Just as confusion set in, another group of people entered.
"Dragon King has arrived!"
The guests immediately began whispering among themselves.
"With Bai Jinglan here, who dares lay a finger on my sister?"
"Who wants to harm my sister?" Another man strode in. Though he had no entourage, his presence was commanding.
"War King?" A San overheard someone murmur behind him.
He didn’t know what a War King was, nor what a Dragon King meant, but he understood one thing—these were not people to be trifled with. Right now, his only hope was his master.
But the next moment—
"The Divine Physician's successor has arrived!" With this announcement, yet another young man walked in. His gaze swept the room before settling on Bai Xiaoting.
"Little sister! I’ve been searching for you for so long!"
In the live stream chat:
"I think I get it now."
"Same here."
"Isn’t this the Dragon King legend from those ancient texts? I read it as a kid!"
"Dragon King stands alone, but now there’s also the Divine Physician and the War King."
"A doting harem story! I love these! I once found an old book in a vintage store—about a girl who suffered hardships after being separated from her family, only to be found by her powerful older brothers and spoiled rotten!"
"This plot is wild."
"That third guy is so screwed."
"Given the Dragon King, Divine Physician, and War King’s abilities, anyone who crosses them is done for."
A San ended up taking a beating, and so did his master. Even his last hope—his master’s influential family—was reduced to bankruptcy in an instant.
He didn’t understand how it happened, but he knew his first move had been a terrible mistake.
The eerie live stream chat was buzzing with excitement.
"This is amazing!"
"Watching that woman get beaten up is so satisfying."
"Please give us more of these storylines!"
"So good, so good, so good!"
"I’m so jealous of this woman with her powerhouse brothers!"
Fang Zhiyi cleared the dungeon at breakneck speed. He didn’t bother with formalities—just took the villagers’ opening line, "They say an abandoned house in the village is haunted by countless vengeful spirits," and ran with it.
Literally.
He marched straight there with fire, knocking out seven or eight villagers who tried to stop him, casually demolished two houses, and then everyone watched as the cursed house went up in flames.
When something tried to burst out, Fang Zhiyi kicked it right back in.
The elderly village chief tried to fight him, only to be tossed into the inferno. After that, the remaining villagers cooperated fully, spilling every dark secret about the haunted house.
Two bosses emerged—the village chief, who had been raising ghosts, and the vengeful woman who died inside.
But now, they were finished.
As soon as Fang Zhiyi exited the dungeon, intel arrived about the contestant from Elephant Country.
That guy had been humiliated repeatedly by the male leads—not fatally, but enough to break him physically and mentally.
He tried to flee but was caught by his former master and killed in the struggle.
"Um..." The young analyst blushed.
Fang Zhiyi gave her a questioning look.
"Brother Fang, could you design more dungeons like this?"
"???"
She quickly clarified, "Not just me—everyone wants it!" She pulled up the stats: the Elephant Country’s live stream had triple the viewership of Fang Zhiyi’s.
Meanwhile, the American contestant, Li Lei, was on a roll. Facing off against Chrysanthemum Country again, he effortlessly exorcised their infamous vengeful spirit with bizarre techniques.
The entire Blue Planet was up in arms, condemning Fang Zhiyi and Li Lei—but only verbally. Behind the scenes, many nations were already negotiating for peaceful solutions.
At the very least, they wanted their contestants to survive.
Watching Li Lei’s live stream, Fang Zhiyi frowned. This guy... was dangerous.
In the next dungeon, Fang Zhiyi designed a classic transmigration story. Having previously communicated with Bear Country, he went easy—their contestant was thoroughly humiliated but survived.
Thanks to figures like Fang Zhiyi and Li Lei, an eerie peace settled over the Blue Planet. Nations were even willing to concede more benefits to ensure their safety.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t care either way.
But the Rules of the Weird weren’t pleased.
So came the third revision: Designers and challengers would now enter dungeons together, pitted against each other. Only one could emerge alive.
The fragile peace shattered, replaced by undercurrents of tension. Shadowy figures even attempted to assassinate Fang Zhiyi—unsuccessfully, but it put Dragon Country’s higher-ups on high alert.
Now, Dragon Country faced America again.
The entire world watched. Whether Fang Zhiyi or Li Lei died, it was a win for everyone else.
Li Lei designed this dungeon; Fang Zhiyi had to break through it while Li Lei played a role inside.
The moment Fang Zhiyi stepped in, an odd sense of familiarity hit him.
A narrow, deserted street. He stood before a paper effigy shop.
"Uncover the secrets of the paper effigy shop. Time limit: two days."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the sign and walked in.
"Hello, what would you like? Incense and joss paper are ready-made. Paper figures and horses require custom orders."
In the live stream:
"Too bad we didn’t get Brother Fang’s dungeon this time. I’d love to see his designs!"
"That evil stepmother dungeon was legendary. The heroine’s revenge had me pumped!"
"LOL."
"Hope Brother Fang clears it. Li Lei’s no pushover either."
"Who will he play? The final boss, right? Most designers put themselves in the safest spot."
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"??????"
The eerie live stream mirrored the human one—flooded with question marks.
On screen, Fang Zhiyi grabbed the shop owner’s ear, making viewers wince in sympathy.
"Master, master—stop! It hurts! Really!" Li Lei grimaced.
"Still know pain, huh? Got bold enough to challenge your own master?" Fang Zhiyi eyed this "stranger" of a disciple.
"I didn’t recognize you! You look completely different here... Ow! You didn’t recognize me either!"
"I didn’t?" Fang Zhiyi let go only to smack him on the head. "I knew it was you from the start!"
Little Hei chimed in, "Really?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
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.
