He Chusheng shoved her violently. Let go! Who knows if it is even mine! Did you not also sleep with that actor? Slut!
He Yuling clutched her head. You... you are talking nonsense! I did not! What right do you have to slander me!
Seeing that He Chusheng was about to leave, He Yuling opened her mouth and screamed, Help! Robbery! Somebody come! All she could think about was keeping He Chusheng here, no matter what it took.
Her screams echoed through the empty He Manor; the massive estate was terrifyingly quiet.
Her shouting threw He Chusheng into a panic. He turned back and tried to cover her mouth, clamping his hands tightly over her nose and mouth. His mind was entirely fixated on taking the money back to the provincial capital to propose marriage. He muttered to himself, even using his legs to pin down He Yuling's thrashing limbs.
After just a short while, He Yuling seemed to pass out, and only then did he let go. But the moment he released his grip, he realized something was wrong.
He Yuling seemed to have been smothered to death by him!
He panicked for a moment.
I cannot go to jail, I killed someone... I... His eyes suddenly turned vicious. He simply threw a rope over the ceiling beam, dragged a table over, and attempted to stage the scene to look like He Yuling had committed suicide.
After he hung He Yuling's body up and was just about to clean up the traces in the room, her body actually began to twitch.
Save... me... save... He Yuling suddenly opened her eyes, filled with a desperate plea for help.
He Chusheng, who had not expected her to still be alive, made his choice after a brief hesitation. He lunged forward, tightly hugging He Yuling's legs, and pulled downwards with all his might.
Die! Once you are dead, you will not be able to pester me anymore! You have to die!
That night, two lives were lost in a single body at the He Manor.
No one knew of He Yuling's fate.
The He Manor was completely empty, with only the corpse hanging from the beam swaying in the wind.
Fang Zhiyi, who was engrossed in his writing, wrapped his robe tighter around himself. The weather is changing. He looked up out the window; Xiao Bai, who had gone to deliver supplies to the Black Bear Spirit, probably would not be back for another day.
Damn, the timing is just too perfect. Am I doomed to die? He gave a bitter laugh.
The light from the oil lamp illuminated the words he had just written.
Violent death, Mother and Child Fiend, extremely malevolent.
Looking back at a room full of memorial tablets, Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. Fine, fine, fine. If it is a blessing, it is not a disaster; if it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided.
Although Lao Tang was afraid, he still came out to strike the night watches with great professionalism. However, this night he felt inexplicably alarmed. He did not encounter anything strange on the road, but an indescribable sense of panic constantly enveloped him.
A gust of wind blew past, and he seemed to hear a woman crying.
Lao Tang looked around in a panic, but it was pitch black, and he could not see anything clearly.
But the very next moment, Lao Tang saw a flash of red drift past the top of the wall. With just one glance, he froze in place, a piercing chill spreading from his toes all the way to the top of his head.
Then, Lao Tang felt his vision go black and he fainted on the ground.
Everyone must die, everyone must die, the female ghost muttered. Hahahaha... wuwuwu... why...
Originally, the people of the He family should have been the first to die, but the He family was currently empty. This made the deeply resentful He Yuling even more furious. She just circled around and could not find the heartless man who killed her and the unborn child in her womb, and turning around, she suddenly remembered Fang Zhiyi.
It was all because of him. If it were not for him, her lover would not have gone to the provincial capital. If it were not for him, she would not have gone to the provincial capital either. Everything was because of him!
She would kill Fang Zhiyi first, then Old Master He, and finally kill everyone who had mocked her...
Locking onto Fang Zhiyi's location, He Yuling drifted straight toward that isolated little courtyard.
As she approached, the lit lamps in the room began to flicker erratically.
The door that could keep out bandits was useless against this vicious ghost. She slowly drifted through the door, and a flash of bright red appeared right in front of Fang Zhiyi.
When He Yuling entered, all the memorial tablets in the room began to tremble violently, and the yellow talismans pasted on the doors and windows emitted a faint glow.
However, Fang Zhiyi realized he had still underestimated the resentment of this He Yuling.
She landed on the ground, her face a livid grey, and walked toward Fang Zhiyi step by step. With every step she took, several yellow talismans rapidly spontaneously combusted, and the memorial tablets that tried to resist the evil aura she exuded fell over one by one.
He Yuling was somewhat disappointed; Fang Zhiyi looked at her but did not scream, show fear, or attempt to flee.
She was very dissatisfied. She wanted all these people to die miserably and painfully.
Hehehehehe...
The bone-chilling ghostly laughter reached Fang Zhiyi's ears.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. When a ghost cried, there was generally still some room for negotiation, but if a ghost laughed, it meant a fight to the bitter end.
He Yuling reached out a hand toward Fang Zhiyi, her nails becoming long and black.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly sighed. You are so ugly.
He Yuling was taken aback for a moment. What did you say!!!
I said, you are so ugly. Let me tell you, if it were not for your father's sake, I would not even bother paying attention to you. Do you still think you possess beauty that can topple nations?
You deserve to die! The resentment in He Yuling's chest violently erupted. She never expected that even though she had become a vicious ghost, the person in front of her was not only unafraid but even dared to humiliate her!
She lunged forward fiercely, and the hand Fang Zhiyi had been hiding behind his back was finally revealed, throwing out a handful of yellow talismans directly at her.
Although they could not cause any major harm to He Yuling, due to natural restraint, He Yuling was forced to retreat several steps. But when she looked toward Fang Zhiyi's position again, she found that he was gone.
All that was left was the window slamming shut with a bang.
Die, you must die! He Yuling was clearly dead set on killing Fang Zhiyi, and she chased closely after him.
The room quieted down, and Fang Zhiyi slowly crawled out from under the bed. This person's brain was not good when she was a human, and it is even worse now that she is a ghost.
Little Hei nodded in agreement. It could see that He Yuling was now searching everywhere outside like a headless fly.
Fang Zhiyi had a Breath Concealment Talisman freshly stuck on his body. It was a highly specialized talisman capable of isolating human aura for a short period.
By the time He Yuling figured it out and returned to the room, Fang Zhiyi had already slipped away, leaving a large insult written on the wall in chicken blood.
Idiot
He Yuling let out a furious shriek, waking up nearly half the residents of Jiang Town.
Fang Zhiyi had drawn all of her hatred. Now, He Yuling only wanted to find Fang Zhiyi and tear his body into ten thousand pieces.
He Yuling circled over Jiang Town for a long time but completely failed to find any trace of Fang Zhiyi. In her anger, she simply stayed inside Fang Zhiyi's house. She did not believe she could not wait him out until he returned.
However, she never dreamed that Fang Zhiyi had run all the way to the He family estate in one breath, even picking out a nice-looking guest room and going to sleep without a care in the world.
It is just swapping houses, I am quite familiar with this.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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."
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.”
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.
