Lao Wang said, "Right, Young Master, Old Li said his family wants to go back to their hometown to buy some farmland, so they can't accompany you on this journey..."
"They are honest farmers; it's only right for them to take the money and buy land back home." He swept his gaze over the few people present. "I told you earlier that I have a great task for you. If done well, it might bring blessings to all the people... But the success rate of this matter might be very low. We need to travel all the way south to the most dangerous southwest. Have you truly made up your minds?"
Bold Wu patted his chest. "Young Master, you helped me. Just tell me what you need me to do. I, Bold Wu, might not know much else, but dealing with wildcats and beasts is a piece of cake!"
Lao Wang chuckled. "I know a bit about pharmacology, at least..."
Li San was even more straightforward. "If I feed myself, my whole family isn't hungry. I'm sticking with you!" Finally, he asked, "But, Young Master, what kind of great task is it exactly... that requires people like us..."
Fang Zhiyi raised his hand to stop his next words.
"All I can say is that it's something that will pierce the heavens. If we fail, we might all die. It's still not too late for you to leave now."
No one chose to leave, and Peng Huan'er's hanging heart finally settled down.
What she worried about was that if any of these people ran back and said Fang Zhiyi was still alive, it would be troublesome.
As if seeing through her worries, Fang Zhiyi suddenly said, "Whether I am dead or not isn't actually important."
Peng Huan'er looked at Fang Zhiyi in astonishment. Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. The human mind is the hardest thing to fathom."
Peng Huan'er nodded obediently, then changed the subject. "Young Master, we are carrying so much money... what exactly are we going to do?"
"What we are going to do costs a lot of money."
While the others were setting up camp, Fang Zhiyi strolled around, even sticking his butt in the air as he rummaged through the roadside, leaving Peng Huan'er a bit bewildered. "Young Master, what are you looking for?"
He didn't even turn his head. "Looking for a small trinket."
They just watched him wander aimlessly. When they asked him, he wouldn't say.
Finally, in a half-collapsed Earth God shrine, Fang Zhiyi fished out a jade pendant.
"Young Master, your smile is really creepy."
"Is it? This is a cheerful smile."
"It doesn't look like it. It looks more like the smile of a local tyrant who just found his hiding enemy."
"Nonsense!"
"Hehehehehe, to think that this old man would see the light of day again... Young man, I am a Dou Zong expert... glub glub glub glub..."
Peng Huan'er watched Fang Zhiyi throw the jade pendant into a puddle of dirty water, then fish it out a moment later. Her head was full of question marks. Well, this young master always was a bit mentally abnormal.
"Arrogant! Brat! How dare you treat me... glub glub glub glub..."
"Bastard! When the day of my resurrection comes, I will definitely... glub glub glub glub..."
"You, you... glub glub glub glub glub..."
"Great hero, spare my life!"
"Oh, so you can speak human language. I thought you only knew how to bark." Fang Zhiyi was satisfied.
"Hehe, great hero, look at what you're saying, how would I dare..." The remnant soul hiding in the jade pendant was out of options. This brat was definitely sick in the head!
But he had no other choice. After all, he could only attach himself to the jade pendant right now. He needed time to bewitch someone's mind before he could have the chance to slowly take over their body.
Just you wait!
"Great hero, this old man has a way to rapidly increase your Dou Qi. Are you interested?" the remnant soul tried asking.
What greeted him was being thrown into the water again.
He was only fished out after quite a while.
"What exactly are you trying to do!" The remnant soul was furious.
"Are you mocking me? I was born without the conditions to cultivate Dou Qi, and you're mocking me?"
The remnant soul choked for a moment, then instantly felt ecstatic. "This method can succeed even if you cannot cultivate Dou Qi! It will definitely make you a Dou Zong expert! I guarantee it with my personality!"
"You don't have a damn personality."
"The great hero is right, but this method really..."
"Not learning it."
"Ah?"
"Not learning it. I don't want to practice any Dou Qi."
The remnant soul was a bit dumbfounded. There was actually someone who didn't want to learn Dou Qi? Impossible. In this world, Dou Qi was revered. Whether commoners, aristocratic families, or even the royal family, everyone wanted to improve. How could anyone not want to learn it?
Unless he was a psychopath!
Watching Fang Zhiyi suddenly lift a stone and attempt to smash the jade pendant open, a thought flashed through the remnant soul's mind.
Alright, he really is a psychopath.
"Stop, stop, stop! Great hero, how about you put me back?"
Fang Zhiyi was amused. "Do you think that's possible? A talking jade pendant, and I should just put it back?"
"Then you won't..." The remnant soul suddenly had a bad premonition. "What do you want to do?"
The others just watched Fang Zhiyi neurotically holding up a jade pendant, either throwing it on the ground or tossing it into the water, and sometimes even throwing it into the campfire to roast.
But the jade pendant was of excellent quality. Even after experiencing such rough treatment, it remained completely intact.
None of them knew that the remnant soul inside the jade pendant had completely submitted.
It never imagined that this psychopath could be this crazy.
"Great hero, big brother! Tell me what you want! I will tell you everything I know!" It was on the verge of a breakdown. After waiting for hundreds of years, it actually waited for a guy with a problem in his brain!
"I want you to recite that cultivation method of yours."
"?" The remnant soul was about to cry. Are you sick? I offered it at the very beginning, and didn't you say you didn't want it?
"No, no, no, you don't understand. You offering it to me and me asking for it are two different things."
Little Hei was also a bit puzzled. "Are you just doing this purely to torture it?"
"Not exactly. This guy was actually able to figure out a way to absorb other people's Dou Qi. From a certain perspective, this thing's brain is quite adequate." Fang Zhiyi curled his middle finger and flicked it against the jade pendant. "It's just that I need to let it know who the boss is first."
The once glorious Fang family had completely collapsed.
Under the siege of the aristocratic family alliance, Fang Kui sold off the family's valuables and even forfeited several trade routes, finally pacifying this debt dispute that he had caused.
Even so, there were still aristocratic families demanding money from him, citing the reason that Fang Zhiyi's business trip would have originally yielded quite a bit of profit, and this loss also had to be counted on Fang Kui's head.
Fang Kui had already cursed that son of his, who couldn't be any deader, thousands of times.
An argument broke out in the courtyard again, and Fang Congyun raised his hand against Jian Xiaoyu once more.
Jian Xiaoyu's face was full of grievance. "You weren't like this before! You said you would love me for a lifetime!"
Fang Congyun pointed at her. "As if you deserve it! I was just bewitched by you! If it weren't for my idiot older brother, and if it weren't for you spouting nonsense, would my family have fallen to this state?"
In Fang Congyun's view, if Jian Xiaoyu hadn't listened to Fang Zhiyi back then and had married him instead, there wouldn't be all those outrageous things Fang Zhiyi did later, much less the current disaster!
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?!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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."
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.
