"Fang Zhiyi! And you still claim you aren't a demonic cultivator! How do you explain a mere Out-of-Body stage cultivator like yourself blocking the attacks of three other Out-of-Body experts!" the Sect Master demanded.
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, I can't explain it."
"So you admit it, don't you?" Perfected Jingyun had already put his guard up. This Fang Zhiyi usually kept a low profile and was incredibly wooden, yet now he actually couldn't see through his cultivation level.
"Is there any need to admit it?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. With just a stomp of his foot, the three swords still suspended in the air shattered into pieces. While the others were still dazed, Fang Zhiyi's figure vanished from his spot, appearing right in front of him the very next moment.
"Watch out!" Perfected Jingyun immediately grew anxious.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Three resounding slaps landed consecutively on the faces of his three disciples, each strike carrying abundant true qi.
All three of them were sent flying.
"Trying to hack me with your swords, you must be crazy." Fang Zhiyi shook his hand and turned to look at Perfected Jingyun to the side. "Old geezer, do you want a couple of slaps too?"
Cultivating immortality? I started way earlier than any of you!
Perfected Jingyun was both shocked and furious. "Insubordination and assaulting your fellow disciples, your crimes are unforgivable!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly paused. A person slowly emerged from behind him, except his face was being gripped by Fang Zhiyi's hand. "Elder Kong of the Law Enforcement Hall, you don't like to talk, but you love sneak attacks, huh?"
Elder Kong, who was usually expressionless, had now sensed a massive threat, and a look of terror appeared on his face.
"Dead men can't become immortals, you know." Fang Zhiyi flashed a toothy grin.
But right at that moment, Perfected Jingyun made his move. With just a wave of his hand, a flying sword rapidly approached, multiplying into two, then four, right before Fang Zhiyi's eyes...
Startled, Fang Zhiyi instinctively raised the Law Enforcement Hall elder in his hand to shield himself.
"Ahhhhh!" Elder Kong screamed miserably.
The Sect Master watched with a twitching face.
"Shameless brat!" Perfected Jingyun cursed. "To actually use another person's body as a shield!"
"Who's the shameless one here? You're the one who sneak-attacked me, damn it!" Fang Zhiyi casually tossed aside the now-unconscious Elder Kong and darted straight toward Perfected Jingyun.
His current strength hadn't fully recovered. Even with his foundation, it would take time. He might not win a magical duel against this old monster, so there was only one way: force him into hand-to-hand combat!
Perfected Jingyun didn't expect Fang Zhiyi to be so bold as to charge straight at him. He coldly snorted, put away his flying swords, and formed hand seals. A faint blue light shimmered around his body, actually intending to resist the physical blow head-on.
Fang Zhiyi rushed up close and viciously threw a punch at Perfected Jingyun's chest. Perfected Jingyun dodged sideways while simultaneously swinging a palm strike toward Fang Zhiyi's shoulder. Fang Zhiyi nimbly evaded it, grabbed Perfected Jingyun's arm in the process, and pulled forcefully, trying to yank him to the ground.
He hadn't expected that despite Perfected Jingyun looking old, his reflexes were extremely fast. Stabilizing his posture, the elder formed a claw with his other hand and swiped at Fang Zhiyi's throat. Fang Zhiyi tilted his head, dodging the lethal strike, and immediately drove his knee hard into Perfected Jingyun's lower abdomen.
Perfected Jingyun truly hadn't expected that a high-level cultivator like Fang Zhiyi would not only resort to brawling but also fight so shamelessly. Failing to block the blow, he let out a muffled groan, his face flushing bright red.
Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, the Sect Master shouted, "Enough! Stop this at once!"
Fang Zhiyi stopped and retreated several steps, watching Perfected Jingyun warily. Perfected Jingyun wanted to rub his sore spot but, for the sake of his dignity, could only grit his teeth and endure it.
The Sect Master stepped forward, his face dark. "There must be some hidden circumstances behind today's events..." He was the Sect Master after all, not a fool. By now, he had figured it out. The strength Fang Zhiyi displayed today had already reached the Body Integration stage, even allowing him to subdue Elder Kong of the Law Enforcement Hall barehanded. Whether he was right or wrong, the sect couldn't possibly abandon such a promising talent over a lowly Spiritual Solitude stage disciple. In the cultivation world, if you didn't value strength, what else was there?
"Hidden circumstances? What hidden circumstances?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Perfected Jingyun clenched his teeth tightly. The pain of having a cultivator strike his vulnerable area made him afraid to open his mouth, lest he cry out and embarrass himself.
The Sect Master paused. "Well, that is..." He suddenly looked toward the unconscious Miao Yunxi nearby. "Junior Brother! Your young disciple has been spreading rumors and causing trouble. She has learned her lesson today. Take her back and discipline her well!"
Perfected Jingyun's face was full of indignation, but he couldn't speak. His mind was consumed by the long-forgotten sensation of pain. With a flushed red face, he simply clamped his legs together, turned, and walked away. His three disciples glanced at Fang Zhiyi; though resentful, they were terrified by those slaps, so they could only carry their unconscious junior sister and follow closely behind.
"Leaving just like that? Old geezer! What about you injuring Elder Kong?"
Perfected Jingyun's figure stiffened for a moment, and then he sped up his departure.
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at the Sect Master. The Sect Master looked at him somewhat hesitantly. "Zhiyi, tell your master now, have you been practicing demonic arts?"
"Does it matter?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly asked. "Whether it's demonic arts or orthodox cultivation, isn't it all for..." He pointed at the sky. "Hmm?"
The Sect Master looked him up and down, then shook his head. "I blame myself for not paying enough attention to you normally. I didn't expect you to have grown to this level. Are you at the Body Integration stage now?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Out-of-Body stage."
"Hmm?" The Sect Master was a bit puzzled. "Could you allow your master to probe your cultivation?"
Little Hei laughed. "This is what strength gets you. You beat up the Jingyun Peak lineage right to his face, and now he even has to ask for your permission to check your cultivation."
Fang Zhiyi was quite generous. "Go ahead!"
The Sect Master was also bewildered. After a thorough probe, Fang Zhiyi really was at the Out-of-Body stage, and only the early Out-of-Body stage at that. "Today, you..."
"Ah, you wouldn't understand. I have things to do, so I'll be leaving first. Contact me if you need anything!" He waved his hand, turned around, and walked off, not even pausing when he passed by Elder Kong.
"Just what are you hiding..." The Sect Master looked at Fang Zhiyi's retreating back in confusion. His gaze shifted downward, and only then did he notice Elder Kong. "Oh my, this is bad, I forgot about Old Kong! Someone come here!"
"Out-of-Body stage? My realm isn't increasing anymore?" Fang Zhiyi was a bit puzzled.
Little Hei said, "After all, this cultivation world is different from the one you were in before..."
"And here I thought all cultivation was universal..." Fang Zhiyi said, shifting his body slightly to the side.
Lan Chengyue, who had been about to crash straight into him, lunged at thin air and almost fell to the ground. "Ah!"
"So many transmigrators... and they actually coexist peacefully, just focusing on exploiting the original host?" Fang Zhiyi didn't stop walking.
Little Hei laughed. "Because in the earliest plotline, the original host eventually took the position of Sect Master... It's understandable that they're targeting him."
Watching the man walk away, Lan Chengyue's face twisted in anger. "System, is there something wrong with this guy's head?"
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?"
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.”
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."
