Fang Zhiyi held the baby girl and drifted away into the distance.
Ma Xiuyun chased after him, shouting, "Put the child down! You can't kill her!"
A faint reply floated back, "Kill her? Have you forgotten why you're still alive?"
The next day, in another town, a newly built Thirteen Grand Guardians Temple stood with an infant left at its entrance. Beside the child was a rough wooden plaque inscribed with the words: "Blessings from the Thirteen Grand Guardians."
Early worshippers who arrived were astonished at the sight.
"Is this a baby sent by the Thirteen Grand Guardians?"
"Who is it for?"
"No idea."
Suddenly, a middle-aged couple rushed out from the crowd. The woman trembled as she picked up the child, while the bearded man hurried inside, kowtowing before even entering the main hall.
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you for your blessings!"
Meanwhile, Xiulian crouched beside her clay statue, silently observing the scene before glancing at the sleeping infant.
"What? Can't bear to part with her?" Old Ghost asked from the side.
Xiulian shook her head. "Ghosts and humans walk different paths. Staying with us too long would harm the child."
"The dream-sending method the boss taught Bai Jingtian works wonders," Old Ghost remarked, sniffing the scent of incense. "Do you think we really can become immortals?"
Xiulian ignored him, her gaze fixed on the couple now tending to the baby.
The pair had been carefully chosen by Fang Zhiyi—well-off, childless, free of gender bias, and kind-hearted. Before sending them the dream, Fang Zhiyi had resolved a crisis for them.
Imagine the terror of bandits breaking into a home only to find it filled with vengeful spirits.
Fang Zhiyi made sure the event was dramatic. He not only scared the bandits half to death but also drew a crowd before leading the ghosts away in plain sight.
Within hundreds of miles, the name of the Thirteen Grand Guardians had spread. Some called them ghosts, others immortals, but none could deny that they never harmed humans—only helped them.
When a child in Dongtou Village lost their soul, wandering mystics proved useless. Someone suggested praying to the Thirteen Grand Guardians, and sure enough, that night, a terrifying ghost barged in, stuffed something into the soulless child, and the child recovered.
Most believed the Thirteen Grand Guardians were omnipotent, but the reality was different.
To accumulate faith and merit, each temple had vengeful spirits stationed to relay requests back to their ruined temple, where Fang Zhiyi would dispatch ghosts to handle them. This system strained their limited numbers, prompting a new recruitment drive.
Bai Jingtian and Xiulian interviewed captured spirits—now venturing farther to recruit newly formed ghosts. But this encroached on others' interests, like He Wei's sect, the Five Talismans Dao.
Originally, the Thirteen Grand Guardians' territory had priests and monks, but their business dwindled as the ghostly guardians rose in prominence. Free and effective, the Thirteen Grand Guardians drove them out—though not without resistance. The opera-singer ghost proved too fearsome, yet never lethal, so the clergy eventually withdrew.
While righteous, the Five Talismans Dao tolerated the Thirteen Grand Guardians—until they trespassed into their domain. Now, they could no longer ignore it.
Qinghe Town became unbearable for Ma Xiuyun and He Wei. Rumors spread like wildfire, villagers embellishing tales with their own twists. The two faced scorn wherever they went, never suspecting Fang Zhiyi had ordered his ghosts to spread gossip. Who’d expect spirits to meddle in human affairs instead of haunting them? Even neighboring villages knew of Ma Xiuyun's alleged betrayal, with devotees spitting at her.
Watching the Thirteen Grand Guardians' temples thrive, He Wei's calm demeanor twisted into envy. He sought his master, accusing the ghosts of bewitching minds and draining life force.
The Five Talismans Dao cared little for the claims, but it made a convenient pretext. They rallied allies, preparing to exterminate the thirteen ghosts.
As war loomed, Fang Zhiyi stayed busy.
When Xiulian led new recruits to Butcher Zheng's house for training, Fang Zhiyi stopped her.
Turning back, Xiulian’s once-pale, ghastly skin now bore a faint flush from faith and offerings, her hollowed face regaining flesh.
"Return by midnight," Fang Zhiyi ordered sternly. She nodded.
Alone, Fang Zhiyi ventured deep into the mountains. As a ghost, he searched until finding the perfect spot.
"Host, something feels off here," Little Hei muttered, glancing around.
"Mm. The yin energy is unusually strong," Fang Zhiyi replied, eyes closed. To ghosts, this place was like a spiritual paradise for cultivators.
"Are you here to train?" Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned. "Little Hei, I need a favor."
Unnerved by his seriousness, Little Hei fidgeted. "Host, go ahead."
Fang Zhiyi leaned in, whispering as if fearing eavesdroppers.
Little Hei’s newly formed features twisted in confusion. "Huh? What? Me?"
"I get the gist, but... how?" it stammered.
Fang Zhiyi grabbed it—ghosts could touch each other—and pressed its hands to the ground. "Just focus on what I told you."
Though baffled, Little Hei trusted its host. Eyes shut, hands sinking into the earth, it envisioned the cycle Fang Zhiyi described—life, death, rebirth. The world’s natural order.
"Host! I feel something!" Little Hei exclaimed.
Fang Zhiyi tensed. "What?"
"I can't explain it clearly, but I saw so many things." Little Hei fell silent after speaking, remaining quiet for a long time, as if frozen.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.
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.
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."
