Fang Zhiyi immediately screened his "students," picking out the ones with the greatest abilities. With Xiaotao's help, he had them communicate with the authorities.
Lost technical details and unimplemented ideas were brought up one by one.
After these matters were handed over, these ghosts with special skills actually began to dissipate. Before leaving, they thanked Fang Zhiyi and Xiaotao.
"Teacher, this is..."
Fang Zhiyi squinted, "In scientific terms, their magnetic fields changed, causing us to no longer be able to see them."
"Oh..." Xiaotao seemed to understand, but not completely.
"To put it more simply, their lingering obsessions dissipated, so naturally, they went where they were supposed to go."
When Xiaotao started her live stream again, viewers flocked in.
A ghost who had been a math teacher in life revealed a "kind" smile.
"A lecture for ten thousand!" He was extremely excited, and what followed was a four-hour-long math class.
"I thought seeing a ghost would keep me awake, but..."
"I can't take it either, I need to sleep for a bit."
This was the live stream with the fewest comments since Xiaotao started broadcasting, but after the lecture, the math teacher also dissipated, satisfied.
Xiaotao found her own direction: she wanted to help these ghosts lingering in the human world move on.
It wasn't that she was particularly compassionate; it was actually because these guys were learning bad habits extremely fast. Catching up with this era of universal live streaming, these ghosts had no idea what they were watching all day. The great poet Li and the old pedant, who used to speak in classical Chinese, were now spouting internet slang all day and had recently started studying mahjong!
Xiaotao felt this was wrong, terribly wrong.
Fang Zhiyi also felt he had fallen into a pit he dug himself. He could hardly find any free time. Xiaotao was invited by the authorities to solve some paranormal incidents or try to find certain key ghosts, so naturally, he had to go along. Back and forth, he practically became a hired hand.
The plan to use Xiaotao to deal with the female lead also had no time to be implemented.
Until Little Hei brought him news about the male and female leads.
"That human and ghost are now living like a resentful couple, having small quarrels every three days, big fights every five days, and even getting physical when they're in the mood."
When Fang Zhiyi had some free time, he specifically checked out Zhao Manqi's live stream. What he saw made him laugh.
Zhao Manqi seemed to have found a new niche: she live-streamed her arguments with Shen Yan! And there were several hundred people watching! Shen Yan also seemed to have dropped his airs and was willing to manifest.
Thus, Zhao Manqi's live stream became one of the only two streams online with an actual ghost. But everyone knew she was different from Xiaotao; Xiaotao was radiant and glorious, while Zhao Manqi was just a clown.
Zhao Manqi seemed to have decided to smash the pot since it was already cracked, completely going down the path of extreme feminism. Especially when arguing with Shen Yan, every other word was about gender, her "fist techniques" precise. After provoking Shen Yan, she would then say that as a man, he should give in to her, basically trying to have her cake and eat it too.
Only Fang Zhiyi, through the screen, saw the murderous intent in Shen Yan's eyes. Then he saw Shen Yan give a strange laugh before gradually disappearing.
Zhao Manqi paid him no mind; she was used to it.
"Sisters, am I right?"
Surprisingly, several women in the live stream even sent her gifts.
"That's exactly it! Right!"
"Don't be afraid of him! He's just a male ghost!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. Forget it. You make your own bed, you lie in it. As the saying goes, it's not scary to hear a ghost cry, but a ghost's laugh is terrifying. That kind of laugh from Shen Yan meant he had murder on his mind.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Shen Yan had lost everything now, was forcibly bound to Zhao Manqi, couldn't achieve his own goals, and had to endure Zhao Manqi's insults. The fact that he had endured this long was already a testament to his ghostly talent.
Sure enough, just three days later, a "live-streamed murder" news story dominated the hot searches.
When Zhao Manqi started her live stream as usual, ordering Shen Yan around while spraying spit, Shen Yan suddenly dove straight into her mouth. The few hundred viewers in Zhao Manqi's live stream were stunned. Then they watched as Zhao Manqi sat down, stood up, behaved bizarrely, and kept begging for mercy.
"I was wrong! Let me go!"
"You know I only say those things for those idiots. If I didn't, how would they send me gifts?"
"No, I didn't really think that! You're a man, you should give in to me!"
"How is this not equality?"
Finally, she grabbed a pair of scissors.
When she acted, it was as if she felt no pain, her face covered with a strange smile, her eyes fixed straight on the phone's camera. It's said most people in the live stream had nightmares for days.
Fang Zhiyi made a special trip there. Unexpectedly, Zhao Manqi's ghost did not appear.
When he saw Shen Yan, shrouded in murderous aura, Fang Zhiyi understood. This guy was crazy enough to kill and seize a soul.
Shen Yan no longer looked like his former self. His entire face was grotesquely swollen, looking ugly and disgusting. Fang Zhiyi was even curious how he had avoided the backlash of the curse. Logically, since he killed Zhao Manqi, he should have died too.
He seemed to remember Fang Zhiyi, lunging straight at him.
"I actually admire your courage a little..." Fang Zhiyi extended his hand.
"Boom!"
A lightning bolt as thick as a bucket streaked across.
Fang Zhiyi shuddered. That damn Heavenly Dao actually made a move so suddenly?
But strangely, he was unharmed. That lightning bolt directly took Shen Yan away.
Fang Zhiyi stood there in a daze.
After a long while, he looked strangely at the sky, then at Little Hei. Little Hei met his gaze and swallowed hard.
After both the male and female leads disappeared, Fang Zhiyi couldn't enjoy the leisure he had in previous worlds. Instead, he toiled diligently like an old workhorse because Xiaotao was invited to conduct searches nationwide. She was also dedicated to resolving the lingering obsessions of ghosts. Although he didn't want to get involved, with Xiaotao calling him "Teacher" left and right, he had no choice.
There were always some ghosts that weren't so cooperative.
As a medium, Xiaotao would always set things up and then begin communicating with the ghosts.
"Are you there?"
"None of your damn business!"
"I'm here to help you."
"Help your mother!"
"Are you the owner of this house?"
"I'm your daddy!"
"They say you won't leave because you haven't been properly laid to rest. Do you need me to find someone to chant scriptures for you?"
"Get lost!"
Xiaotao opened her eyes, shaking her head regretfully at the staff nearby and her assistant, Little Chao. Little Chao looked sympathetic.
"Since you don't understand Buddhist teachings, my teacher also knows a thing or two about... physical persuasion."
"?"
A large hand grabbed its head and twisted it a hundred and eighty degrees.
It was met with Fang Zhiyi's eyes, devoid of whites and filled entirely with darkness, and a grin of gleaming white teeth.
"You're in luck. I haven't been in a very good mood lately, so I hope you can last a little longer."
The ghost, though it had no saliva, also swallowed hard.
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
