The disciple, immersed in the joy of making money, was oblivious to the awkwardness in the room. "Most people in the martial world have never seen Sun Kui. This portrait will surely fetch a good price..."
The dinner table fell silent for a moment. Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed. "A brilliant idea!" He felt some appreciation for this disciple of his disciple. The boy had brains!
The junior disciple, receiving praise, chuckled gleefully, completely missing Sun Kui's flushed face.
Suddenly, Sun Kui slammed the table. "So you are the rumor-monger?"
The junior disciple was stunned. Sun Kui suddenly felt an immense force press down on his shoulder; having just stood up, he was forced back into his seat.
He looked in shock at Fang Zhiyi, who wore a faint smile, his mind reeling. His sworn brother's master possessed such profound skill!
Fang Zhiyi pointed at himself. "The rumor-monger isn't him. It's me."
Upon hearing this, Sun Kui's face was full of astonishment. "You... I have no grievance with you. Why would you harm me?"
He suddenly realized something and looked toward Li Xiuyu and his wife, his eyes brimming with shock and disappointment.
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "Ah, it has nothing to do with them. And what exactly have I done to harm you? Did I leak your whereabouts, or did I sell your portrait?"
Sun Kui was taken aback. Put that way, it did seem true...
But who was Sun Kui? He couldn't just let someone manipulate him so easily!
However, when he saw someone bring Li Weiyang in and watched Fang Zhiyi kindly pat the child's head, Sun Kui's courage faltered.
Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Speak. What do you want? If it's this Sun's head, take it!"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand again. "Why would I want your head? It's not edible." Dealing with these three stubborn individuals, he didn't have a great plan, so he chose the fastest method.
That very night, Sun Kui handed over his treasured blade and three secret manuals, his face a picture of agony, looking at Fang Zhiyi as if he wanted to devour him.
Fang Zhiyi then summoned Yue and instructed her to send these items out separately.
He wasn't worried at all about Yue running away, as the child was still in his hands.
Yue was also somewhat bewildered. Initially, she thought Fang Zhiyi coveted Sun Kui's treasures, but now he wanted to give them away? And to the very addresses she had previously given to the Valley Master of Muyun and the Black Vajra? What was this...
Fang Zhiyi said meaningfully, "We must give them something real."
Yue was sharp. After a moment's thought, her expression changed. In her eyes, Fang Zhiyi had become even more inscrutable.
Just a few days later, news spread like wildfire that Qian, the valley master of Muyun Valley, had found a peerless divine weapon at one of Sun Kui's hideouts.
Valley Master Qian was thrilled when he found the weapon, but trouble soon followed. Someone had leaked the news. No sooner had he obtained the blade and was rushing back than he was intercepted.
He was blocked by two other sects.
"Valley Master Qian, is it true you've found the villain Sun Kui's treasured blade?"
Valley Master Qian narrowed his eyes. "This old man has no need to answer to you."
"So it is true then? Where is Sun Kui?"
"Hmph! This old man didn't see him!"
"Perhaps he offered you the blade, and you let him go?"
"Hand over the divine weapon today, and your Muyun Valley may leave!"
Valley Master Qian looked at the opposing forces, feeling uneasy. These two sects had almost mobilized their entire strength, clearly lying in ambush here. To move quickly, he hadn't brought many people this time, confident he could handle Sun Kui alone.
"Since Valley Master Qian is unwilling to hand over the blade, we'll have to take it ourselves!"
The news quickly spread throughout the martial world. Muyun Valley encountered three waves of ambushes on their way back: one from martial artists, one from the demonic cult, and one from imperial agents. Valley Master Qian was severely injured, his disciples suffered over fifty percent casualties, and the treasured blade was seized.
Similarly, no sooner had the Black Vajra obtained the secret manuals than the news reached others' ears. The Vajra Gate received the same treatment as Muyun Valley.
In an instant, everyone's attention shifted from Sun Kui to the sects now in possession of the blade and manuals. Operating under the logic of "if they can snatch it, so can I," the entire martial world descended into chaos.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi was planning a transformation. He used the swindled silver to purchase some businesses and sent his disciples out to manage them. He had his own methods for conducting business in ancient times. The entire Cangyue Sect prospered, and under Fang Zhiyi's leadership, the disciples were full of drive for making money.
Sun Kui, who had been anxious all day, gradually relaxed upon realizing Fang Zhiyi had no intention of harming him. When he heard about the endless bloodshed outside over his blade and manuals, he was greatly alarmed.
Fang Zhiyi's rumor-mongering didn't stop. Numerous new rumors emerged: Liushuang Sect had obtained Sun Kui's treasure map, Tianying Sect had acquired an elixir of immortality... such tales were endless.
The once seemingly solid alliance of the righteous path gradually disintegrated. Sun Kui's blade and manuals had become hot potatoes. Whichever sect obtained them, the news would immediately leak, bringing challenges from martial arts masters, robberies by dark forces, and even suppression by the imperial court.
With the blade's appearance, people in the martial world became even more convinced of the existence of Sun Kui's other treasures. In just a few months, the martial world was bathed in a storm of blood. Today you kill my disciple, tomorrow I kill your master's brother.
With little to do daily, Sun Kui passed the time by listening to the day's news. The more he heard, the more fearful he became. Li Xiuyu's master was too terrifying! He, Sun Kui, had merely killed a few dozen people, but with a few casual words from Fang Zhiyi, the entire martial world suffered heavy casualties!
Yet, watching the Cangyue Sect act as if it had nothing to do with them, Sun Kui felt a sense of dissonance. Just what kind of people were this bunch?
Yue was also quite busy now. Fang Zhiyi seemed intent on grooming her. Yue took on many business affairs, sometimes leaving early and returning to the sect only late at night. This somewhat frustrated Li Xiuyu. In the past, she would do whatever he said, but now Yue seemed more assertive, even preventing him from interjecting on some decisions.
His master found him foolish and didn't let him help with anything, just telling him to focus on raising the child. So, with time on his hands, Li Xiuyu and Sun Kui hit it off perfectly. They took turns teaching Li Weiyang, much to the boy's misery.
Little Hei laughed. "I thought you were going to teach the protagonist yourself. I didn't expect this."
Fang Zhiyi curled his lip. "I'm not a nanny. His parents are still here; is it my turn to teach him? Parents should manage their own child. In the original plot, this kid lacked proper discipline, hooking up with girls everywhere—a complete scoundrel. Let's see if he dares mess around now with his father and his sworn uncle teaching him together."
Having said that, he looked up at the sky. The Heavenly Dao showed no unusual movement, indicating things were fine.
Little Hei looked at the mist steaming from his body. "You're also insane, actually trying to cultivate immortality here?"
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."
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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
