"She is very cute, but I don't know why a demon would latch onto her." Prey looked at his sleeping cousin on the bed, his face full of heartache.
"A bastard like you actually has someone to care about?" Fang Zhiyi's words showed no mercy.
Prey felt a bit awkward for a moment: "I'm sorry."
"Sorry is useless." Fang Zhiyi leaned closer to the girl, bending over and staring straight at her.
He didn't sense any eerie aura. He had now realized that he could only use his bizarre powers when coming into contact with those demons; at all other times, he was still just a sickly invalid.
The room fell silent. Prey looked at Fang Zhiyi nervously.
The girl was still fast asleep.
After a good while, Prey couldn't help but ask, "Fang, Fang Zhiyi, why are you staring at her? Shouldn't you be chanting some exorcism spell?"
Fang Zhiyi said crossly, "Do you think I know any exorcism spells?"
"True... then what do we do now?"
"Wait."
"Wait for what? Holy crap!"
As they spoke, the girl suddenly opened her eyes. Her originally cute and peaceful face suddenly became ferocious. Her eyes were pitch black, without the slightest bit of white.
She opened her mouth and let out a roar at Fang Zhiyi, who was extremely close to her.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. Yes, this was the exact feeling.
The girl's voice quickly attracted her family. The aunt pushed the door open and nervously told Prey to take his friend outside.
Fang Zhiyi acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Just as the girl continued to roar at him, Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to her face.
The crisp sound made the room suddenly quiet down. Prey's aunt and uncle looked at Fang Zhiyi in shock, Prey's face was full of admiration, and the demon-like girl was completely stunned.
Did she just get slapped?
When she reacted and struggled to roar again, what greeted her was another slap.
Being humiliated in succession, the demon became somewhat angry. She violently broke free from the ropes, and her entire body slowly floated up.
She looked down at Fang Zhiyi with a sinister smile: "You will die, you will definitely die... I see a fragile soul..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Fang Zhiyi suddenly reached out again, grabbed her by the hair, and mercilessly threw a punch.
"Don't hit my daughter!" The aunt finally reacted and wanted to step forward to stop him. Prey was quick and held her tightly: "Auntie, she is not my cousin right now!! She is a demon!"
A series of heavy blows caused the levitating girl to fall heavily onto the bed.
The demon was thoroughly infuriated: "You! How dare you hit me!"
What made it somewhat fearful was that every strike from this human made it feel real pain, as if its true body was being attacked by him.
It suddenly opened its mouth, wanting to disgust this human, but it didn't expect Fang Zhiyi to move faster. He reached out and pinched its mouth shut, then without hesitation, gave the girl an over-the-shoulder throw.
When the girl's body hit the ground, a painful wail came from her mouth.
"Why! Why can you hurt me!"
As it roared, a wisp of black smoke seeped out from the girl's fingers, and the blackness in the girl's eyes quickly faded. Fang Zhiyi tried to stomp on the black smoke, but it was useless.
"Mom, I had a dream..." the girl murmured. She looked in surprise at the older brother grabbing her collar, her face full of fear.
Fang Zhiyi immediately let go, and the girl's family behind him widened their eyes in pleasant surprise. Their daughter was back to normal?
"Did that guy leave?" Prey asked excitedly.
Fang Zhiyi looked out the window and narrowed his eyes: "...It ran away."
Hearing the chatter of the little girl's family behind him, Fang Zhiyi turned and left.
"Fang Zhiyi, don't be in such a hurry, Auntie says she wants to thank you!"
"Wuwu, Mom, my face hurts so much..."
Fang Zhiyi quickened his pace. If he didn't leave now, what if they tried to extort him for medical bills?
Meanwhile, in a gloomy and cold room, a demon with disheveled hair looked at the disappearing girl on the bed and let out an unwilling roar of rage.
It was just one step away. Just one more step and it could have seized the girl's soul and completed its mission. Why did such a rude and unruly guy suddenly appear?
Shouldn't he have negotiated with it first, and then chanted those useless exorcism spells? Who just comes up and starts hitting people?
Its roar attracted one of its kind, who stood at the door and watched it for a while.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I heard something happened over at Number 34, and thought we had run into the same problem here."
"Number 34? What problem happened there?"
"I heard that over half the demons there were killed or injured, and it was caused by a human."
"How is that possible! How could a weak human possibly hurt..." The long-haired demon suddenly froze. That shouldn't be right?
At this time, Fang Zhiyi was sitting at a desk, resting with his eyes closed. After pondering for a long time, he drew a large question mark on the paper in front of him.
In Corridor 34, the previously tightly shut room doors were all wide open now, and Uresk was calculating what he should do.
The sound of iron chains dragging on the ground came from outside again. The few remaining demons here all knew that it was the voice of the Grim Reaper.
It had thought for a long time and decided it had to stand up.
Things couldn't be allowed to continue like this. If the lord above found out, all the demons here would be exterminated.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the demon in front of him and pondered for a good while: "Skinny Dog?"
"I... yes." Uresk gave up resisting. No matter how you looked at it, the human in front of him was extremely dangerous. His hands were wrapped in iron chains, a sharp knife snatched from who-knows-where was tucked into his waist, an iron hook hung behind his butt, and half an axe poked out from his clothes on his chest. Those were all weapons of its former colleagues. Uresk closed its eyes, "Come on, bring whatever you have at me!"
The imagined death did not arrive.
It opened its eyes, and the human in front of it was staring at it with great interest.
"I have a few questions to ask you."
"Human, I will not answer any of your questions, even if you can..." Before Uresk could finish its words, an iron chain flew past, brushing against its face, and then used its momentum to wrap around the neck of a demon who was peeking.
It watched helplessly as that fellow demon struggled and was dragged out, and then Fang Zhiyi directly crushed its skull with a stomp. The headless body was still writhing. Fang Zhiyi didn't think twice; he pulled the sharp knife from his waist and stabbed at the body that was nothing but skin and bones, stabbing it a dozen times in every part until the headless body finally stopped moving.
"You were saying." Fang Zhiyi wiped his face with his sleeve.
"I was saying, what questions do you have? I am the most honest among the demons." Uresk rubbed its hands together, its face full of flattery.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
