After all, she also disliked Gu Heng's arrogant personality and Lin Wanxing's bleeding-heart syndrome.
Therefore, regarding the things Lin Wanxing wanted to do, he could only use the rules to block her. Over time, under Gu Heng's instigation, Lin Wanxing came to believe that Fang Zhiyi was deliberately making things difficult for her. Thus, she felt Fang Zhiyi was cold-blooded and ruthless, and those who received her favors also thought Fang Zhiyi was a selfish guy who only cared about stealing credit.
Meanwhile, the squad's personnel continuously suffered casualties. Today, one died because of Lin Wanxing's unauthorized actions; tomorrow, two more would die because she pitied an aberration and stopped the team from dealing the killing blow.
When facing that high-level aberration, Fang Zhiyi was originally leading the team. Unlike Gu Heng, he had made careful deployments, but the lack of cooperation from some people led to the deaths of Li Fei and a few others. For the first time, Fang Zhiyi lost his temper. He harshly reprimanded Gu Heng for forming cliques and Lin Wanxing for being generous at the expense of others, playing the saint while demanding sacrifices from everyone else.
These words completely offended the two of them, and the entire squad fell apart. Shortly after that, Lin Wanxing picked up the male lead, a young man who refused to accept any goodwill. Because the male lead was brooding over the deaths of his fellow villagers, he actually sneaked around and dismantled the city's warning system, wanting to leave. However, he encountered a powerful aberration on the way. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran straight for the breach, and the aberration followed him, slaughtering its way into the city.
That day, countless residents in the city lost their lives. Yet, in the face of accusations, Lin Wanxing still protected him.
"He didn't do it on purpose! He's just a child!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at everything he had worked so hard to protect turn into the ruins before him, and he could no longer suppress the signs of his infection. Gu Heng also found a way out: pushing all the blame onto Fang Zhiyi.
He claimed that Fang Zhiyi had been infected long ago and that this incident was entirely his fault.
That very day, Fang Zhiyi became a traitor to humanity, a running dog for the aberrations. The former hero was tied up by them. Looking at the angry mob, at Gu Heng holding Lin Wanxing not far away, and at the young man with a defiant face, Fang Zhiyi's heart was filled with bitterness. However, he soon knew nothing at all.
Because of his mental breakdown, the aberration completely took over his body.
In a daze, he saw his subordinates; they were all waiting for him.
"Ugh... hiss..." Fang Zhiyi was momentarily speechless. "Did I kill that troublemaker?"
Little Hei replied, "You are truly brave. That kid only decided to learn from Gu Heng after you died, and then he gradually grew step by step. It was quite melodramatic later on; Gu Heng gradually turned evil, and the final battle was between that protagonist and Gu Heng. I just took a nap, and you actually killed the protagonist?"
It paused, "Damn, you even drove those two things away?"
"I had no choice. They were too annoying to look at."
Silence.
"Will the Heavenly Dao continue to strike me with lightning?"
"Probably not..."
"What do you mean, probably?"
"Dig the pit a bit deeper. What if the boss comes back to life again?" Li Fei's voice drifted over.
"Li Fei, you just want the captain dead so you can be the captain."
"No, I don't! It's just that he... he... he sat up again." Li Fei's face was deathly pale.
"Last time was an accident. This time he's definitely dead. Being struck by that kind of lightning, even an aberration would be wiped out," Zhou Hao muttered. "What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?"
He turned his head.
"Ghost!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at them, somewhat unsure of how to explain it himself. This world was too thrilling; he had died twice right off the bat.
Fortunately, he was different from the original owner. Not only was his spirit more resilient, but he had also actively absorbed the filthy aura of the aberrations. After all, he had cultivated immortality, been an aberration, been a demon king, and even been a ghost... protecting his heart meridians was basically an automatic reflex.
Looking at his few trusted subordinates gathering around, Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth, and a puff of black smoke came out.
"Well..." Fang Zhiyi suddenly tilted to the side and collapsed again.
When he woke up again, he was finally in a bed.
Looking at Li Fei, who was slumped by the bed snoring loudly, Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and slapped him.
Li Fei looked up in a daze. Fang Zhiyi enunciated every word clearly: "You brat, if you ever try to burn me again, I will rip your head off."
It was still that hillside, that graveyard, that red coffin.
A female corpse wrapped in a blood-stained white cloth lay quietly in the coffin. Sensing someone approaching, it suddenly opened its eyes, and a twisted smile gradually crept onto its face.
Suddenly, a woman's sobbing echoed.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Coffin Lady."
"What is a Coffin Lady?" Li Fei was a bit confused. It should be known that they only classified aberrations by level and number. Hearing this title suddenly, they all found it somewhat novel.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the coffin exuding a heavy stench of blood. "Did these guys dig through to another aberration world...?"
He glanced at his few trusted subordinates. He had already sent the others away to do chores. When he led a team, he didn't need that many people.
"Coffin Lady is just a title, like a number. In... another place, some women are made into a Coffin Lady." He slightly curled his fingers, tucking his pinky against the first joint of his ring finger, and then slightly bending his ring finger to rest on his middle finger. However, it was still useless. It seemed what Little Hei said was true; this world did not have those laws of heaven and earth. "Women who die in childbirth are wrapped in white cloth smeared with crow's blood. Their corpses are hung upside down for seven days until black water seeps out. The person in charge of the ritual then takes glutinous rice soaked in menstrual blood to seal the nine orifices of the corpse, and finally nails her into a locust wood coffin."
Shen Yue frowned deeply. "What a ruthless method, but for what purpose?"
Li Fei also carefully circled around at this time. "Exactly, why hold a grudge against a corpse?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them. "Legend has it that after doing this, the woman will continue to provide for her husband's family even after death, ensuring the safety of their descendants for three generations."
"Ugh... how ignorant!" Li Fei concluded.
"Then how do we deal with her?" Zhou Hao asked. "Last time, it was this aberration that caused the deaths of quite a few of our people."
"The best way is to... retreat. Just ignore this coffin," Fang Zhiyi said, turning around to leave. This kind of aberration wasn't too harmful.
"Save me..." A woman's voice faintly drifted over, and everyone looked toward the coffin.
"If Lin Wanxing were here, she would definitely demand that we save her, right?" Li Fei suddenly said.
Shen Yue moved a bit further away from him in disgust. "Are you infected by her?"
Li Fei spat. "No way!"
Shen Yue looked at him with scrutiny and a trace of disdain. "She's already gone back, yet you're still obsessing over her."

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.”

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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."

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."