"Thirteen Guardians?" The name echoed in Fubao's mind. Do ghosts even have titles?
Fang Zhiyi listened to Huang Youcai's screams in the distance and slowly floated up. "Huang Youcai! In life, you did no good deeds, neglected your filial duties, and were lazy and gluttonous. Now, as a vengeful ghost, you dare to kill the innocent? Thirteen Guardians, heed my command!"
The ghosts were confused. What was this "Thirteen Guardians"? They didn’t realize Fang Zhiyi had made it up on the spot.
Bai Jingtian was the quickest to react. "At your service!"
"For evil spirits—only extermination, no redemption!"
"Yes!" But after answering, Bai Jingtian felt awkward. Beating ghosts was one thing, but killing them? How?
Fang Zhiyi, however, had already anticipated this. During his recent encounters with vengeful spirits, he had discovered a way to completely erase them.
"Hold him down!"
The ghosts scrambled to pin Huang Youcai’s spirit in place, and even the headless ghost hurriedly retrieved its own head.
A flowing sleeve lashed out, and Huang Youcai let out a blood-curdling scream, writhing in unbearable agony before gradually dissipating into nothingness.
The other ghosts stood dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected this opera performer to actually be capable of killing ghosts. Several of them instinctively touched their necks, relieved he had only beaten them up before.
"Let’s go home." Fang Zhiyi waved at Fubao and drifted away with his entourage of ghosts.
After a moment of stunned silence, Fubao, who had just faced death, suddenly dropped to his knees. "This humble one thanks the immortal for saving my life!"
"Boss, he called us immortals?" One ghost blinked, looking down at its own bloodstained body.
"In these times, anyone who helps them is an immortal."
Meanwhile, Little Hei returned with the news Fang Zhiyi had been waiting for.
"What? No underworld? What kind of setting is this?"
Little Hei shrugged. "That’s why there are so many ghost hunters and fortune-tellers. When people die, their souls go straight into reincarnation—that’s how this world works. There’s no underworld or judgment like you mentioned. Those who refuse to move on? Well, that’s you lot."
To its surprise, Fang Zhiyi’s face lit up with excitement.
"Good, very good!"
A grand plan was already forming in his mind. Whether it would work in practice remained to be seen.
Two or three days later, Ma Xiuyun and He Weicai arrived, only to find their services unnecessary—the starving ghost had already been vanquished by the Thirteen Guardians.
"Thirteen Guardians? What nonsense is that?" Ma Xiuyun scoffed.
A nearby villager shoved her. "Show some respect! They’re immortals! They saved my life!"
Ma Xiuyun flushed with anger, but under the townspeople’s hostile glares, she and He Wei had no choice but to slink away.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" Fang Zhiyi clapped in satisfaction before summoning the drowned ghost. "Now, he’s Butcher Zheng—the man who abused you! The one who beat you and starved you!"
Xiulian’s face twisted into something horrifying, her claws outstretched.
"Hold that expression!" Fang Zhiyi stepped back. "He even chopped your corpse into pieces!"
Xiulian erupted. Thick miasma of resentment filled the ruined temple as she lunged at the drowned ghost, punching and kicking wildly.
"Useless." Fang Zhiyi threw up his hands. "Stop!"
Xiulian halted, looking at him with wounded eyes.
"You’re a ghost! A ghost! What are you doing, brawling like a human? Where’s the murderous rage you had when you were about to kill that passerby?"
Xiulian shrank back. "After following you these days, I... kinda forgot..."
"Then remember!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to the others. "What are you all staring at? Think you’ve mastered this already?"
The spectators immediately scattered, each contorting into their most terrifying forms, trying to make their peers shriek in fright.
"Bai Jingtian!"
"Here!"
"What the hell is this?" Fang Zhiyi yanked down the white silk hanging from the rafters in disgust.
Bai Jingtian scratched his head. "You said we needed atmosphere..."
"Atmosphere my ass!" Fang Zhiyi tossed the silk aside, and a long-haired woman with a lolling tongue scrambled to retrieve it, draping it around her neck.
"To scare someone, timing is everything. Then comes your entrance—either sudden or deceptive. Lull them into a false sense of security before you strike. Got it?"
Bai Jingtian nodded.
"Go practice with... uh... Huang Shuren! Yes, him. Don’t come back until he admits you scared him."
Bai Jingtian eyed Huang Shuren’s pitch-black face uneasily. "Boss, he’s way scarier than me."
"Quit whining!" Fang Zhiyi kicked him.
A woman on all fours scuttled past upside-down at breakneck speed. Fang Zhiyi sidestepped, and she shot straight out the door.
"Yu Zhaodi! How many times have I told you? Look where you’re going when you run like that!"
"Does this pose even scare people?" Xiulian whispered.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. He was confident—no ghost had mastered this move yet, but one would in the future. It wasn’t plagiarism, right?
"Wei Xiaohua, smile while you comb your hair—no, wait, crying works too. But can you at least cry properly? Not like some bullied wife! Channel your grief! Think about your brother, the one who got you killed! He’s still living the high life!"
Hands on his hips, Fang Zhiyi surveyed the motley crew and sighed.
"Seven days. You have seven days! Then we test this in the field!"
Word spread among the villagers—the abandoned temple on the mountainside was haunted. Woodcutters passing by reported unearthly shrieks, bone-chilling laughter, and the occasional enraged howl.
Butcher Zheng was planning another marriage. Money was no issue, and Xiulian had been pretty, if dull. Touching his blinded eye, he scowled.
Letting her die so easily had been too merciful.
The old hag next door warned him Xiulian might return as a vengeful ghost. Ridiculous! A butcher afraid of ghosts?
He took a swig of liquor, mentally listing families desperate enough to sell their daughters, when the locked gate swung open.
Butcher Zheng frowned. He’d definitely latched it.
Shaking his head, he went to shut it again. But the moment the bolt clicked into place, the gate burst open violently, slamming against the wall.
"Who the hell’s messing with me?" He grabbed his cleaver and stormed outside.
No one was there.
Cursing, he secured the gate once more—only to spin around and freeze.
A woman in red sat in his chair, her tiny feet dangling midair, swinging gently.
Butcher Zheng’s heart pounded. Fear was natural—who wouldn’t be afraid of a ghost? But his bravado held. "So, Xiulian, you’ve come back, have you?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
