.

Fang Zhiyi had been a ruffian all his life, yet in his later years, he published a few books.

"Those Years I Was a Hoodlum."

"Endless Chaos."

Only a handful knew how many underground factions he had crushed.

But none of that mattered anymore.

"Little Hei, you said you came here because you sensed an intense wish energy?"

Little Hei puffed out his chest. "Yes!"

Fang Zhiyi gave him a once-over. "You’ve grown. Definitely grown."

Little Hei scratched his head sheepishly. "So, Host, shall we go?"

"Let’s go."

Fang Zhiyi, the "Ghost-Faced Asura," was once the infamous Left Envoy of the Demonic Sect. He had loved someone unattainable—Mei Lanzhu, who had left the sect early to marry an ordinary man. When Fang Zhiyi heard rumors of enemies seeking revenge on her, he rushed to intervene. But he was too late. All he found at the scene was a delicate, jade-like infant girl. Recognizing the familiar jade pendant around her neck, Fang Zhiyi resolved to raise her as his own.

To ensure Mei Ruoxue’s safety, Fang Zhiyi withdrew from the martial world. Though he was occasionally tracked down, he repeatedly retreated, relocating with Mei Ruoxue each time.

Years passed, and Mei Ruoxue grew into a young woman—kind-hearted to a fault.

Every day, she brought home injured creatures: wild rabbits, trapped fawns, even birds.

Fang Zhiyi indulged her, believing a gentle spirit was no flaw. As long as he lived, he’d shield her from harm.

But one day, Mei Ruoxue returned with a half-dead boy in her arms!

Fang Zhiyi was stunned, yet he agreed to treat the boy under her pleading gaze. However, lacking medical skill, he failed. The boy drew his last breath—or so it seemed. Just as Fang Zhiyi pondered how to break the news to Mei Ruoxue, the lifeless body gasped back to life.

Unbeknownst to Fang Zhiyi, the boy was no longer Lin Muran. A soul from another world had seized the corpse, reviving what should have been a dead vessel.

Lin Muran, once an overworked laborer, had died at his desk from exhaustion. Waking to a stranger’s face, he panicked—then thrilled at the realization: he’d transmigrated!

Upon seeing Mei Ruoxue, Lin Muran’s mind flooded with schemes. But Fang Zhiyi’s presence kept him in check. Once, he coaxed Mei Ruoxue into playing a "little game." Just as she agreed, Fang Zhiyi barged in. Only her intervention spared Lin Muran, who fled.

Vengeful, Lin Muran retaliated by spreading Fang Zhiyi’s whereabouts. Soon, waves of challengers, avengers, and self-righteous "evil-purgers" came knocking.

Fang Zhiyi found these people quite annoying, but fortunately, his martial arts skills were formidable. However, he was unaware that Mei Ruoxue had developed unusual feelings for Lin Muran and had secretly slipped away amidst the chaos.

Having traveled through time, Lin Muran naturally sought to learn martial arts. Once he mastered it, he vowed to beat Fang Zhiyi to a pulp and then humiliate him in every way imaginable. His fantasies were grand, but reality was harsh—every sect guarded its martial arts secrets closely. Who would teach a complete stranger, let alone a brash young man?

Lin Muran resorted to stealing techniques, but he was caught in the act and chased relentlessly until he accidentally tumbled off a cliff. No one expected to find Dugu Yin, a former dynasty’s master, now crippled and living in seclusion at the cliff’s base. With his days numbered, Dugu Yin chose to impart all his knowledge to Lin Muran.

Once trained, Lin Muran immediately set out to roam the martial world. It was during this time that he stumbled upon Mei Ruoxue, who had been abducted by human traffickers. Naturally, he rescued her, and their reunion was filled with overwhelming emotion.

Lin Muran was even more thrilled—after all, he had secured the first member of his harem!

From then on, Lin Muran’s story truly began. He encountered countless beauties, stumbled into numerous adventures, and gradually rose to become a top-tier young master, humiliating everyone who had ever looked down on him.

By this point, he was surrounded by all kinds of women—a dashing female warrior, a delicate songstress, the Holy Maiden of the Five Immortals Sect… Mei Ruoxue, however, grew disillusioned and chose to leave in search of her adoptive father, Fang Zhiyi.

Lin Muran was furious when he discovered Mei Ruoxue’s departure. He might not want her anymore, but he would never allow a member of his harem to abandon him!

Thus, Lin Muran leveraged his influence to convene the first-ever Martial Arts Alliance Conference, where he publicly denounced Fang Zhiyi’s crimes and rallied the martial world to hunt him down.

It wasn’t fear that drove him—it was ambition. Fang Zhiyi, the former Left Envoy of the Demon Sect, was the perfect scapegoat. And given how Fang Zhiyi had treated him in the past, he deserved to die!

Just as Fang Zhiyi and Mei Ruoxue reunited, Lin Muran arrived with the united forces of the martial world. Surrounded, Fang Zhiyi remained unshaken—he had faced such scenarios many times during his days in the Demon Sect.

Yet, even he couldn’t withstand their relentless assault. He died before Mei Ruoxue’s eyes.

Mei Ruoxue immediately tried to take her own life, but she failed. Instead, Lin Muran saved her—and miraculously, she lost her memory! From then on, she willingly remained part of his harem.

Years passed, and Lin Muran became the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, truly unifying the martial world.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi had long since turned to dust on the road of Lin Muran’s rise.

After reading this plot, Fang Zhiyi fell silent for a long time.

"Host?"

"Is this guy some kind of playboy? I counted—he has over thirty women in his harem???" Fang Zhiyi touched his waist. "Does martial arts training strengthen the kidneys??"

Little Hei didn’t respond. Its body trembled faintly for some reason, though Fang Zhiyi didn’t notice.

Just then, a clear, youthful voice called out, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Fang Zhiyi looked up to see a girl in an emerald-green dress running toward him. "Daddy! Look, I found a little rabbit! Help me save it!"

Staring blankly at the rabbit in her hands, Fang Zhiyi tilted his head before nodding. "Alright! Leave it to me!"

He reached out and took the rabbit, while Mei Ruoxue watched anxiously.

Fang Zhiyi told her to go play for a while—it wouldn’t take long—then slipped into the kitchen.

Though not particularly skilled, his martial arts training helped him quickly butcher and chop the rabbit into pieces. He rummaged through the kitchen for seasonings.

"Coarse salt... what’s this? Cilantro?" The selection was pitiful, but at least there were dried chili peppers and lard.

Fang Zhiyi started a fire and began stir-frying, grumbling as he liberally tossed in the spices. Before long, a rich aroma filled the air, even drawing Mei Ruoxue back from her play.

She peeked inside. "Papa, what smells so good?"

Fang Zhiyi waved her off. "Go wait outside. Dinner’s almost ready."