"Can you bear the responsibility for his theft of heavenly secrets?"
"Bah, like you've stolen any less?" Nezha opened his mouth and cursed.
Yang Jian quickly covered his mouth. "He's just a child speaking without thinking, no offense meant."
"Fine, fine, let's not talk about heavenly secrets. He killed my disciple, this matter..."
"When you're out in the world, it all comes down to your own skills. Your disciple was killed because he was bad at what he learned, who can you blame?"
Whether intentionally or not, Nezha broke free from Yang Jian's grasp. "Have some shame! The disciples you take in are worse than the last! Since when does killing mortals count as merit? Don't think we don't know what you've been doing. One moment you create a vicious ghost to harm human lives, and the next you send your own disciples to vanquish demons to pass their trials. Have you no shame? If you've got what it takes, let's fight for real! Come on! You... mm, mm!"
"Just a child speaking nonsense, no offense," Yang Jian continued to smile.
Holy Mother Lingxi's face looked ugly. She glanced at Fang Zhiyi, knowing that it was highly unlikely she could kill him now. She simply raised her hand gently, and the large seal pressing down on the heads of over a dozen demon kings gradually flew up, shrinking back to its original size as it returned to her hand.
"Since that is the case, this venerable one will spare him this time." Saying so, Holy Mother Lingxi turned around. Just in the moment when everyone relaxed, a beam of white light shot straight toward Fang Zhiyi. However, just as it was about to pierce through him, the whisk in Heavenly Venerable Lingde's hand swung again, directly deflecting the white light.
"This old hag, still trying to sneak attack? I can't stand for this!" Nezha was about to move but was held down by Yang Jian again.
Sun Wukong spun his golden cudgel in his hand and laughed, "If the Holy Mother's hands are itching, how about Old Sun visits your door to seek guidance another day?"
"High Immortal, you have truly gone a bit too far." Heavenly Venerable Lingde's face remained calm, but there was a faint trace of killing intent in his tone.
Holy Mother Lingxi swept her gaze over these immortals, snorted coldly, and gradually floated away on a cloud.
"You f***..." Fang Zhiyi cursed.
Sun Wukong interrupted him. "You don't really think you can beat her, do you? Count yourself lucky today that you could get this Heavenly Venerable Lingde to help you."
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at the Ancestral Master mentioned by the Black Bear Spirit, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"No matter. After all, having received people's incense offerings, if I do nothing, I'd inevitably be cursed at while being pointed at by the nose." That Ancestral Master glanced at Fang Zhiyi, turned around, and disappeared. Fang Zhiyi looked around uncomfortably.
Several disciples of the Ancestral Master were catching up with the Black Bear Spirit. The Black Bear Spirit was crying like a three-hundred-pound child, while its master slowly stroked its head to comfort it.
Nezha dug around in his clothes and threw something at Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi caught it. It was a mouse. The mouse was clearly frightened and was struggling constantly.
"I was a little late, he was beaten back into his original form. But fortunately, his life was spared," Nezha said.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the mouse in his hand. It obviously didn't recognize Fang Zhiyi at all and just kept struggling blindly.
He turned around and entrusted the mouse to Da Huang, then slowly turned back. "You three, I'm afraid you didn't come just to save me."
Yang Jian shook his head. "Don't look at me, I'm just here to watch the show."
Nezha crossed his arms. "I only came because they said there was a fight. Second Brother, you tricked me again."
Fang Zhiyi looked at Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong looked at him. "Are you done with your business?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then shook his head. "There is one more thing."
Sun Wukong thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "That red and white evil spirit array set up by some amateur, right?"
The master of the Black Bear Spirit chimed in from the side, "Great Sage, you can just leave this matter to us to handle."
Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the senior brothers of the Black Bear Spirit turned and left.
Nezha muttered, "They're crazy too. Just to create a tribulation, they forcefully schemed against an entire town of people. This red and white evil spirit array was prepared to block those wandering Daoists. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Second Brother, why didn't you let me fight her just now?"
"Don't be noisy," Yang Jian gently patted Nezha's shoulder and glanced at Fang Zhiyi. "Him taking action is a matter of the mortal realm. If we take action, it would drag the Three Realms into it."
"Thank you, great... deities. My wish is fulfilled," Fang Zhiyi bowed slightly.
Sun Wukong laughed, "It's strange to say, but you seem to know everything. You're an interesting kid."
"Great King!" Da Huang was the first to grab a weapon and stand in front of him, glaring fiercely at Sun Wukong and the other two.
"Quite imposing," Sun Wukong laughed heartily.
The other demon kings also gathered around. "Monkey! You killed our Great King once, we will absolutely not let you succeed a second time today!"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "I didn't want to drag you into this originally, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. You don't need to protect me anymore. I... I'm really at my limit."
Saying so, a mist of blood suddenly burst from his body, and blood flowed from all his seven orifices.
"Great King!"
"Great King!"
Sun Wukong looked at him. "Forcefully absorbing demon qi, ghost qi, and immortal qi to steal the power of the Heavenly Dao... You really are a madman." After a pause, he added, "Why is it that every time we meet, you're about to die? Never mind, never mind, perhaps this is your destiny. I guess I can go back and report my mission complete now. Just to buy you a little time, I ended up offending people again."
Wisps of aura emitting a faint light seeped out of Fang Zhiyi's body and slowly rose. That was the Heavenly Dao destiny that Little Hei had stolen.
His human body gradually began to crumble.
His actions this time had an element of a gamble. Fortunately, he won the bet, and Fang Zhiyi was quite satisfied with that.
All the immortals and demons present watched this scene helplessly.
What they didn't expect, however, was that although his body turned to ash, Fang Zhiyi's soul remained standing in place, surprisingly emitting a faint white light.
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows. "I truly didn't expect this."
"What a good scheme, those old fogeys," Sun Wukong also looked up at the sky.
"So that's how it is. Killing is a tribulation, saving people is the Dao... The little friend has also become an immortal." The master of the Black Bear Spirit sighed with emotion. "Destiny, it is all destiny."
"Great King..." Da Huang and the others looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement. The Great King was indeed the Great King, he actually became an immortal!
Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. "Great Sage, you know, I don't like being arranged by others."
"Hmm?"
Sun Wukong saw that little pitch-black thing grab Fang Zhiyi's soul and run, forcefully breaking away from the guiding path of the Immortal Realm.
"This kid... interesting."
Nezha stared at Little Hei's figure. "Can that thing be eaten?"
The Black Bear Spirit looked at them in confusion, then turned back to look at its master.
The master stroked its big head. "Even among immortals, there are struggles and schemes. You will understand in the future." Turning his head, he saw his other disciples returning, clearly having finished their task.
"Master, are you leaving again? I, I..." The Black Bear Spirit was about to cry out loud again.
"We are not leaving for now. The Ancestral Master said that the destiny between us as master and disciple is not yet over. I only brought you into the Dao, but forgot to teach you about the hearts of people in this world."
Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Court, an old man was once again tinkering with the game board before him, his brow furrowing from time to time. "Changed again?" He raised his hand, reaching to grasp a black piece that had darted off the board, but his hand hesitated in mid-air. After a moment, he shook his head. "Never mind. We shall leave it to your own destiny."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
