As a malicious ghost who plagued the region, He Yuling was a nightmare to ordinary people and even ordinary Taoist priests.
However, when facing these great demons, she became nothing more than an insignificant nobody with no background and no backing.
"My King, why didn't you come looking for us?" Da Huang's eyes burned brightly. He never expected to see his King's reincarnation again.
"Are you stupid? I'm a mortal. How am I supposed to find you? Risk my life doing it?" Fang Zhiyi retorted. He was right; as a mortal, his starting point was much lower. Being able to interact with ordinary demons like Xiao Bai was already quite an achievement. How could he possibly have the means to connect with great demons? Taking a step back, who even knew where these great demons were hiding?
Seeing an old friend again still made Fang Zhiyi quite happy. Of course, the happiest part wasn't just running into an old acquaintance in a strange place, but rather that he, who always stood up for others, finally got to enjoy the benefits of having a backer today.
He Yuling took a severe beating and was casually tossed out by the demon. Her original voice, which was a mix of crying and laughing, turned into pure weeping. Hearing the cries fade away, Fang Zhiyi inexplicably felt a bit worried about Xiao Bai. Logically, it should have returned by now, but faced with Da Huang's enthusiasm, Fang Zhiyi could only catch up with him first.
After all, there shouldn't be anything nearby that could pose a threat to Xiao Bai.
But gradually, Fang Zhiyi noticed something was wrong. The demon kings under Da Huang were intentionally or unintentionally blocking the door. Every time he stood up, it made Da Huang slightly tense.
Fang Zhiyi abruptly slammed his wine cup down. Despite being a great demon, Da Huang shuddered at the sudden noise.
"Spit it out, what are you hiding from me?"
Da Huang tried to change the subject.
Fang Zhiyi just stared at him until cold sweat beaded on Da Huang's forehead.
"I, I, My King, I..."
Fang Zhiyi stood up. "Before you arrived, I was planning to trade my life for a life. So, even though I am a mortal now, it doesn't mean I am afraid of you."
Seeing him walk toward the door, the snake demon lowered its head but made no move to step aside.
"My King!" Da Huang's voice finally rang out. He took a heavy gulp of wine. "My King, the world is no longer the same as it was a thousand years ago. We great demons cannot interfere with the mortal realm. That rat demon willingly died to take a tribulation in your place, My King! You cannot look into this any further!"
Fang Zhiyi gave him a deep look. "Da Huang, I never thought that after a thousand years, even you would change."
"My King, it's not that Da Huang has changed, it's the world that has changed! The cycle of reincarnation in this mortal realm has its destined rules. For you to live, My King, someone must be willing to die in your place! Even if it were me replacing you, I would be willing!" Da Huang said, somewhat agitated.
"What do you know?" Fang Zhiyi asked, not looking at him.
Da Huang hesitated for a moment. "That day, I went to seek revenge on that monkey as usual. But it wasn't just him there that day; Erlang Shen was also there. The monkey said he would return a King to me, and told me to stop bothering him..."
"But... when I was leaving, he said Jiang Town was destined to face this calamity, and that malicious ghost..." Da Huang glanced at Fang Zhiyi's expression.
"Keep talking."
Da Huang threw caution to the wind. "My King, you can't save everyone. If you don't go out today, this matter will pass. People have to die eventually. If you go out, that rat will have died in vain!"
"How did it die?"
"It..." Da Huang looked hesitant.
It was the snake demon who spoke up instead. "Great King, that rat accidentally entered the immortal gate the day before yesterday and caught a glimpse of heavenly secrets... It knew your lifespan was coming to an end and voluntarily traded its life for yours, Great King..."
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. He had wanted to push Xiao Bai into the immortal gate, but he never intended for it to trade its life for his.
This rat's nature was hard to change. It had already entered the immortal gate, yet it still ran to peek at heavenly secrets?
A scream came from outside the window, sounding like someone was terribly frightened.
Fang Zhiyi placed his hand on the snake demon's shoulder. "Move."
The snake demon shook its head like a rattle-drum.
The next moment, it realized the demonic energy in its body was being frantically drained into the human before it. The snake demon was horrified and instantly retreated.
Fang Zhiyi's originally mortal body now began to gradually exude an imposing aura.
This was Old Ghost's theory, and it was surprisingly effective.
Feeling the demonic energy rampaging through his body, Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually became bloodshot.
"My King! A mortal with demonic energy entering their body will certainly die!" Da Huang quickly darted over. "My King, why must you do this..."
Fang Zhiyi's raised hand made him stop dead in his tracks.
"If I came here and nothing changed, then what is the point of my coming?"
"My King, you..."
With every step Fang Zhiyi took, it felt as if his bones were being forcefully crushed by someone, but he did not stop.
"The world of Journey to the West is always this perilous..."
Little Hei patted his shoulder. "Why don't we just forget it?"
"Forget it? Are you insulting me?"
Meanwhile, at Lao Tang's house, he watched as his daughter picked up a kitchen knife with a maniacal laugh, muttering to herself, "I'll hack you to death first, then hack myself to death. Hahahahaha, everyone must die, everyone must die."
"Namo Amitabha..." Lao Tang shivered uncontrollably. Hugging his wife, he never dreamed that these filthy things would actually possess his daughter.
"If I can't kill him, I'll kill you, I'll kill everyone." The possessed woman hummed a little tune as she sharpened the knife. She thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being feared.
Just as she raised the knife with a savage grin, a figure burst through the door and directly kicked her flying.
"Who is it!" The woman turned her head with a ferocious expression, only to see a face even more ferocious than hers.
"Your ancestor!" Enduring the agonizing pain all over his body, Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and slapped a talisman onto the woman. Lao Tang stared blankly as a red-clothed malicious ghost was suddenly ejected from his daughter's body. He screamed in terror and shut his eyes.
"Fang Zhiyi! I hate..."
Before He Yuling could finish her sentence, Fang Zhiyi grabbed her by the hair and began to beat her directly.
"You hate? You messed around yourself, who do you hate? You have terrible taste in men, who do you hate? Did they kill you? You really have no shame, do you? You think you're so great just because you have connections?"
With every question, Fang Zhiyi's fist smashed down. He Yuling was horrified; she didn't understand why Fang Zhiyi had become so terrifying, or why he was able to physically hit her.
When Lao Tang opened his eyes again, the malicious ghost was gone, leaving only a mess on the floor and his unconscious daughter in the house.
However, curses and footsteps could be heard from the street outside. The sounds gradually faded away, accompanied by a woman's pleas for mercy.
As He Yuling fled, she glanced back. Just one look nearly scared her soul away. Behind her, Fang Zhiyi's face was completely twisted, looking even more terrifying than her own.
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.
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.”
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."
'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.
