At this stage, high-level potions were extremely rare because the materials were all produced in high-level monster zones. Currently, there were almost no life-skill players who could gather in such areas, but with the intervention of the bosses under Fang Zhiyi, massive amounts of materials were being shipped back.
The territory of the Demon Corridor had practically become a medium-sized market. Players with fixed stalls, passing squads stopping to restock, players setting up temporary stalls, and power levelers who had accepted quests and were ready to set out—everything was incredibly bustling.
"Need power leveling? Young man, need a boost? I have connections."
Before he could finish speaking, a boss grabbed the hustler by the neck and threw him out.
"Do I look invisible to you?"
Meanwhile, Money Rat had already officially joined Fang Zhiyi's syndicate. Ever since Fang Zhiyi's surprise attack on White Cloud City last time, his position had become somewhat awkward, so he simply laid his cards on the table.
However, Fang Zhiyi's actions were effective. This operation served as a warning to those restless guilds, framed Lin Han, and simultaneously flexed his own muscles, attracting even more solo players.
Money Rat felt nothing but absolute admiration for Fang Zhiyi now.
If he were in his own world, he would definitely be a top-ranking billionaire!
When the potions produced by the Demon Corridor hit the market, players from several nearby cities went crazy for them, because Fang Zhiyi sold them slightly cheaper than those high-level alchemist NPCs in the cities, and offered a wider variety of types.
What puzzled Money Rat was that although Fang Zhiyi was so wealthy, he spent money even faster. Whether it was on his subordinate bosses or the solo players he recruited, Fang Zhiyi was generous—so generous that it made Money Rat's heart ache.
"You don't understand. This money is meaningless to me," Fang Zhiyi said.
With the expansion of their business, various rare materials also appeared in the Demon Corridor's market. The previously stalled auctions became active again, and players from the Southern Federation even traveled thousands of miles to trade. Furthermore, Fang Zhiyi was not stingy at all with the human players who joined his banner. One must know that while the entry barrier for life-skill players was low, increasing their proficiency and level required consuming a massive amount of basic resources, which Fang Zhiyi always provided with a grand wave of his hand.
His subordinates never asked why; anyway, whatever the boss said was always right.
Fang Zhiyi's generosity also reaped rewards. Eight or nine out of ten of the top life-skill players in the entire game world emerged from the Demon Corridor Syndicate. Here, they had the most stable supply chain, the most perfect security measures, and even the best salary benefits.
More players chose to join the subordinate guilds of the Demon Corridor Syndicate. In their eyes, these monsters were sometimes much simpler than humans.
Not to mention they could interact with succubi. Although that demon had a bit of a sharp tongue when scolding people, it was no big deal.
Facing this rapidly rising new city-state, Money Rat was somewhat worried: "Boss, if this continues... let alone those guilds, just the human cities alone won't let you off."
As a player, he knew very well that the conflict between the city NPCs and the monsters had lasted for thousands of years in the background lore and was fundamentally irreconcilable.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly laughed out loud: "Them making a move is exactly what I want..."
Money Rat was stunned.
He looked at the skeleton before him, trying hard to find an expression on his fleshless face.
Fang Zhiyi just sat there quietly, like a sculpture.
When Money Rat received the news that White Cloud City had allied with several other human cities to encircle and wipe out Fang Zhiyi's Demon Corridor Syndicate, and had even issued a world-class quest to recruit more players to participate, he hurriedly informed Fang Zhiyi.
However, Fang Zhiyi did not show the panic he had imagined.
"Money is only money when it's spent, otherwise it's just a pile of useless, space-taking junk that glows gold." Fang Zhiyi seemed a bit tired.
Money Rat looked at the demon York beside him, and the demon just shrugged at him.
No one knew what Fang Zhiyi was thinking.
Just like no one knew that he was only a beginner-level boss. The human allied forces repeatedly emphasized Fang Zhiyi's terror.
"Under that Skeleton King's throne are all extremely dangerous monster lords! To be able to command so many monsters proves that he himself is immensely powerful! Once this war begins, we will have no way out!" The City Lord gave his pre-war mobilization speech. "But for our city! For the civilians! For the glory of humanity! We press forward with indomitable will!"
"Press forward with indomitable will!" the highest-ranking knight order shouted.
Actually, the biggest reason that prompted their alliance was that the actions of these monsters had drawn away a large number of outlanders. Without the consumption of the outlanders, the city's economy was gradually declining. To think they were actually doing business with monsters! These detestable outlanders!
Although the City Lord cursed in his heart, he never showed it.
He knew these outlanders possessed bizarre powers. He had once seen an outlander get killed, only to come running back happily from somewhere else a while later. Although he didn't understand it, he felt it made sense in its own way.
Now was the time to fool them. To fight those monsters, they needed to unite all forces.
As usual, he issued a City Lord's quest to participate in the eradication of the Demon Corridor. The reward was merit points for several neighboring cities. When the merit points accumulated to a certain amount, they could be exchanged for rewards from him.
In the past, once this kind of quest was issued, those outlanders would fight like crazy to do it.
However, this time he was a bit surprised. Although there were quite a few outlanders who signed up, they didn't look very strong. But at this point, there was no reason to back down. The City Lord led the troops out, and the players followed behind. Soon, they joined forces with troops from several other cities. Looking at the massive army, the Lord of White Cloud City's heart swelled with pride.
Monsters actually doing business? It was simply a joke!
He had to bring things back under his control!
They weren't surprised to see monsters appear in the open area on the Undead Mountain Range. After all, with such a huge formation, that Fang Zhiyi couldn't possibly not know.
But as they drew closer, the City Lord's face turned ugly.
Thousands upon thousands of outlanders were scattered across the mountains, looking down from a vantage point, staring at them like ravenous wolves spotting lambs.
And right in the middle, imposing monster lords lined up on both sides. As a headless knight placed a dazzling golden chair in the center, a skeleton slowly walked over and sat down. Resting its hands on the hilt of its sword, it looked down at the human army like a true king.
"I thought you would understand that things are different now than before." The skeleton spoke slowly, its voice echoing in the valley. "We only wanted to give everyone fair treatment, but you... want to destroy this place, don't you?"

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

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."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!