A swarm of demons surged through the entrance, their auras thick with killing intent. Behind them, a burly figure slowly emerged, clutching a barely alive minor demon in its grasp.
"Who are you?" roared the Pressure Dragon Taoist, furious. There shouldn't have been any demon in the vicinity capable of challenging him. How dare this creature attack his very doorstep? This was truly an insult!
"Me? I am Fang Zhiyi, the Great King of the Sunward Cave." The black bear demon answered in a low, rumbling voice.
"Hey, I always feel our Great King is a bit... inconsiderate."
"How so?"
"The name he chose for himself sounds so cultured."
"If you're so capable, pick one for yourself."
"...Better not."
The minor demons of Sunward Cave whispered among themselves.
Fang Zhiyi stared intently at the old fox, as if looking at a familiar face. "I heard you were looking for me? Can't you let it go?"
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was taken aback. He was already surprised by the mention of Sunward Cave—this fellow had come to him? But from the sound of it, he was the one in the wrong? What did he mean 'let it go'? He had considered causing trouble, yes, but it was just a thought! He hadn't acted on it yet!
"You... you dare invade my mountain gate without cause and kill my underlings!" The Pressure Dragon Taoist finally blurted out this line after a long pause.
Fang Zhiyi gave him a cold glance. "Enough nonsense. Since when do demons need a reason to seize territory?"
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was speechless. The black bear had a point!
However, the other gave him no further chance to speak. The black bear demon was almost instantly before him, its overwhelming aura stunning the Pressure Dragon Taoist. This pressure... it was nothing like a demon with merely three hundred years of cultivation!
The Pressure Dragon Taoist raised his smoking pipe. The next moment, it was wrenched from his hand. With a gentle squeeze from Fang Zhiyi, the companion of centuries shattered into pieces.
"You! You destroyed my magical treasure!"
"Want to live long? Quit smoking." Fang Zhiyi looked at him.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist didn't understand what 'quit smoking' meant, but he was enraged.
He directly summoned his magical treasure, the Immortal-Binding Rope, chanting incantations, attempting to bind Fang Zhiyi. This treasure was actually a damaged item. He had once secretly visited a demon cave that had been swept clean by Sun Wukong and found this broken rope. Adopting a frugal mindset for prosperity, he had picked it up and managed to patch it up somewhat.
Yet, when this imitation Golden-Hooped Rope reached Fang Zhiyi, it was like a fragile straw cord, easily snapped in two with a light tug.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist stared wide-eyed in shock. Before he could react, Fang Zhiyi's bear paw came swiping down hard. The Pressure Dragon Taoist hastily used magic to dodge, but Fang Zhiyi was faster, pressing him step by step.
He then pulled out a dagger from his robes and stabbed at Fang Zhiyi, who sidestepped to avoid it. Fang Zhiyi was also somewhat surprised; this old fellow seemed to have quite a few magical treasures, though they all looked like junk. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed the Pressure Dragon Taoist's wrist, flung him with force, and the Taoist flew away like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily to the ground far off.
The weasel demons were also facing siege from the numerous demons. Although they had some skill, being outnumbered left them flustered and overwhelmed.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with terror. He knew he had met his match today; he was no match for this black bear demon. Muttering incantations, his true form gradually manifested. It seemed like a desperate last stand, but in reality, he intended to use the chance to flee.
Just as he looked up, the black bear demon was gone.
A loud shout came from above.
"Angry Crow Takes Flight!"
Having experienced so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had only ever shouted move names here. For some reason, it always felt a bit satisfying to yell them out.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist was stunned. Why was his heart filled with such dread? The name of this move... sounded strangely familiar?
He had no time to dodge.
The Pressure Dragon Taoist died without understanding the true cause of his death. Seeing their master dead, his disciples began to flee in panic. However, they did not escape, being captured and killed one by one by the demons of Sunward Cave.
Fang Zhiyi looked at his subordinates, who had already undergone some transformation, his expression complex.
There was no choice. To survive in this world, they had to learn this lesson.
"You there, Aqi, this cave is yours from now on." Fang Zhiyi casually pointed at a demon. The named demon was first stunned, then overjoyed, but quickly calmed down. "Great King, are you driving me away?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No. You will be responsible for this place. It will be our branch from now on."
Outside, rumors about Sunward Cave gradually spread like wildfire.
Sunward Cave became utterly synonymous with heinous evil. Any humans or demons living nearby had heard the name. However, their understanding of these demons came solely from hearsay. As for what truly brutal deeds these demons had committed, they weren't very clear. It was enough that they were demons.
Fang Zhiyi's strategy was simple: negotiate first. Those willing to submit were offered excellent treatment, including reading and literacy lessons. On this point, Fang Zhiyi had long instructed his demons to "invite" learned scholars from the mountains to teach. If they refused, they would be persuaded with money.
Demons had plenty of gold, silver, and treasures, but what humans saw as money was useless in their eyes.
Thus, these "useless things" became the best stepping stones. There were always those who valued money over life, willing to take the risk.
They only fought if negotiations failed, but once they started, it was for real. Fang Zhiyi's demand was simple: no prisoners.
Of course, it wasn't smooth at first. But after Fang Zhiyi led his followers to wipe out several man-eating demon caves, subsequent "negotiations" became much easier. Those who had initially resisted became remarkably amiable. For demons, strength was far simpler and more effective than reasoning.
Fang Zhiyi's image was also spread far and wide. Rumors said he was a ferocious bear demon dozens of zhang tall, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks with a single palm. Because of these rumors, some smaller factions even came to pledge allegiance before Fang Zhiyi sought them out.
Naturally, Fang Zhiyi couldn't trust these demons. So, he stationed his own followers in each cave, having them act as the "Great King" in his stead.
As his followers were assigned one by one, the number of demons by his side dwindled.
Until finally, only one wolf demon remained: Big Yellow.
Big Yellow had long shed his former innocence. His eyes were now perpetually alert and calm. He had followed Fang Zhiyi to many places, constantly improving through life-and-death battles with other demons. This was largely thanks to his Great King, who would often find time to instruct them on how to fight even while beating up the opposing king himself.
At this moment, looking at the figure before him, he felt an indescribable sensation, as if the Great King was drifting far away, even though he was right there in front of him.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] [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!"
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."
