Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. "Have you all forgotten?"
This abrupt statement left everyone bewildered. Forgotten what?
But the next moment, Fang Zhiyi's figure vanished, reappearing right in front of Abbess Rowei. The Abbess was startled and immediately reached for her sword. However, she only managed to draw it halfway before Fang Zhiyi pressed it back into its scabbard. Then she felt his hand clamp onto her shoulder, and she was sent flying.
When someone tried to intervene, Fang Zhiyi merely used a single palm strike and a fist, and the would-be obstructors were laid flat on the ground.
Abbess Rowei landed, staggering back several steps unsteadily, only to be seized again by Fang Zhiyi. He then turned his head. "Hey, daughter-in-law, come here."
Yue's mouth was hanging open. It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi called a second time that she scurried forward.
"Mas... Master," her voice was tiny. She had heard from Li Xiuyu that his master was stubborn and hidebound. Meeting him today, she had thought he would choose to stand aside. Yet now, for the sake of Li Xiuyu and herself, he was actually confronting these sects. She couldn't quite figure him out.
"Come on, slap her," Fang Zhiyi motioned with his chin.
Abbess Rowei's eyes widened in shock. A domineering surge of true energy had sealed her pressure points, rendering her immobile. But her heart was filled with terror. How could Fang Zhiyi possess such power?
"This..." Yue hesitated.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Didn't she call you a 'demoness' earlier? And didn't she slap you a dozen times?"
Yue instinctively touched her face. It was already swollen, with blood at the corner of her mouth.
Fortunately, this girl wasn't like Li Xiuyu. Yue raised her hand and struck, a series of solid, real slaps—unlike the Abbess who used internal force—a dozen or more in quick succession. The sight made everyone watching wince.
Fang Zhiyi cracked his neck. "Who's next? Who wants to challenge me?" Only Little Hei, observing from the side, knew that Fang Zhiyi's current body had reached its limit. That display just now had pushed him to the brink.
But the effect of that move was now apparent. Anyone with half a brain could see it, and they remembered: Fang Zhiyi had once been a leading figure in the martial world, a sect master! That single move demonstrated strength surpassing Abbess Rowei's.
Instantly, the restless crowd fell dead silent. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.
"Sect Master Fang, shielding the Evil Cult's Saintess is an unforgivable crime," another aged voice rang out. The crowd parted as an old man with a kindly face, accompanied by two guardians, walked forward.
Fang Zhiyi locked eyes with him.
This old man was no simple opponent. His current level was on par with this fellow.
The next moment, Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled and beckoned the old man over. The old man looked suspiciously at this suddenly changed individual, but he was confident in his own abilities and strode forward.
Those behind watched in confusion as Fang Zhiyi and the Valley Master of the Cloud Pasture Valley put their heads together, almost craning their necks to see. Then Fang Zhiyi turned and walked to his young disciple, whispering for a while. Li Xiuyu kept nodding, but it was only after Fang Zhiyi gave him a few slaps that a look of clarity returned to Li Xiuyu's eyes.
He walked back to the Cloud Pasture Valley Master, said something quietly, and slung an arm around the old man's shoulders.
"Now, who dares to challenge us?"
The scene was utterly silent. The members of the various sects were dumbfounded. A suddenly aggressive Fang Zhiyi was already hard enough to deal with, but now the Cloud Pasture Valley Master had joined him? And what on earth had they talked about? The old man was now standing firmly by his side?
"Hmph! I refuse to believe your Cangyue Sect can slaughter all of us today!" A burly man pushed through the crowd and stepped out.
"Excellent! It's the Black Vajra, master of the Vajra Gate! His Iron Body skill has reached perfection. He has a seventy or eighty percent chance against Fang Zhiyi!"
"Listen up, the moment he makes a move, we all charge!"
"Our targets are Li Xiuyu and that demoness! If that fails, grab the child! We just need the information on Sun Kui's whereabouts!"
Their greed was now completely undisguised.
But to everyone's astonishment, in the blink of an eye, Black Vajra also wore a puzzled expression as he listened to Fang Zhiyi's whispers, with the Cloud Pasture Valley old man chiming in beside him occasionally. After a brief debate, Black Vajra crossed his arms and stood to Fang Zhiyi's right.
"Who else?!" Fang Zhiyi's voice was full of confidence.
The crowd collectively drew a sharp, cold breath. This wasn't right, was it? Is the Cangyue Sect an evil cult? What kind of evil cult brainwashes people this fast?
For a moment, the situation was awkward. The crowd could neither advance nor retreat comfortably.
Suddenly, a shifty-looking man pushed through. "Let this Hu Feng experience your superior skills!"
And then he was sent flying.
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. "Trash!" He looked at the crowd. "Anything else? If not, get lost!"
A dozen or so sects looked at each other. Before, there might have been a chance if they swarmed him; even if Fang Zhiyi was powerful, he couldn't protect so many people. But now... two sects had already switched sides. What were they to do?
Reluctantly, they had no choice but to retreat from the Cangyue Sect's main gate. However, everyone kept a wary eye, leaving people behind to watch. They wanted to know why the Cloud Pasture Valley and the Vajra Gate had defected. Only the Frost Flow Sect carried their master away hurriedly. Today was far too humiliating.
Watching the crowd disperse, Fang Zhiyi gave Yue a thumbs-up. Thankfully, this daughter-in-law was sharp. If that fool had been the one to speak, it would have been a fight to the death today. While he was confident he could kill most of them, his disciples would likely have perished.
"Sect Master Fang, now can you tell us about Sun Kui's treasure?" Black Vajra couldn't wait any longer.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "We've been at it all afternoon. Everyone's hungry. We'll talk over food. The treasure isn't going anywhere." He glanced at Yue, who understood instantly and began to think.
The Cloud Pasture Valley Master said solemnly, "This old man is not here for the treasure. Sun Kui killed my disciple. I am only seeking justice for my pupil."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Understood, understood." Inwardly, he scoffed. Nonsense! No one stirs up such a fuss purely for justice. Trying to have it both ways.
At the dinner table, Li Xiuyu, having been secretly warned by his master, kept his head down and ate. The young Li Weiyang was directly ushered into a room by someone Fang Zhiyi arranged, lest the little rascal say the wrong thing again.
Yue began to speak about Sun Kui. According to her account, Sun Kui possessed a divine weapon, a chest of secret manuals, and also a treasure map.
Hearing this, the two men's eyes gleamed, and they pressed for Sun Kui's whereabouts incessantly. What was the point of roaming the martial world? Fame? And what was fame for? Of course, it was for wealth, for secret manuals, for divine weapons! And Sun Kui represented all of their desires.
Yue glanced at Fang Zhiyi and revealed one location, then added two more.
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
