Moreover, Yue had not told them Sun Kui's whereabouts, so in their eyes, she was no different from a traitor.
The young Li Weiyang witnessed the tragic deaths of his parents, and the seed of hatred sprouted in his heart. His days at the Cangyue Sect were not much better. Having no parents, he was often bullied by others, while his grandmaster was solely preoccupied with his own affairs, completely unaware of his plight. Later, due to an accident, he left the Cangyue Sect and began wandering the Jianghu alone, until he met Sun Kui again.
Upon learning of his parents' death, Sun Kui was filled with indignation. He thus took out a secret manual to teach him martial arts and gave him a divine weapon. And so, Li Weiyang gradually grew stronger and began making a name for himself in the Jianghu.
But after all these years, Li Weiyang's heart no longer held onto thoughts of revenge. Instead, he became passionate about doing good deeds everywhere. Even when facing the very culprits responsible for his parents' deaths, he could let go of past grievances. Back and forth, his reputation gradually spread throughout the land, and he also gained quite a few beauties as confidantes. In the end, Li Weiyang forcefully became the leader of the entire Jianghu. A truly joyous and celebratory outcome.
"Hiss... this seems somewhat familiar." Fang Zhiyi pondered for a moment.
"Master, your disciple begs only one thing of you. I implore you to take care of this child."
A voice came from behind, followed by the sound of a head hitting the ground.
Not one more, not one less. Three times.
Li Xiuyu looked at his master's back, his eyes filled with guilt, unwillingness, and disappointment. He turned to face the martial artists before him, met Yue's gaze, and moved his lips.
Yue understood. What Li Xiuyu said was "see you in the next life."
She gave a tragic smile, then saw Li Xiuyu suddenly circulate his energy. Those standing slightly closer took a step back, wary of him.
Who could have guessed that Li Xiuyu raised his hand and struck towards the top of his own head!
"Not good! Stop him!" Abbess Rowei suddenly realized—if this kid died, the trail would go cold! She was still counting on prying information about Sun Kui from his mouth!
But it seemed too late. Li Xiuyu wore a smile on his lips.
Yet death was slow in coming. He opened his eyes to see his master's hand blocking his head, intercepting the palm strike meant for himself.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a cutting glare: "You want to die here? Aren't you afraid of ruining the feng shui!"
Li Xiuyu was stunned, then smiled bitterly: "This disciple failed to consider that. I'm sorry, Master." As he spoke, he started walking to another spot.
Fang Zhiyi nearly laughed in exasperation: "You're just going to switch places?" How incredibly literal-minded was this guy?
"Headmaster Fang, well done!" shouted Abbess Rowei. "Men, seize them! We must get information about Sun Kui from their mouths!"
"Hehe, our sect's interrogation methods are first-rate," someone said with a sinister tone, their gaze lingering on Yue.
Seeing people closing in, Li Xiuyu hurriedly shielded Yue: "Yue, it is your husband who has failed you. If I hadn't insisted on returning, you and our child wouldn't be in such a predicament."
Yue smiled: "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog, my husband. Today, you and I shall face death together... and be husband and wife again in the next life."
As she pulled out a dagger, Fang Zhiyi, quick as lightning, merely waved his palm. The dagger in Yue's hand was sent flying to the ground with a clatter.
"Master!" Li Xiuyu's heart sank completely. "Will you not even grant your disciple a clean death?"
"Good! Let me capture this demon woman!" A bald figure swiftly approached, stretching out a large hand to grab Yue.
But before he could get close to Yue, he suddenly felt a tremendous force on his waist. Then his entire body flew sideways, crashing into the crowd and knocking over a swath of people.
"Headmaster Fang, what is the meaning of this?" someone asked.
Fang Zhiyi clasped his hands behind his back: "Meaning? You motherfuckers come to my turf to beat up my disciple, and you ask me what I mean?"
These words left everyone stunned. Li Xiuyu and Yue exchanged a glance, their eyes full of disbelief.
"That's right, I did say I wanted to cultivate my heart. But damn it, aren't you all just too damn overbearing? Huh? Have you all gotten too cocky, or do you think I can't lift my blade anymore?" The energy within Fang Zhiyi's body circulated continuously, unleashing a palpable pressure.
"Master..." His disciples not far away were all taken aback.
Fang Zhiyi glared at them: "So you still remember I'm your master? Damn it all! You see your own junior brother about to be driven to his death, and you just stand there like wooden posts. Are you dead or something?"
The eldest disciple, Yu Cangyun, flushed red and instantly drew the sword at his waist: "Protect junior brother!"
"Yes!"
Following the order, the other fellow disciples stepped forward, shielding Li Xiuyu and his family of three within their circle.
Li Xiuyu was utterly dumbfounded: "Master..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't even turn his head: "I should call you Master! Damn it! You get married and don't even invite me? Do you have any respect for me as your master? What nonsense! I'll settle accounts with you later!"
True to his nature, Li Xiuyu immediately knelt down upon hearing this and kowtowed three more times: "Your disciple acted on his own. I am sorry, Master!"
Fang Zhiyi nearly turned around to kick him, but managed to restrain himself.
"Fang Zhiyi! So the past few years were indeed an act! Your disciple shelters a vile fugitive. Do you not care for your reputation either?" Abbess Rowei angrily shouted.
Fang Zhiyi sneered: "What reputation? Can you eat it or drink it? Cut the act. Aren't you all just after that little trinket in Sun Kui's hands?"
"You!" Abbess Rowei was momentarily left speechless by his words.
"I understand. Headmaster Fang also wants a share of the pie, to get the treasure Sun Kui stole, right?" someone said.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "What if I am? Today, right here, him, and those two, I'm protecting them!"
"Arrogant!" A man holding a pestle-like vajra flew out from the crowd, shouting, "Take this move! Vajra Subdues Demons..."
But with a loud bang, he was sent flying back. A good while later, everyone heard a dull thud of impact.
Fang Zhiyi retracted his leg: "Are you insane? If you want to fight, just fight. If you want to ambush, just ambush. Why shout your move's name? And flying so high, showing off?"
His disciples behind him exchanged glances. Their master didn't used to talk this much.
But after a moment, the eldest disciple Yu Cangyun understood: "Master has stopped cultivating his heart."
Everyone suddenly grasped the situation. Only this explanation made sense.
"Fang Zhiyi! Let me test your skills!" Another person charged with a blade. But in just one exchange, Fang Zhiyi seized his sword and, with one hand pressing on his face, slammed him fiercely into the ground. Everyone present was shocked. The man was knocked unconscious, blood seeping from his wounds.
"Fang Zhiyi! How dare you attack our people!" someone exclaimed.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Are your eyes marbles? Why do you only spout nonsense?" He clasped his hands behind his back again. "Besides, if you play the game, sooner or later you have to pay the price."
Li Xiuyu looked at his master's back. His master seemed to have become even more formidable, though his catchphrases were too much like a street ruffian's.
"So today, you are determined to oppose our twelve sects?" Abbess Rowei bellowed.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
