In just a few short months, the once dilapidated Cangyue Sect had been completely transformed. Not only were the buildings repaired and expanded, but the entire grounds had grown considerably larger.
This sight left a sour taste in their mouths. Thinking of their own months of bloody conflict, while the Cangyue Sect had been living in peace and stability, filled them with extreme resentment.
"Fang Zhiyi! You've been playing us for fools!" Qian, the valley master, roared.
Fang Zhiyi stood with his hands clasped behind his back on the steps, his expression calm. "Playing you for fools? How so? Did you find the divine weapon? Did you find the secret manual?"
Qian, the valley master, was momentarily speechless. That was, admittedly, true.
Black Vajra also stepped forward. "Enough talk! Hand over Li Xiuyu and that demoness!"
Following closely, the members of the Demonic Cult stepped up. "Yue, come out and face us!"
Fang Zhiyi did not stop his junior disciples. Li Xiuyu and Yue both stepped forward.
Yue looked at the Demonic Cult members, feeling a wave of complex emotions.
However, the looks they gave her were far from friendly. "Yue, as the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult, you dared to flee without permission!"
Yue met their gaze. "And so?"
The Demonic Cult Hall Master made no attempt to hide their intentions. "Hand over Sun Kui, and we can let this slide. You can remain our Holy Maiden. We'll even agree to your marriage with the Cangyue Sect disciple. Our Demonic Cult can form an alliance with the Cangyue Sect!"
Yue sneered. "And where were you all when I was being threatened and pressured by these so-called righteous sects?"
The Demonic Cult members looked somewhat embarrassed.
"An alliance with the Cangyue Sect? What a brilliant idea. You probably have your eyes on the Cangyue Sect's assets, don't you? Wanting to have your cake and eat it too. You certainly have the nerve." After Fang Zhiyi's training, she was no longer the weak woman she once was.
Seeing their scheme laid bare, the Hall Master angrily shouted, "Since words are useless, we have no choice but to resort to force!"
Abbess Rowei of the Liushuang Sect stepped forward, gnashing her teeth. "Demoness! Last time you humiliated me beyond measure. Today, I will repay you double!" Her dreams were still haunted by the memory of Yue slapping her, it had almost become an inner demon. She had been too afraid of Fang Zhiyi to come alone, but with so many people here today, she was determined to get her revenge.
"Amitabha. Sect Leader Fang, I implore you to consider your sect's reputation. This old monk thanks you in advance." Master Changmei stood there with a group of martial monks, a very conspicuous presence.
"Wait, you're looking for Sun Kui, right? So why come to my place?" Fang Zhiyi looked genuinely puzzled.
Just at that moment, Sun Kui, holding a bowl of noodles, poked his head out while slurping the noodles.
"Sun Kui!" someone shouted. Although most people hadn't seen him before, in such a large crowd, someone was bound to recognize him.
Sun Kui smiled and nodded, even giving a little wave.
Fang Zhiyi didn't even turn his head. "What Sun Kui? Don't talk nonsense."
"He's right there! Fang Zhiyi, you dare to harbor this villain!"
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. "Villain? What villain? Everyone, from what I've heard, your own hands have been stained with quite a bit of blood these past few months. What gives you the right to call someone else a villain?"
This statement caused an awkward silence among the crowd.
It was Master Changmei who spoke again. "Amitabha. Sect Leader Fang, if you insist on such sophistry, do not blame this old monk for being ruthless."
He was not the least bit afraid of Fang Zhiyi. Although he seldom left the temple, he had absolute confidence in his martial prowess.
Fang Zhiyi was amused. "Come on then, let's see how ruthless you can be."
"Master! Do not sacrifice the entire Cangyue Sect for my sake!" Li Xiuyu began his performance once more, following the same script. He kowtowed three times to Fang Zhiyi. "This disciple has brought you trouble."
This time, however, Yue looked at him as if he were an idiot. Even Sun Kui found it hard to watch. Was his sworn brother truly this foolish or just pretending?
With a kick from Fang Zhiyi, Li Xiuyu flew backwards, only to be caught steadily by his senior brother.
"What nonsense," Fang Zhiyi cursed.
"Take this!" Qian, the valley master, was the first to lose patience, lunging forward to attack.
Fang Zhiyi merely lifted his eyelids slightly and gave a gentle wave of his hand. Qian, the valley master felt as if an invisible fist had struck his chest. Immediately, blood spurted from his mouth and nose as he was sent flying backwards.
"What sinister martial art is this?!" someone exclaimed in shock. After all, Qian, the valley master, though not fully recovered from his injuries, was still a top-tier expert. Yet he was defeated without even touching Fang Zhiyi's hand?
Fang Zhiyi grinned, revealing his teeth. The months of delay had been crucial.
"Sect Leader Fang, the sea of suffering is boundless, repent and turn back..." Master Changmei finished speaking. The martial monks behind him formed a battle array and advanced. Fang Zhiyi simply raised his palm upward, then flipped it and pressed down. Instantly, over a dozen monks felt as if a heavy weight was crushing them, forcing them to their knees, bleeding from all seven orifices.
This shocked everyone present.
"What are you waiting for? Attack together! I don't believe he can kill all of us!" Abbess Rowei shouted, leading the charge. Several others immediately followed.
"I love this overconfidence of yours," Fang Zhiyi said with a bright smile.
Then, facing the dozen or so people leaping towards him, Fang Zhiyi made only a few simple movements. They were all sent flying back. Several cried out in agony. Although Fang Zhiyi hadn't touched them, beads of blood seeped from their bodies. It was clear they were crippled.
"How is this possible?!" Black Vajra gasped in fear. He remembered Fang Zhiyi didn't possess this level of strength before.
"Anything is possible," Fang Zhiyi said, looking at him. Black Vajra felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, but gritting his teeth, he also charged forward. Relying on his formidable Hard Qigong, he stubbornly managed to walk right up to Fang Zhiyi. The onlookers were puzzled; Fang Zhiyi seemed to be doing nothing, yet Black Vajra's steps looked extremely difficult.
"Fang Zhiyi!" Black Vajra growled through clenched teeth.
"Hmm?" Fang Zhiyi tilted his head.
Black Vajra collapsed without warning.
Master Changmei's expression turned grave. This Fang Zhiyi's methods were far too sinister. He had no choice but to intervene.
"Sect Leader Fang! To think you have learned such a sinister technique! Did Sun Kui give it to you as well?" Master Changmei closed the distance rapidly. Sun Kui was taken aback—since when did he have such capability?
Fang Zhiyi was slightly surprised. This Master Changmei had some skill, likely someone infinitely close to the threshold of immortal cultivation. He could actually withstand his pressure.
Master Changmei struck. Fang Zhiyi tilted his head to dodge.
"You're a monk. Why involve yourself in this?"
"To vanquish evil and uphold the righteous path!"
"Bullshit!" Others might not know, but Fang Zhiyi was well aware. This Changmei and his sect, for all their talk of being monks, were not soft when it came to collecting incense money from the common folk. He had made inquiries. Their temple, Fulai Temple, earned more in a single quarter than his own combined inns and long-distance transport businesses!
"You're worried the chaos in the world is affecting your business, aren't you?"
Master Changmei's face darkened. "Nonsense! Monks are free from all worldly desires..."
"I might believe that of other monks, but you lot... I don't." Fang Zhiyi continued exchanging blows with him, not stopping his words. "When I was acquiring businesses in the market, I learned clearly. Your sect holds quite a few assets, all controlled by the monks of Fulai Temple behind the scenes. I suspect you came to trouble me today not for Sun Kui's sake, is that it?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
