Hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, the rat demon Xiaobai looked completely bewildered. It had never heard of this thing, but its instincts told it that this entity was extremely fierce. As a demon, its first thought was to flee, but it was obviously too late.
"Red and White Clash, is it very troublesome?" Xiaobai's eyes constantly darted left and right. The two processions were getting closer, and it figured that since Fang Zhiyi knew what this thing was, he must have a way to deal with it!
Fang Zhiyi and Xiaobai were almost in sync, his eyes also darting back and forth as he explained, "The Red Clash is a bride who died a tragic death on her wedding day, while the White Clash is a young man who drowned. Moreover, the time of death is usually right at noon, and the places where they died are lands of great peril. The extreme collision of great joy and great sorrow forms this Red and White Clash. However, this is just a legend from ancient texts, after all, so many elements must come together without a single one missing."
"But it cannot be ruled out that someone deliberately orchestrated these two tragedies to create the deadly trap of the Red and White Clash."
Xiaobai suddenly felt a bit of admiration. "Daoist Master, you can handle it, right?"
"Handle my ass!" Fang Zhiyi was also a bit frustrated. Who knew they would encounter something so fierce right after leaving Jiang Town! "Let me put it this way, even the fiercest ghost you've ever seen would get slapped a few times if it came here today!"
"They, they are coming over." Although Xiaobai was a demon, it was already trembling uncontrollably. The thick murderous aura even made it feel suffocated. Its human disguise gradually faded, reverting back into a large gray rat.
Fang Zhiyi slowly arched his back, suddenly grabbing his bamboo basket with one hand and the rat demon with the other. "Run!"
The two processions had already merged together, the red festivity and the white sorrow blending so naturally.
Fang Zhiyi only felt his ears filled with the sounds of suona horns, gongs, drums, as well as laughter and crying. It almost sounded like a 3D surround sound effect.
"Oh oh oh oh, Daoist Master, they, they..." The rat demon pointed desperately at something.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head and went numb. He didn't know when, but he was already standing right in the middle of the two processions, as if he had never run away at all.
Now those people were very close to him, so close that he could clearly see their black lips.
"Coming for me?" Fang Zhiyi cursed and instinctively prepared to bite the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly stopped his movement and turned to look at the terrified Xiaobai.
"Hey, rat."
"Ah ah? Ah? Daoist Master, I, I'm here!" Xiaobai was almost crying from fear.
"You rats, foxes, and weasels all need to ask mortals for titles, right?"
"Ah? Yes."
"Come on, ask me for a title!"
The rat demon looked at Fang Zhiyi with a bitter face. "Daoist Master, what use is asking for a title now? Besides, my cultivation isn't high enough. If I force it..."
"Cut the crap, do you want to live or die?"
"Live!"
"Ask! Hurry up!"
Xiaobai could already see the curtain of the large red bridal sedan chair being slowly lifted by a pale hand, and Fang Zhiyi also saw the lid of the black coffin being pushed up by something.
The noisy sounds of crying and laughing constantly assaulted them.
Even Fang Zhiyi felt his emotions fluctuating wildly. Feelings of ecstasy and sorrow continuously flooded his brain, causing his eyes to turn somewhat red.
"Hurry up!"
Xiaobai closed its eyes. "Daoist Master, do I look like a human or a god!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath and shouted fiercely, "I see you as the Illustrious Sage Erlang Shen!"
Hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, Xiaobai was completely dumbfounded.
You can't play like this! Although it didn't understand much, a far more terrifying feeling surged into its brain. It was doomed!
Fang Zhiyi grabbed Xiaobai. "Little Hei!!"
Although dumbfounded, Xiaobai couldn't help but say, "Daoist Master, my name is Xiaobai..."
Just then, a dark cloud floated overhead, covering the moonlight in the blink of an eye. The Red and White Clash also stopped their movements simultaneously, and those pale-faced figures all looked up at the same time.
Following that, a fierce bolt of heavenly lightning struck down!
Fang Zhiyi swore he hadn't been struck by lightning in a long time, and the power of this bolt was even more exaggerated than the ones that had struck him before! It was conceivable that the gods of this world had even mastered the laws of the Heavenly Dao!
The hoarse screams were drowned out in the intense lightning.
When the rat demon Xiaobai tremblingly opened its eyes, it was pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually fine!
"Oh oh oh oh! Daoist Master, you are too awesome!!! Daoist Master?"
Fang Zhiyi's ears were ringing.
The lightning just now was different from the bolt that struck the weasel before; it struck a full nine times!
He slowly looked up. Little Hei was cursing up a storm. Fortunately, the fact that Little Hei could still curse meant it could withstand it.
Looking around, the Red and White Clash had long since disappeared. On the ground that was previously full of people, only some fine fragments were left, it was unknown what they were.
The rat demon transformed back into human form.
At this moment, its admiration for Fang Zhiyi was beyond words! This Daoist actually used the title of a great deity to respond to its request for a title, and he even forcefully withstood those nine powerful bolts of heavenly lightning! Although it didn't feel anything special itself, just withstanding the heavenly lightning made Fang Zhiyi's image in its heart grow much taller.
Is this a human? No! This is a god!
"Daoist Master, from now on I will follow your lead! If you say go east, I will absolutely not go west! If you say catch a dog, I will absolutely not chase a chicken!"
"Fuck, cut the crap and give me a hand." Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ears.
But his eyes were shining brightly.
Little Hei floated down, its mouth still full of defiance.
"Next time you want to play self-destruct, can you discuss it with me in advance? You almost got me struck to death!"
The Daoist temple on Longtou Mountain welcomed a guest. Xiaobai absolutely refused to go inside. After all, it was a demon, and it was still very afraid of places like Daoist temples.
There was only one old Daoist and two disciples in the temple. They were somewhat surprised by Fang Zhiyi's arrival.
One must know that in this day and age, there are very few people willing to seek out a Daoist temple deep in the mountains and forests.
When he saw Fang Zhiyi place a whole bamboo basket of talismans in front of them and ask them to process them a bit, the old Daoist was stunned.
"These talismans... drawn in one stroke, an expert... I wonder which fellow Daoist drew them?"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at himself.
"You, from which sect did you learn?"
"Self-taught!"
The old Daoist gasped. "Little friend, you have extraordinary talent. Would you consider becoming a disciple under this old Daoist..."
"Save your breath, let's just go through the procedure. Can you figure out a way to process these talismans I drew, Daoist Master? Consider it for the sake of the common people."
"This..." The old Daoist was a bit bewildered. He hadn't quite figured out what kind of operation this was.
Little Hei pounded its left and right fists together. "After all that, you just want them to pass through their hands after processing, and then they can be used?"
"Nonsense, white-labeling is still a brand!"
The old Daoist looked Fang Zhiyi up and down, then waved his hand and shook his head after a moment.
"They won't give you authorization," Little Hei laughed.
Fang Zhiyi spat at Little Hei, then turned his head. "Fifty percent is too much, how about forty percent? If you don't want to do it, I'll find another place."
"Wait? Raising a hand means fifty percent?" Little Hei was shocked.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi was really about to leave, the old Daoist suddenly widened his eyes. "Forty percent it is! Deal!"
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
