"Do you remember how I protected you even after my arm was broken?"
"Do you remember my blood dripping onto your face? I wanted to wipe it away, but I couldn’t move."
Fang Xiuyun's lips trembled slightly, yet the words she spoke were, "An eye for an eye only ends in endless vengeance."
Fang Zhiyi laughed. He raised his hand, flicked his water sleeve dramatically, and addressed the stunned onlookers: "Did you all see that? I died for her, and now she’s preaching about letting go of vengeance? Hahaha..."
He turned back to Fang Xiuyun: "Turns out the cruelest one wasn’t Old Man Ma—he only killed me. But you, Fang Xiuyun—no, Ma Xiuyun—you used my blood to cultivate this saintly facade of yours. Impressive!"
Fang Xiuyun’s pupils shrank as she frantically waved her hands. "No, that’s not true! I did it for everyone’s sake!"
Just as Fang Zhiyi was contemplating how to deal with her, a sharp reprimand rang out from behind: "Audacious wraith! Cease your violence!"
"Here we go again," Fang Zhiyi sighed in resignation before promptly vanishing into thin air.
Watching Fang Zhiyi dissolve into a shadowy blur, both Ma Xiuyun and the Taoist priest He Wei were left dumbfounded.
"Brother Zhiyi... was he driven away?" Ma Xiuyun ventured hesitantly.
He Wei wasn’t entirely sure either. "I... suppose so?" He had encountered vengeful spirits before—ones that refused to relent until their goals were met—but this was the first time he’d seen one flee at first sight.
The scene descended into chaos as He Wei performed rites to guide the deceased to the afterlife.
Fate worked in strange ways. Convinced that Ma Xiuyun harbored genuine kindness, He Wei decided to teach her Taoist arts. When Squire Ma learned of this, he saw value in her and formally acknowledged her as his daughter.
Everything was unfolding according to the original script.
The only wildcard was Fang Zhiyi.
"Host, why did you run so far?"
"Obviously because I can’t win. Why waste time?"
"But isn’t fleeing outright a bit... humiliating?" Little Hei didn’t understand.
Fang Zhiyi spoke with grave patience: "Listen, Little Hei. When you know your opponent is stronger, you run if you can. Never fight a battle you’re not certain to win—unless you’re feeling exceptionally lucky."
"Certain? How certain?"
"One hundred percent."
"Not even ninety?"
"Ninety? You’ve got a death wish? Whether it’s one percent or ninety-nine, in my eyes, it’s always fifty-fifty—either you win or you lose. Got it?"
Little Hei nodded, though only half-comprehending.
"So where to now?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it. "Time for you to shine. Go on—scout ahead!"
A woman in red sat weeping at the bridge’s edge. It was deep into the night, and the streets were empty. After a long while, a tofu peddler passed by, hoping to secure a good spot in the city for his morning sales. As he crossed the stone bridge, he heard the woman’s sobs.
The peddler’s hair stood on end, but he mustered his courage and approached. "Miss? Why are you out here so late?"
The woman covered her face. "Wuwu... my parents sold me."
The peddler sighed. Selling children, especially daughters, was common these days—many families raised girls solely for profit. "Don’t take it too hard. Go home, alright?"
"Please... help me up." She extended a pale, delicate hand.
Hesitant but obliging, the peddler reached out. The moment their hands touched, the woman’s fingers suddenly twisted into claws, lunging for his wrist—only to grasp empty air.
The woman blinked in confusion before looking up. Half her face was rotted away, as if smashed apart, while the remaining half hinted at her former beauty.
She now floated midair, face-to-face with a man in heavy opera makeup.
Below, the peddler shrieked: "Ghost! A ghost!" The moment he’d reached out, the woman had vanished. This had to be the vengeful spirit rumored to haunt these parts, preying on passersby.
Terrified but practical, the peddler didn’t abandon his tofu baskets—his family’s livelihood for days to come. Losing them would be worse than encountering a ghost.
The two spirits hovered, locked in a silent standoff. Finally, the woman in red spoke: "Meddling actor. Aren’t you afraid of karma?"
Fang Zhiyi watched the peddler disappear into the distance before replying, "Did he wrong you?"
The ghost shook her head. "No."
"Oh? Then why try to kill him?"
She sneered. "Do ghosts need a reason? The resentment clinging to you outweighs mine tenfold. Who are you to play the righteous one?"
Fang Zhiyi didn’t deny it. Instead, he feigned a sigh—despite having no breath to exhale.
"Can’t reason with you, can’t talk sense into you. What a pain."
Before the ghost could react, Fang Zhiyi’s fist, wreathed in bone-chilling malice, slammed into her face. The blow carried such concentrated hatred that she screamed—a sensation she hadn’t felt since becoming a ghost.
She couldn’t fathom why a fellow spirit would attack her, nor had she known ghosts could physically harm each other.
But she was no match for this operatic specter.
Between strikes, Fang Zhiyi even found time to tell Little Hei a joke: "This was just an experiment, but it reminds me of something funny."
Little Hei tilted its head. "What?"
"I became a ghost, so I started haunting people. I killed so many... they all became ghosts too. Then they beat me up. Hurt like hell."
Little Hei earnestly corrected him: "But Host, the people you killed didn’t become ghosts. From what I’ve observed, lingering in the mortal realm requires unresolved grievances, deep resentment, or—"
"You’re no fun," Fang Zhiyi cut it off.
By now, the female ghost was covering her head and begging: "Mercy, sir! I yield!" Though she couldn’t be injured or killed, Fang Zhiyi’s blows were agonizing.
He stopped. "Now, let’s hear your story."
The ghost reverted to her human appearance, trembling as she bowed. "My name is Xiulian."
Xiulian’s life had been tragic. Her father was an opium addict, her mother weak-willed. When Butcher Zheng came with a marriage proposal, her father didn’t hesitate—he sold her for ten silver dollars.
But Xiulian didn’t want to marry Butcher Zheng. She’d secretly loved the village peddler, who sweet-talked her into bed with promises of raising money for a proper proposal. Yet on her wedding day, he never came.
Butcher Zheng discovered she wasn’t a virgin. Enraged, he beat her on their wedding night, then stormed to her family to demand his money back.
Her opium-ravaged father came to beat her too, while her mother stood by and watched.
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?!
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.
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."
