Everyone witnessed an absurd, one-sided beating.
In a vacuum space occupied only by those two, a mighty expert of the Tribulation Passage realm was grabbed by the collar and brutally pummeled by a junior in the Soul Severing realm. There were no magic spells, no flashy moves. Fang Zhiyi simply threw punch after punch right into the face of the Black Fire Sect's Sect Master.
He literally beat the old man until his defenses completely crumbled.
"I was wrong! I was wrong!" the old man screamed, his voice tearing from his lungs.
"Did you hear what he just yelled?" Fang Zhiyi grabbed his robes again and forcibly dragged him up from the ground.
"I heard it, he did it!" Talented disciples were a dime a dozen; if one was gone, he could just find another. If he let this madman keep beating him, even if he didn't die, he would lose every last shred of his dignity!
After all, he was a mighty expert of the Tribulation Passage realm. The moment they exchanged blows, he realized that the Soul Severing junior before him had hidden at least two—no, three major realms of cultivation!
Although he didn't understand it, he submitted.
Fang Zhiyi became famous once again. Every sect now knew that the man behind the Disciplinary Hall had made his appearance. Not only did he kill a disciple who tried to stir up trouble with the Disciplinary Hall, but he also beat up a Sect Master in the Tribulation Passage realm!
For a time, the Disciplinary Hall's reputation soared once more.
"That kid ran away," Little Hei sighed. "I told you we should have dealt with him first. Now look, we've alerted the snake by beating the grass."
It was talking about Wang Xiaojia. Wang Xiaojia was very cunning. He had always felt that Fang Zhiyi was abnormal, so he constantly kept himself hidden. As soon as the news of Fang Zhiyi making a move spread, Wang Xiaojia quickly analyzed the situation. Because he was also a transmigrator, figuring out the identity of the dead cultivator was not a difficult task for him.
Once he figured it out, Wang Xiaojia slipped away.
He had no confidence in dealing with Fang Zhiyi.
However, he didn't expect the Disciplinary Hall to subsequently announce a piece of news to the entire cultivation world, causing a massive uproar.
The cultivation world had been invaded by Otherworldly Demons. The characteristics of these Otherworldly Demons were suddenly going from having terrible aptitude to phenomenal aptitude, experiencing an inexplicable surge in cultivation, possessing high-quality spiritual treasures despite low cultivation, frequently muttering to themselves for no reason, and sometimes even undergoing drastic personality changes, harboring a fondness for slapping the faces of fellow disciples they previously had poor relationships with.
Even the dead disciple from the Black Fire Sect was confirmed to be an Otherworldly Demon.
Most importantly, these foreign fiends would forcibly possess the bodies of original cultivators, using methods even more terrifying than demonic cultivators to gain power, and even steal the karmic luck of the Heavenly Dao!
Stone was a bit bewildered. Uh... putting it that way, Senior Brother Fang also fit the image of an Otherworldly Demon quite well.
But then he slapped himself. How could that be! How could Senior Brother Fang be that kind of person!
Little Hei despised Fang Zhiyi's shameless behavior, but Fang Zhiyi didn't care at all. He never said he wasn't one; if people thought he was, they could just come and try to kill him!
Naturally, no one came to question him, but the information about the Otherworldly Demons spread like wildfire. Soon, many people began to suspect each other.
A wave of investigations into Otherworldly Demons swept through the cultivation world. When an originally obedient disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect suddenly went berserk, injured an elder, and absconded, it further proved that the news Fang Zhiyi released was true.
To Fang Zhiyi's surprise, this world actually hid quite a few transmigrators, and their systems were incredibly varied. Facing requests for help from other sects, he refused none. In just two years, five transmigrators fell into his hands one after another: some outer sect junior sister, a mighty female lead colluding with demonic cultivators, a morally upright junior brother, and so on...
Fang Zhiyi felt a headache coming on. This world was truly riddled with transmigrators.
"Hey, you don't have to run around anymore," Little Hei suddenly laughed just as Fang Zhiyi returned to his territory and sat down to rest.
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes and looked outside the door. Four figures slowly walked in, while his subordinates had already died silently outside.
"Fang Zhiyi, you didn't expect this, did you? That we would join forces," Zhang Xiaojia smiled sinisterly. "You... are also a transmigrator, right?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at him expressionlessly.
"No, he isn't. He doesn't even have a system. Even if he is, he's a pathetic transmigrator. To think there are still people who transmigrate without a system these days, hahaha," a man mocked.
"What exactly are you guys after?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly sighed.
The transmigrators looked at each other and let out a burst of sneers.
"Since we've transmigrated, of course we want to do whatever we please. The things you people need to slowly cultivate to obtain, we just get directly from our systems by completing tasks. Consider it a little shock for you people, a shock from technology."
"We've discussed it. After we kill you, the four of us will divide the cultivation world equally. From now on, we will be the Four Heavenly Kings of the cultivation world!"
"...Technology?" Fang Zhiyi stood up.
"Cut the crap! Watch this!" One person attacked directly, unleashing a killing move right off the bat. A massive sword aura tore through the floor tiles all the way, slashing straight toward Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi didn't dodge. He merely raised his hand and waved it gently, abruptly stopping the earth-shattering sword aura right in front of him.
"Originally, I had no grievances with you, but... those people were acting under my banner, yet they died by your hands. That is unacceptable," Fang Zhiyi said lightly, though he exuded a thick murderous intent.
"Cultivation is all about strength! They were all of mediocre aptitude; if they die, they die!"
"What a claim of mediocre aptitude... Weren't you also ordinary people before you came here? You call others mediocre, but they climbed up from the mortal realm step by step relying on their own mediocre aptitude. Your strength, however, was just handed to you."
Fang Zhiyi walked slowly forward amidst their fierce attacks. With every step he took, the faces of the transmigrators darkened a fraction more.
"System! Didn't you say I was practically invincible now?"
"Could he be in the Mahayana realm? No, even if he is in the Mahayana realm, I have a one-hit kill! System!"
"System?"
"What makes you think that my cultivation, painstakingly achieved over several lifetimes, would lose to a bunch of quick-fix products like you who rose to power relying on some system? Why is it that you don't have to put in any effort, while I have to suffer time and time again?" Fang Zhiyi slowly raised his hand, then pressed it down fiercely. "Just thinking about it pisses me off."
The transmigrators immediately felt a tremendous pressure descending from the sky. The roof, previously torn apart by their attacks, instantly shattered completely, and they all fell to their knees.
"How is this possible! System! Where is my Ancient Sacred Body!" one of them spat blood from his nose and mouth.
Little Hei was a bit dissatisfied, feeling as if Fang Zhiyi was implicitly jabbing at it just now.
Meanwhile, only Zhang Xiaojia remained silent. His system had hidden itself inside his brain, its fear currently beyond words.
"No, no, Host, there is a Devourer behind that man!" The image it saw was much more direct than what the transmigrator could see. Behind Fang Zhiyi towered a massive black monster. Every time the monster's tentacles shot out, a system was devoured. If it hadn't hidden fast enough, it probably would have been finished too!
] 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.
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
