"What do you want?" Li Qi was already suppressing his anger. The more he thought about being slapped by Fang Zhiyi on the way here, the angrier he became. Now, looking at the Alchemy Peak disciple in front of him, he seemed to have found a punching bag. "Would I come to your wretched place if I didn't need something? Huh?"
The Heaven Incinerating Incantation he cultivated made the surrounding air quite scorching, causing some nearby spirit herbs to wither one after another.
The other two did not stop him.
"Senior Brother, just tell me what you need, please do not..." Xue Ling's heart ached for those spirit herbs, and she was at a loss for what to do for a moment.
"That is enough, Junior Brother," Cang Lanye spoke up.
Li Qi snorted.
"Our Junior Sister... was accidentally injured and needs some pills. Bring out all your best pills." Cang Lanye spoke very calmly, but Xue Ling had a bitter expression. "Last time you said you needed pills, we gave you all our inventory, and you turned around and sold them at the foot of the mountain. Spirit herbs grow slowly, and now we haven't replenished our new pills..."
Cang Lanye frowned. "What a joke. Your massive Alchemy Peak cannot even grow a few spirit herbs properly? Let me tell you, we came to get medicine on our Master's orders."
"Why waste your breath on her!" Li Qi became impatient again. "Junior Sister is still lying in bed!" He barged straight inside.
"Hey?" Xue Ling tried to stop him, but Li Qi casually shoved her, making her fall to the ground.
Cang Lanye said nothing. Their Jingyun Peak was used to acting tyrannically, and Li Qi fought all day long, possessing a fierce reputation.
However, just as Li Qi barged into the nearby storehouse, he suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise.
"What happened?" Cang Lanye and Yun Er were both taken aback. What was going on?
Immediately after, a figure flew out backward, crashing straight toward Cang Lanye. He instantly recognized this as his junior brother and quickly reached out to catch him. After catching his junior brother, he saw him covering his face. Before he could even ask what happened, a person walked out of the room.
"Then it is settled." Fang Zhiyi smiled and reached out a hand to the Peak Master of Alchemy Peak. The Peak Master was stunned for a good while before understanding his intention, and awkwardly reached out to shake hands with him. "Easy to say, easy to say. Martial Nephew is so accomplished at a young age, you truly are the hope of our Heaven Piercing Sect..." He turned his head and saw the three Jingyun Peak disciples not far away. His eyes were somewhat complex, but mostly filled with a sense of vindication.
"Fang Zhiyi! You again!" Yun Er was both shocked and angry. He had already guessed it; his Third Senior Brother had probably been slapped again. What kind of cultivator slaps people in the face at the drop of a hat? This Fang Zhiyi was definitely a demonic cultivator!
"I was just wondering that myself. Why do I bump into you worthless lot everywhere I go?" Fang Zhiyi spoke without any politeness.
"What did you say!" Li Qi, who had recovered, was furious. The surrounding area began to become incredibly scorching.
"The spirit herbs!" Xue Ling and the Alchemy Peak Master exclaimed simultaneously. Centered around Li Qi, the spirit herbs were gradually withering.
Fang Zhiyi, however, held the Peak Master back. "It is fine, it is fine."
Li Qi charged out like a cannonball. Perfected Jingyun had specifically chosen this set of mental cultivation methods for him, which suited his explosive temperament perfectly.
The distance closed in an instant. Although Li Qi had lost his weapon, looking at Fang Zhiyi now, his heart was filled with rage. He had to hit back with this strike! Otherwise, if word got out, his reputation would be ruined!
Just as he raised his fist wrapped in scorching spiritual energy, a hand pressed down on his head, and then.
"Smack!"
With a crisp slap, Li Qi felt an agonizing pain. His mid-air body was instantly smacked into the ground by that slap, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
"Junior Brother!" Cang Lanye closely followed and stepped forward. However, the moment his killing intent surged, another palm stopped steadily right next to his cheek. Cang Lanye instantly broke out in a cold sweat. In a daze, he seemed to see a gigantic hand dharma idol appear behind the calm-faced Fang Zhiyi! The terrifying sense of oppression made his killing intent dissipate in an instant.
"Hmm?" Fang Zhiyi tilted his head.
Cang Lanye squeezed out a smile. "Senior Brother, I, I am here to..." He glanced at Li Qi lying on the ground. "This disappointing junior brother of mine was actually so impolite!"
Fang Zhiyi was visibly somewhat disappointed. He let out a "tsk" and resentfully withdrew his hand.
As he withdrew his slap, Cang Lanye clearly felt the pressure lighten and hurriedly stepped forward to check on his junior brother's condition. Yun Er, who followed behind, was even worse; he would run two steps and smile at Fang Zhiyi, run two steps and smile again. Fang Zhiyi felt a bit awkward watching this.
"You said your Master sent you here, right?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Cang Lanye nodded. He did not know what Fang Zhiyi was going to do.
"Perfect. For the destroyed spirit herbs, the land... and the fine, remind your Master to pay them later."
"???" Cang Lanye had a face full of question marks. "Senior Brother, what fine? And these..."
"Bastard!" Fang Zhiyi swung his hand, and this slap finally landed. Cang Lanye had just picked up his junior brother, and the two of them flew backward together, plowing a trench in the ground. "I will not even mention you coming to our door to rob us, but you ruin things and do not compensate? If you do not pay the fine, will you ever learn your lesson?"
He looked at the only one still standing, Yun Er.
Yun Er's eyes instantly became incredibly clear. "Senior Brother, I understand! I will definitely tell Master!"
Fang Zhiyi finally nodded in satisfaction. "Get lost! Um, Junior Sister Xue, tally up the losses and give them to me later. I will collect this debt for you."
Xue Ling stared blankly at the mess all over the ground, tears almost flowing from her eyes.
"What! He is actually so arrogant? The three of you were beaten by him again?" Perfected Jingyun was extremely furious. He did not expect that within a single day, his Jingyun Peak would be repeatedly humiliated by this Fang Zhiyi! No, he had to handle this personally!
Just as he stood up, he saw a young disciple rushing over.
"Notice to all departments of the Sect: The former Disciplinary Hall Elder Kong's injuries are too severe, and he can no longer hold the position in the Disciplinary Hall. Now, after a vote by the Sect Elders, Fang Zhiyi will temporarily lead the Disciplinary Hall!"
Perfected Jingyun was stunned. A moment later, he angrily lifted the disciple in front of him. "What vote? I didn't even go, how can you call it a vote?"
The disciple was so scared his face turned pale. "Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle, please do not be angry. Because, because they said you injured Elder Kong, and now they are considering how to discipline you."
"What!!" Perfected Jingyun laughed out of extreme anger. "I injured that old man Kong? You..."
"Master, you did hit him, your flying sword..." Yun Er muttered.
Perfected Jingyun abruptly turned his head and shut his mouth.
"Fine, this kid has good tricks. His past honest and simple demeanor was all an act!" Perfected Jingyun snorted coldly. "Since that is the case, I will have to go and have a good talk with them!"
The young disciple was still struggling. Perfected Jingyun threw him to the ground, and the young disciple quickly scrambled up and ran away like a wisp of smoke.
"Master! Settle the score with them! They have all been deceived by that demonic cultivator, Fang Zhiyi!" Li Qi's face was swollen like a pig's head, but he was still unwilling to let it go. He could not beat him, but would it not be fine if his Master made a move?
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
