"Yes, pay up!" Fang Zhiyi reached out his hand directly.
The family was dumbfounded. The old man, clearly the head of the household, even poked his head out to look behind Fang Zhiyi, confirming there were only two of them. "Child, are you a beggar?"
"Beggar my ass, I'm here on business!"
"Business?"
Fang Zhiyi couldn't be bothered to explain. His current life wasn't easy either; he had to earn money during the day and deal with ghosts at night. The resentment emanating from him was even more terrifying than that of a ghost. He directly slapped the talisman in his hand onto the old man's palm.
The old man was a bit dazed, but when he looked up again, he froze.
Before he could even speak, Fang Zhiyi took the talisman away.
"Understand?"
"Understood! Understood!" The old man immediately scrambled to get the money.
The rest of the family had faces full of confusion, until Fang Zhiyi collected the money and handed each of them a talisman. Immediately after, they saw the ghost tied up with a red string behind Fang Zhiyi.
"Husband!" The hostess immediately covered her mouth.
"My son! You, how did you..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't say much. He turned around, walked outside the door, and sat down, leaving Little Bai to watch the scene unfold.
Little Bai remembered that they had stumbled upon this ghost by chance. At the time, it was trying to shove its foot into a passerby's sole, clearly attempting possession. After Fang Zhiyi taught it a lesson with a talisman, the ghost had been crying ever since.
"See that? The fierce ghost that everyone fears is sometimes the beloved family member someone dreams of seeing just one more time," Fang Zhiyi remarked.
Little Bai nodded.
"Once you understand that, I'll leave those in the house to you."
Little Bai looked at Fang Zhiyi in surprise.
"What are you looking at? Isn't it only right to work for your master?"
"Daoist Master, you mean..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at this rat spirit, frustrated by its slowness. "How did a brain like yours ever manage to become a spirit? Huh?"
Little Bai was instantly overjoyed. "Master!"
"Damn it, you are the worst among all my disciples!"
"Master, you have many disciples?"
Fang Zhiyi looked up at the night sky. "Yes, many."
"Are they all very powerful?"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly thought of a certain idiot. "Uh... more or less."
"I definitely won't disgrace you, Master!"
"Work hard!" Fang Zhiyi thought to himself, if you don't work hard, your master won't be able to leech off you.
It wasn't until the sky began to brighten that those talismans lost their effectiveness, and the family's joyful reunion gradually turned sorrowful. The old man even offered money to let his son stay, but the supposedly greedy young Daoist waved his hand. "This is not a matter of money. Keeping a ghost in the house will eventually lead to a disaster."
"Then, then young Daoist Master, my son, where will he go?" The old man stammered.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Little Bai. "To the place he should go."
Little Bai took the red string. The ghost followed reluctantly behind it, but it was no longer struggling, and its face carried a hint of relief.
"Master, how should we deal with it?"
"Perform a transcendence ritual for him, of course."
"Oh, then I'll go back and find a few more spirit tablets..." As soon as it finished speaking, it received a smack.
"Why would you need spirit tablets for a transcendence ritual?"
"Yesterday, you..."
"That was sending them away!" Fang Zhiyi scolded in annoyance, but he also frowned. This matter was indeed tricky. The main issue was that he wasn't familiar with the Underworld system here, and he couldn't even speak to those deities.
Forget about the black bear, too. With that guy's brain, if he sent a ghost over, the bear would probably just keep it as a pet.
"Fine, fine, let him go back and stay there for now!"
Word of Fang Zhiyi's ability to communicate with spirits quickly spread. In Jiang Town, people called such individuals Yin Walkers. However, ever since the blind old woman who could walk the Yin path died, this craft had been lost. No one expected that the young Daoist selling talismans would also be a Yin Walker.
This made Fang Zhiyi rather busy. But he knew that he couldn't walk the Yin path at all. Walking the Yin path required establishing connections with the Underworld, and he had no avenues for that. He was simply fulfilling the last wishes of a few wandering ghosts.
But the more Fang Zhiyi refused, the more unfathomable the outside rumors about him became.
Most importantly, the talismans he sold were indeed effective, which made Fang Zhiyi's business boom a little.
Having made money, he didn't forget the black bear spirit. He kept his promise, having Little Bai make two trips to deliver more talismans he had drawn to be consecrated.
Old Master He of the He family was growing more haggard by the day. His daughter was missing, and no matter how hard they searched, she couldn't be found. He spent his days either staring blankly or smiling bitterly. He heard from the servants that his worthy nephew Fang was now playing tricks pretending to be a spirit medium. In the past, he would have definitely intervened, but now he had no mind for it.
It was that very night when the butler knocked on Old Master He's door, howling like a ghost.
After Old Master He opened the door, the butler's first words were, "Terrible news, Master! Ghosts! We're haunted by ghosts!"
Old Master He didn't believe it. The old madam believed in such things, but he did not, until he heard the intermittent crying.
The servants began to run around in a panic. Someone saw a woman sitting and weeping by the well.
In the blink of an eye, someone else saw a ghost squatting on the stove in the kitchen, wolfing down food.
Even more terrifyingly, someone saw a bizarre man clinging to the butler's back, yet the butler seemed completely unaware.
Old Master He nearly fainted.
Had all the ghosts in Jiang Town run to his house?
"The He family, what sins has the He family committed!" Old Master He raised his hand tremblingly. The butler suddenly thought of something: "Master, why don't we... why don't we invite Young Master Fang to come and take a look?"
Old Master He froze for a moment. "Invite him!"
Upon receiving the news, Fang Zhiyi hurried over. Old Master He noticed that after not seeing him for just twenty days or so, his nephew clearly looked the part of a Daoist. Even his demeanor had taken on the air of an otherworldly expert.
Fang Zhiyi first accurately divined the forms and appearances of those ghosts by pinching his fingers, and then he sighed and shook his head.
"Speak, Young Master Fang, no, Daoist Master Fang?" The butler was frantic.
Fang Zhiyi looked at Old Master He. "I'm afraid, Uncle He, you all will have to temporarily move somewhere else for a while and give me some time to deal with these fierce ghosts."
"I, He Zhendong, have acted with a clear conscience my entire life! Why have they come to my He family to cause chaos!"
Old Master He heavily stomped his walking stick.
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to start his bluff, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Such dense ghostly aura, a place of great peril..."
Turning around toward the voice, Fang Zhiyi froze. Oh no, how could he have forgotten about this?
A wandering Daoist was squinting his eyes, examining the surroundings.
The butler went up and exchanged a few words with him before leading him over as well.
Fang Zhiyi felt a headache coming on. This Daoist actually had some real skills; he was exactly the Daoist from the original plot who had given the original host the ghost-repelling talisman.
Of all the things he calculated, he never expected that this man would come to Jiang Town today and even end up at the He family's house.
"Should we just..." Little Hei made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Do you think I'm some notorious bandit?"
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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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.
