"Take your pick, consider it a meeting gift from me," Fang Zhiyi said generously.
Lin Han was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth: "Really?"
"Really," Fang Zhiyi nodded.
Lin Han's eyes swept over the many treasures, ultimately landing on a pitch-black blade in the corner. His intuition told him it was a good item.
"It's our first time meeting, I'd feel bad taking too much. I'll just take something cheap..." He was just about to point at the blade when Fang Zhiyi reached out and snatched it away: "This thing won't do, I use this to chop vegetables."
"Chop vegetables..." Lin Han watched Fang Zhiyi hang the blade at his waist, a bit dumbfounded, but he quickly turned back to look at the other items.
"That ring..."
"That's my earring, how did it end up here."
"Big bro, do you even have ears? No, wait, bro, I'm just joking."
"That... shield..."
"Why is my cutting board over here."
Lin Han felt a bit helpless, but Fang Zhiyi was thrilled. He knew the protagonist's ability very well; any piece of junk they casually picked up would turn out to be a top-tier item. He had to make good use of this trait. At the very least, he now knew what was good and what was junk in this treasure vault.
Of course, he still gave Lin Han a few pieces of equipment. Although they weren't as good as the ones he had taken for himself, they were still much better than what Lin Han and his group originally had.
Waving his hand to send off Lin Han and the others, Fang Zhiyi let out a grating laugh.
Once outside, Lin Han and his group started spreading the word that the bug with the Skeleton Sword Saint, Fang Zhiyi, had been fixed.
There were still skeptics who came in, only to become Fang Zhiyi's test subjects.
"This blade is not bad... depletes the health bar in one strike."
"The ring, let me see, it can store items!"
"This shield is good too. Hmm? Can it be used to smash people?"
For a time, crazy rumors spread outside. It seemed Fang Zhiyi hadn't been fixed; he had just gone even crazier! He actually used a shield to bash a player all the way back to the respawn point!
Others saw him wielding a blade in his left hand and a sword in his right, chasing down players to hack at them. The scene was incredibly terrifying.
The teams that had originally come to look for cheap loot quickly retreated. Hearing the news, Lin Han and his friends were overjoyed. This was exactly what they wanted! In the future, they could come here safely, while anyone else who tried would be dead meat! This place would become their new starting point!
Lin Han made up his mind and turned to look for his guild leader. Their guild was called Four Seas Brotherhood. The guild leader was supposedly from the same city as him and was a super-rich second-generation heir.
Lin Han had it all planned out. As long as he told the guild leader this news and the advantage he held, Fang Zhiyi's connection would provide him with many conveniences and elevate his status, at least for the foreseeable future.
After all, in this game, whether it was gold coins or equipment, everything could be exchanged for real-world money.
Fang Zhiyi stood melancholically at the cave entrance. He had tried, and he really couldn't leave. Turning his head, he saw a missing-toothed skeleton staring blankly at him. He slapped its head off: "Look, look, look, what the hell are you looking at."
But with just that slap, Fang Zhiyi's entire body froze.
Little Hei was a bit nervous: "What is it? Were you discovered?"
After a long while, Fang Zhiyi wore a bizarre smile: "Damn it, I saw experience points!"
"You mean?"
Fang Zhiyi's bared two rows of teeth seemed to gleam.
He also discovered something else. At this current stage, whether it was him or the treasure vault in his room, the items inside would respawn.
The equipment Lin Han took had reappeared in the vault, but the equipment Fang Zhiyi had kept on his person had completely vanished and also reappeared in the vault.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi staring blankly at the vault again, Little Hei instantly knew he was brewing up another wicked idea.
Not many teams came to challenge Fang Zhiyi that day, only a scattered three or four groups. After all, word had spread that the boss here had gone crazy and used brutal methods. Those who came now were either highly confident in their own strength or desperately needed an equipment upgrade.
However, they all faced Fang Zhiyi's near-crushing attacks. Fang Zhiyi's attack pattern was also rather unique; he would typically kill players one by one, stopping after each kill to observe the actions of the others.
Little Hei didn't understand at first, until the final squad appeared. As the teammates fell one by one, Little Hei also noticed a Fatty among them. He always hid behind the other members, and whenever a teammate died, he would stare at the dropped equipment with shining eyes.
Fang Zhiyi noticed this too. He saw Fatty's actions of picking up his companions' gear. It was different from the others before; those people were clearly trying to minimize their teammates' losses, but this Fatty was looting with a specific purpose.
Fang Zhiyi deliberately left him for last and watched him sneakily stash quite a few items on himself.
It wasn't until a sword was pressed against his throat that Fatty closed his eyes, as if he had accomplished his mission.
"Hehe, the drop rate is twenty percent, I picked up eight, a net profit of..." Fatty muttered under his breath.
But he waited a long time without receiving the notification that his health had been emptied.
Fatty opened his eyes, and Fang Zhiyi's skeletal face filled his vision.
Fatty was clearly a bit confused: "Hurry up already... It wasn't easy for me to leech off a team..."
Fang Zhiyi stared at him with great interest.
Fatty started to panic. Why did this feel a bit off? Had the boss bugged out again? If that was the case... Fang Zhiyi watched helplessly as the guy brushed past him and looked back at the gear on the ground, glancing left and right like he was treasure hunting.
"This guy has fallen right into a money pit," Little Hei sighed with emotion.
"What a talent," Fang Zhiyi also marveled.
"Hey."
Fatty was fully concentrated and just gave a vague grunt in response. When he finally realized what happened, he whipped his head around, a trace of panic on his face: "Huh?"
"What is your name?" Fang Zhiyi put away his sword.
"Is this a new storyline?" Fatty scratched his head. "What's my name? What else could it be, it's not like I could be called Little Fairy..." He was currently calculating his gains from this run, his mind full of business.
"Alright, Little Fairy, I want to discuss a deal with you." Fang Zhiyi also found it a bit weird how vulgar this guy was.
Fatty was completely stunned: "Big boss, are you talking to me?"
"Who else."
The scene fell silent for several seconds before Fatty suddenly shrieked: "It really bugged out again!"
It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi slapped him away that Fatty began to realize the boss in front of him seemed to have its own consciousness.
"Hello big boss, your orders, big boss." Fatty was a bit dazed by the slap.
"I said, I want to discuss a deal with you." The ghost fire in Fang Zhiyi's eye sockets gradually condensed into the shape of dollar signs. "A big deal."
Fatty paused, then rubbed his hands together and leaned in: "What kind of deal?" He knew how terrifying the boss in front of him was, but compared to the boss, having no money was even more terrifying.
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
