The key to this world is that the Demon Venerable Ning Xiaoyao and the Qianling Sect's proud daughter of heaven, Xu Ruolin, developed feelings for each other, which triggered a war between the righteous and demonic factions. During the second great war, Ning Xiaoyao couldn't bear to kill Xu Ruolin and willingly used his body to block a sword, ultimately ending up reduced to ashes. Because of this, Xu Ruolin also realized that she deeply loved Ning Xiaoyao. However, she couldn't ask anyone else for help. After thinking it over, she thought of you. She painstakingly cultivated you just to create a suitable body for Ning Xiaoyao.
Little Hei finished explaining the key points in one breath.
Fang Zhiyi nodded; this kind of trope was quite familiar to him.
Suddenly, a person wearing the same outer sect disciple uniform appeared in front of him. He frowned and looked at Fang Zhiyi: Handyman, have you washed the clothes I told you to wash?
Fang Zhiyi didn't even look at him, but instead asked Little Hei, Your state isn't right... Are you hiding something from me?
Little Hei pondered for a moment: ...I don't think I should hide it from you, so I'm going to give you two choices.
Hey? Are you deaf? The disciple became a little angry, stepped forward, and kicked the basin, sending water splashing everywhere.
You can return to your original world now... Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi's eyes suddenly widened. Really?
Yeah... After all, we've come this far...
Then what is the other choice you're giving me?
You dare to ignore me? The disciple stepped forward to grab Fang Zhiyi's collar, but Fang Zhiyi directly slapped his hand away. Instead, he grabbed the disciple's hair and shoved his face straight into the washbasin full of clothes.
...Continue transmigrating with me. Little Hei glanced at the flailing, struggling disciple. But it might be a bit dangerous. However, you need to know... you are also its target.
Fang Zhiyi frowned and began to think.
But thinking of that monster he saw before entering this world, he shook his head. I really don't think I have the ability to deal with that thing, especially since you said it's even stronger than you...
Little Hei stared at Fang Zhiyi. Do you remember the last time you returned to your own body? It had its eyes on you long ago.
Fang Zhiyi asked in return, But it can't always be like this... How much time will it take? How many worlds do we need to go to?
Wait, that guy in your hands is about to die.
Fang Zhiyi lifted his hand, and the disciple gasped for air. Having just recovered, he glared at Fang Zhiyi. You trash... blub blub blub...
It's fine, he can still hold on.
Honestly, I don't know how long it will take either... Actually, I noticed it looking for me earlier... so I've always been very careful. But there's no helping it. It won't allow an existence like me to continue growing and threaten its position... Even if you choose to go back and live a normal person's life now, it won't let you off.
Why do I feel like you're threatening me?
I'm not threatening you, I'm just stating the facts.
Fang Zhiyi and Little Hei fell silent at the same time; only that disciple was constantly struggling.
So you later started looking for taskers like me to confuse it.
I had that in mind, but it was also to absorb the power needed to grow. Little Hei was quite honest.
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit helpless. I just don't understand. Can't existences like you coexist peacefully? Why must you fight and kill?
If you were a villain, would you show mercy to those who might pose a threat to you in the future?
I find that your brain has gotten quite sharp now.
I'm flattered.
Fang Zhiyi lifted the disciple's head up again. The disciple's face was now deathly pale. Looking at Fang Zhiyi, he was scared.
Junior Brother, Junior Brother, spare me this time, I was wrong, I was wrong!
Fang Zhiyi frowned slightly. Get lost.
He released the disciple, and the guy scrambled out, crawling and stumbling. He was probably going to tattle.
You have to let me think about it... Honestly, I don't think I can help you much, just like I don't think you can help me much either.
Little Hei shrugged his shoulders; his demeanor was simply a miniature version of Fang Zhiyi.
It all depends on your own choice... It's just that since it can send people to directly attack you, you probably won't be able to live a peaceful life.
Little Hei... You've learned quite a bit of human thinking from me, but there's one thing you haven't learned.
What is it?
Emotion.
Little Hei looked at Fang Zhiyi with some confusion.
What I mean is... bonds, do you understand? Of course, you don't have a mother, so you wouldn't understand.
I feel like you're cursing me, and cursing me really harshly at that. Little Hei suddenly laughed. But I think I know your choice.
Fang Zhiyi stood up. Listening to the clamor outside the door, he straightened his clothes.
No one doesn't want to go home... No matter what, take it one day at a time and do what needs to be done. Let's solve the trouble in front of us first.
Fang Zhiyi! Come out! To think you dared to lay a hand on me! You're just a piece of trash at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet you dared to sneak attack me! The disciple who had been let go earlier was now full of anger. To make himself look better, he even described Fang Zhiyi's actions as a sneak attack.
And behind him stood several helpers.
I used to find it strange that no matter what world it is, bullying always exists. Fang Zhiyi pushed open the door and looked at the people in front of him.
Come out! Today I want you to kowtow and apologize to me! If it weren't for the fact that you stole the spirit herbs from Eldest Senior Sister and the others back then, you'd still just be a piece of trash at the Qi Condensation stage! Do you think you can really reach the heavens in a single bound? Even if you absorbed the spirit herbs, you're still just a...
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. Yo, your hairstyle is quite unique. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?
These words entered the disciple's ears, no different from naked provocation.
Trash! Today I'll teach you a good lesson!
Some disciples watching the commotion around them were whispering. They originally looked down on the honest Fang Zhiyi, and were even more filled with jealousy after he suddenly obtained a fortuitous encounter and broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage.
But Fang Zhiyi calmly took a step forward.
Suddenly, the entire scene quieted down.
Senior Brother, did you feel that just now? Someone suddenly looked around.
Yes, it seems... Someone frowned. The spiritual energy is flowing rapidly!
Everyone present was a cultivating disciple. Their ability to perceive spiritual energy was almost as simple as breathing and drinking water, and they also noticed that the spiritual energy around them was currently surging continuously toward that piece of trash.
You look quite like a giant vacuum cleaner, Little Hei said slowly. But with the original owner's body, is it really okay for you to do this?
Heh... It was fine when you didn't mention it, but once you brought up that I can go home... it makes me a little impatient.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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."
