"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."
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
