The sky was just beginning to brighten. Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, got up, and made his bed before slowly walking out. As he passed by He Yuling's boudoir, he deliberately took a glance. He Yuling's corpse was still hanging in the room, looking absolutely terrifying.
But for Fang Zhiyi, he had seen this kind of thing plenty of times, and it wasn't like he hadn't fought them before.
Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded. On one side, He Yuling hung there with eyes wide open in unyielding grievance; on the other, Fang Zhiyi fetched water and washed up as if he were in his own home. Only when he had finished everything did he pat his bottom and leisurely walk out of the He family's front gate.
During the day, he wasn't afraid of that thing. Moreover, Little Bai should be back today. When the time comes, he could just trick it into dealing with He Yuling. Perfect!
However, the moment Fang Zhiyi pushed open the door to his own house, a flash of bright red blocked his vision.
"You motherf..." Fang Zhiyi was shocked. He immediately took a step back, coming face-to-face with that ashen, ghostly visage. He looked up at the sky. That's right, it was daytime, but...
He Yuling didn't have that many thoughts; she just reached out and grabbed him by the neck.
"Fuck, died from betrayal and murder, extremely fierce!"
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit frustrated. Clearly, because of his previous actions, He Yuling seemed even fiercer than before. A ghost that could attack during the day was much more ruthless than a regular malicious spirit!
In just a moment, the scene before his eyes changed. The sky was still dark, and he was now standing inside He Yuling's boudoir. He Yuling hung there quietly, her face drooping as she looked at him with an incredibly bizarre expression, as if she were smiling.
Fang Zhiyi subconsciously took a step back. A pair of hands rested on his shoulders. With just a glance from the corner of his eye, pitch-black, slender nails came into view.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..." A creepy sound emanated from behind Fang Zhiyi.
"Is this the illusion you see when you encounter a ghost?" Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself. He didn't turn around. It wasn't like he hadn't watched horror movies before; if he turned around, he would definitely have a close encounter with He Yuling's vengeful spirit. It was better not to seek out that kind of thrill.
Those hands suddenly tightened, and Fang Zhiyi felt himself suffocating.
"Why don't you go die? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."
A resentful voice echoed in his ears.
At this moment, a third He Yuling appeared. She sat happily on the edge of the bed, adorning her hair with accessories and wearing a wedding dress, as if she were getting married the next day. However, upon seeing Fang Zhiyi, her expression suddenly turned ugly. She walked over quickly and viciously grabbed Fang Zhiyi's neck as well.
The He Yuling hanging there just watched coldly, still wearing that bizarre smile on her face.
"I am the eldest miss of the He family. All of you must be buried with me, buried with me!"
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit of a headache. He knew this was an illusion, but the suffocating feeling of being strangled was real.
His eyes darted around with effort, trying to find a handy weapon. Not to kill He Yuling—he didn't have the ability to do that—but killing himself was an option.
If he was killed by a malicious spirit, he would most likely be devoured or turned into its puppet. But if he did it himself, he would still have a fighting chance!
It wasn't like he hadn't done it before!
Just then, the originally pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn open by something. The sudden burst of sunlight caused He Yuling to subconsciously let go and back away. Fang Zhiyi felt the suffocation around his neck instantly fade away, and he turned his head.
"Who are you?"
The scene before him rapidly shifted, and Fang Zhiyi finally saw clearly that he was slumped at the doorway of his own house, with two loops of red string wrapped around his neck.
Then, he noticed a young man looking him up and down.
It was obvious that when he was nearly strangled to death by the illusion, this person had saved him.
"Thanks a lot." Fang Zhiyi gasped for air, having almost met his end.
The young man, however, made a bizarre movement. His body didn't move, but his neck suddenly stretched out, thrusting his entire face right in front of Fang Zhiyi, face-to-face: "Who are you? Who are you?"
Fang Zhiyi froze for a moment: "I'm your daddy!" He instantly sprang up, turned around, and snatched up a spirit tablet to hold in his hand.
This Jiang Town sure was lively. One ghost had just left, and now a demon had arrived!
The young man had no reaction to Fang Zhiyi's actions; he just kept asking, "Who are you?"
Fang Zhiyi was a bit puzzled. He tilted his head and looked at the demon. "This Daoist master is named Fang Zhiyi. If you'd like, you can call me foster father."
Upon hearing this, the young man instantly retracted his neck, muttering under his breath, "Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi." Then, he turned and walked away.
"Eh?" Fang Zhiyi was dumbfounded. He was a bit confused about the situation now.
But compared to that, how to deal with He Yuling was the real problem. This ghost's abilities were far more terrifying than he had imagined; even he was almost killed.
A whole day passed, and Little Bai still hadn't returned. Little Hei wasn't very willing to go out and look either, saying it felt like something was watching it.
Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to painstakingly draw a magic array. He didn't know if it would be useful, but he was already prepared to fight a ghost as a ghost.
As an ordinary person, I can't beat you, but as a ghost, that might not be the case.
Night fell, and that familiar sound of crying and laughing echoed once again. Then, He Yuling, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, drifted through the door.
Fang Zhiyi hadn't even closed the door; there was no point.
"You are going to die." He Yuling's face was extremely contorted. It was likely that the resentment in her heart tormented her every moment. In principle, the more time passed, the heavier her resentment became, and the harder she would be to deal with.
Fang Zhiyi grabbed a woodchopping knife. "If I die, I won't make it easy for you either."
He Yuling let out a "giggle, giggle, giggle" sound.
But right at that moment, her figure paused, and then her entire body was suddenly grabbed and violently slammed onto the ground.
Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. He saw the young demon from earlier that day appear there. Behind him stood a burly man, who was the one that had just hoisted He Yuling up and smashed her onto the ground.
Having done all this, the burly man turned around with a respectful expression: "Master Chang, this is the place."
Another old man walked in. After merely glancing at the situation inside the room, the old man also turned around: "Great King, this is the place."
Fang Zhiyi's brain momentarily crashed.
Are you guys playing Russian nesting dolls here?
But closely following them, a middle-aged man walked in. His gaze swept past the red-clothed malicious spirit and then lingered on Fang Zhiyi's face.
A moment passed.
"Great King?"
The other three demons looked at Fang Zhiyi in astonishment and doubt.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. After a good while, he said, "Da Huang?"
The middle-aged man walked over gleefully. "Great King! It really is you! That monkey said he would return a Great King to us, and I thought he was tricking me!"
At this moment, He Yuling slowly got up, the venomous resentment on her face not diminishing in the slightest.
"All of you must die!"
"Make her shut up!" Da Huang turned his head and shouted. Master Chang turned to look at his subordinate. The burly man nodded, lifted He Yuling with one hand, and started slapping her directly. Demons had no concept of showing tender affection for the fairer sex.
He Yuling never expected that, as a malicious spirit, she would be lifted up and slapped across the face.
The most crucial point was, it actually hurt quite a bit!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
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.”
