Fortunately, Li Lei's actions temporarily drew the attention of both warring sides.
In the span of a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes and, without a second thought, dashed toward one of the passageways. Shortly after entering, a thunderous crash echoed behind him—the sound of the main tomb chamber collapsing.
Before he could even catch his breath, an unsettling sensation gripped him. Li Lei glanced down at his right foot and let out a bitter laugh. "You’ve got to be kidding me."
Meanwhile, in Fang Zhiyi's livestream...
"No idea how that dimension-hopper is doing," Fang Zhiyi muttered lazily, sprawled on the grass under the sun.
Little Hei replied, "Probably not great. Who’d have thought you’d spend all your points on traps?"
"Ghosts are expensive, traps are cheap! Overwhelm them with numbers, you know? People always assume the supernatural is the deadliest in a haunted world, but anything can kill if you’re determined. If that guy’s lucky, he’s already dead."
"Speaking of which, aren’t you going to deal with that meat-eating monk?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Why should I? He hasn’t bothered me." Over the past two days, the monk had grown even more outrageous—drinking, eating meat, and forcing other monks to do the same. If they refused, he’d beat them. After gorging himself, he’d climb onto the Buddha’s altar and snore like a beast, a true villain among monks. The others endured it silently.
Viewers in Fang Zhiyi’s livestream were puzzled.
"That monk’s definitely the evil spirit, right? Even I can tell."
"He’s so awful. How can Fang Zhiyi just ignore him?"
"Did he just pee on someone’s head?! Holy crap, is this allowed on stream?"
"Fang Zhiyi better succeed. That traitor actually cleared the level."
"That guy’s not human either. Dodging all those traps? Only took an arrow to the butt on his way out."
"Even I, the ‘Soldier King,’ wouldn’t dare say I’d survive. America really lucked out."
"Ugh! That sellout!"
On the morning of the third day, Fang Zhiyi lounged listlessly in a pavilion.
Suddenly, the rogue monk strode over and tossed a greasy paper bundle onto the table, followed by a gourd. He glanced at Fang Zhiyi, then shamelessly unwrapped the package and dug into the sliced roast goose inside, washing it down with swigs of wine, his face radiating satisfaction.
Fang Zhiyi abruptly stood and left. The monk paid him no mind until Fang Zhiyi returned moments later with a bowl. He plopped down, grabbed the monk’s wine gourd, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one go.
The monk stared, then burst into laughter.
Not a word passed between them until sunset, when a deep, resonant bell tolled—the first time Fang Zhiyi had heard the temple’s bell.
The monk frowned.
"You’re sharper than most," he said, standing and wiping his greasy hands on his robes. He pointed to a narrow path. "Go this way later. No matter who calls you, don’t look back."
With that, he marched off toward the main hall.
Inside the hall, the other monks sat cross-legged in their usual spots, heads bowed as if asleep. Then, the golden statues of temple guardians lining the walls began to creak, their joints groaning like twisting wood.
The monk clapped and laughed. "Good, good! I’ve rested enough, and you’re all ready, eh?"
As he spoke, the statues’ outer shells cracked and fell away, revealing grotesque demons beneath.
The monk snorted. "If only I had my staff, I’d purge every last one of you fiends today!"
The largest central statue shuddered, emitting occasional wails.
The monk’s expression darkened. He lunged forward, but the demons descended from their pedestals, blocking his path.
With a grunt, he seized two demons and smashed them together. Their struggles ended swiftly as they dissolved into putrid sludge.
But he couldn’t pause—the worst was still transforming.
Outnumbered, the demons slowed his advance.
"If only I had my kasaya..."
"Where did they hide my sutras?"
Soon, he vanished beneath the swarm.
"Begone." Fang Zhiyi raised his right hand in a sword gesture, left hand forming a seal. To his delight, it worked—a single motion reduced the demon clinging to the monk’s head to ashes.
The monk turned, bewildered. "Why are you still here? Go!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Felt bad about not helping you find your gear. Leaving now would probably set a record—wonder if there’s a grade below C..."
The monk didn’t understand his words but recognized one thing: this man was terrifyingly strong.
"Wait, so Fang knew the win condition but couldn’t be bothered?"
"What even are his moves? How can he fight the supernatural?"
"Kinda like Li Lei."
"Like hell! Li Lei just got lucky!"
"So gory. So brutal."
"That monk was the good guy?! I’d have fought him on day one."
"Where are the haters now? Come take your L."
"Fang Zhiyi’s nothing special. He’s about to lose."
"Shut your mouth, you damn foreigner!"
The chat erupted into a sea of exclamation marks.
They watched Fang Zhiyi’s brutality—not only did he pummel ordinary spirits, he even forced an evolving demon back into its nascent form.
"His hand signs give me chills."
"Even through the screen, it’s terrifying."
"Sometimes I wonder: is he the monster, or are we?"
"So scaryyyyyy."
"Never seen a human rip a ghost’s head off barehanded."
"May the Lord of Horrors spare me from this madman."
"Kekekekeke."
As midnight approached, Fang Zhiyi held the demon’s severed head in one hand, wiping the other on his clothes. The monk eyed him warily and took two cautious steps back.
"So, you lost your talismans, alms bowl, staff, sutras, and kasaya?"
The monk nodded.
"What’s their deal?"
"Heretic monks. They worship demons." The monk sighed. "I’m a wandering monk. Came here days ago and sensed something wrong. They... aren’t human anymore."
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
