"I don't know about that either." Yuan Qing lowered his head. He hadn't originally thought about these things. "But Junior Brother, those elders are all with Master right now. You still need to be careful."
"They are afraid of Perfected Jingyun, but they really aren't afraid of me, huh." Fang Zhiyi patted his shoulder.
Yuan Qing looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief. "Junior Brother, you..."
"Thanks, Senior Brother. You should go first. I know what to do."
Yuan Qing nodded. He also knew he couldn't be of much help.
Not long after he left, a figure suddenly appeared outside the Law Enforcement Hall. By now, the hall had been arranged according to Fang Zhiyi's preferences: an oil lamp every five steps, two rows of neatly arranged chairs, and at the very top was Fang Zhiyi's seat—a large, spacious chair draped with the pelt of a demonic beast.
Seeing the Sect Master walk in, the disciples seated on both sides stood up in unison.
The Sect Master was somewhat astonished. How long had it been, yet so many disciples had gathered here? With just a slight probe of his senses, he discovered that almost every disciple present had a high cultivation level, and among them, he even spotted quite a few from other peaks.
Instantly, the Sect Master's vigilance skyrocketed.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"All of you, out." Facing these disciples, he had to show some of the demeanor of a Sect Master.
However, the disciples remained standing and instead turned their gazes toward Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them. "Go out for now."
"Yes, sir!"
Only then did the disciples leave. The Sect Master was now green with regret. Why did he let Fang Zhiyi take up this position in the first place? Was it just because of Jingyun Peak? He could have just endured it! At least Perfected Jingyun still gave him some face openly! He truly regretted it! He had to take Fang Zhiyi down!
"Zhiyi, the reason for my visit this time... you must know what it's about. Your actions have violated the sect's rules." The Sect Master looked at Fang Zhiyi. "You are only the acting hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall. I see you are quite tired, so why don't you..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at the Sect Master. "Alright, so I'll leave?"
The Sect Master was slightly dumbfounded. He had thought of every possibility, even that Fang Zhiyi might directly fight him, and had been keeping his guard up for that. And yet, he just said 'alright'?
"Then I'll be going, Master." Fang Zhiyi ignored him, stood up, and left without the slightest hesitation.
The Sect Master's brain short-circuited a bit. What was going on? Why wasn't he following the usual script?
But Fang Zhiyi really left. Looking at the empty Law Enforcement Hall, the Sect Master took a deep breath.
That day, all the elders were overjoyed. It was truly a cause for celebration! Jingyun Peak could no longer jump around, and Fang Zhiyi had been dismissed from his position in the Law Enforcement Hall. Good days were ahead for everyone!
Meanwhile, Elder Kong, who had just recovered, was once again appointed as the master of the Law Enforcement Hall. However, upon returning to the hall, he saw absolutely no one, which left him quite puzzled.
"Where are my Law Enforcement Hall disciples???"
No one answered him. The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were either calling in sick or going into secluded cultivation, effectively turning Elder Kong into a commander without an army.
The peaceful scene within the sect was also quickly shattered. Incidents of brawling and robbery occurred repeatedly. Originally, these troublemakers should have been apprehended by the Law Enforcement Hall, but now Elder Kong was the only one there, and he simply could not handle it all.
Not only that, some core disciples originally responsible for production or cultivation also began to slack off. When asked, they claimed to be feeling unwell or having unstable states of mind. Some elders punished one or two disciples, but this only resulted in an even larger-scale strike.
The originally somewhat harmonious Heaven-Breaking Sect fell into a standstill. The elders and their personal disciples were running around in a panic.
Cultivating immortality? Without resources, what kind of bullshit immortality could they cultivate! Were their personal disciples supposed to go refine pills and forge artifacts themselves?
The entire sect was filled with complaints.
The Sect Master now understood Fang Zhiyi's intentions. Facing the elders who came to him for help, he could only put on a dark face and go find Fang Zhiyi again.
Without the previous regulations, he flew directly to the small peak where Fang Zhiyi resided. As soon as he landed, he acutely sensed several streams of spiritual energy locking onto him.
"Audacious!" the Sect Master shouted loudly.
Those streams of spiritual energy were immediately withdrawn, and several disciples walked out from the shadows, bowing respectfully. "Greetings, Sect Master!"
"You..." The Sect Master was startled with just a glance. On Fang Zhiyi's small peak, dozens of disciples at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage had actually gathered!
He snorted, but monstrous anger surged in his heart. Was Fang Zhiyi trying to rebel?
But he had barely taken two steps when someone blocked his path.
The other party's attitude remained respectful. "Sect Master, please allow us to inform Senior Brother first."
"You! I am the Sect Master!"
"Yes, Sect Master. Please allow us to inform Senior Brother first. This is... Senior Brother's rule." This disciple named Stone felt the oppression in front of him. Although cold sweat was pouring down his face, he did not step back.
Senior Brother Fang had said that as long as he was around, nothing would happen to them, and they must fight for their rightful privileges!
The Sect Master laughed out of extreme anger. "Good, good, good! Call him!"
A short while later, Fang Zhiyi walked out lazily, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet. "Master, why are you here? You should have told me earlier so I could come out to welcome you."
"Hmph, I wouldn't dare trouble you!" The Sect Master snorted. "Fang Zhiyi, what exactly are you trying to do? Do you really think this Heaven-Breaking Sect belongs to you?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and suddenly smiled. "The Heaven-Breaking Sect is not mine; it belongs to all the cultivating disciples."
"What did you say!" The Sect Master's eyes widened. At this moment, he had already decided to teach Fang Zhiyi a lesson. Even if he was at the Body Integration stage, he was only at the early Body Integration stage and couldn't possibly take a single strike from him!
A stream of energy, wrapping up the momentum of wind and thunder, lunged toward Fang Zhiyi, even transforming into the shape of a lightning dragon.
The other disciples widened their eyes in horror. The Sect Master had actually used a killing move against his own disciple!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fang Zhiyi simply reached out his hand slowly and suddenly grabbed the lightning dragon by the neck. Looking at the constantly struggling lightning dragon, he applied a little force, and the lightning dragon vanished into thin air.
"You people just love doing these flashy things. What's the point?"
The Sect Master didn't speak.
Fang Zhiyi lifted his foot and took a step forward. It was just a slow step, but the Sect Master immediately sensed something was wrong. A majestic aura pressed down on him, as if a giant invisible hand was holding his body down.
Another step.
The sense of oppression grew even stronger. Even if the Sect Master wanted to circulate his energy, he couldn't move an inch. Fine sweat seeped from his forehead.
This aura also made everyone in the sect look in this direction in unison.
A group of anxiously waiting elders looked over in disbelief.
"That is... the Tribulation Transcendence stage!"
"Could it be that the Sect Master has broken through?"
"Hahaha, the Sect Master has broken through! Let alone Fang Zhiyi, even Perfected Jingyun is no longer his match!" someone rejoiced.
In just a moment, this terrifying aura gradually dissipated.
The Sect Master's clothes were already soaked with sweat. His expression was sluggish. "You, you have actually reached the Tribulation Transcendence stage... How... how could you..." His hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
"Sect Master, if you go back now, you can still continue to be the Sect Master... Otherwise, I will have to invite you, Sect Master... to ascend ahead of schedule."
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
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.
