The personal disciples' faces were filled with disbelief.
Throughout the whole ordeal, only Xu Ruolin remained silent.
"She is quite smart... much smarter than that idiot," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath, suppressing the continuously churning vitality within his body.
"Wait!"
As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped.
"Let me correct you all on one thing." Fang Zhiyi smiled as he looked at them. The dim-witted female cultivator was still glaring at him with a face full of defiance.
"I did not collude with demonic cultivators, because... I can also be a demonic cultivator."
"Master! You heard him, he admitted it himself that he is a demonic cultivator!" the female cultivator exclaimed in excitement.
But to her surprise, apart from her, no one else dared to speak. Instead, several Law Enforcement Hall disciples who had been watching like tigers glaring at their prey scolded her, "What demonic cultivator! How could Junior Brother Fang be a demonic cultivator! I think you are the one colluding with demonic cultivators!"
"Elder Lin! Say something! Aren't you sword cultivators the most intolerant of evil?" the female cultivator began to panic.
Elder Lin was exactly the sword cultivator elder from before. He looked at this female cultivator, wishing he could slap her a few times in his heart. You idiot, can't you read the situation right now? If this madman Fang Zhiyi wanted to, he could absolutely slaughter them all! Moreover, the cultivation world has always respected strength above all. The Sect Master was refusing to make a move now, which meant he definitely had his eyes on Fang Zhiyi's cultivation method. For a cultivator, what could be more important than ascension?
"I think you have suffered from qi deviation! Sect Master, I believe we should cripple her cultivation base and expel her from the sect!"
"What did you say! You old thing! Don't you always say you like me on normal days? Don't you want to be my Dao companion anymore?"
Fang Zhiyi perked up his ears. To think there was actually gossip to enjoy here?
"Nonsense! Drag her down immediately! Cripple her cultivation base!" Elder Lin was clearly a bit flustered. He then squeezed out a smile and looked at Fang Zhiyi. "Um... do you think this is appropriate?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"It's acceptable... Oh right, I think these few can also be expelled from the sect together with her." He pointed at the Sect Master's other personal disciples. The Sect Master's expression changed. "Fang Zhiyi, well... they haven't offended you..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him with some amusement. "Of course they haven't, but I just find them an eyesore. Is that okay?"
"Okay!" the Sect Master gritted his teeth. "However, your Eldest Senior Sister has never offended you. She can stay, right?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Of course she can."
The Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Ruolin could be said to be his number one seed disciple. If she could stay, that would naturally be for the best. He had even entertained the thought of making a move just now.
But Fang Zhiyi's next action terrified everyone into a stupor.
The sudden, miserable shriek of the continuously silent Xu Ruolin startled even Little Hei.
"No way, have you really gone mad?"
Fang Zhiyi directly snapped Xu Ruolin's arm.
The elders and the Sect Master watched helplessly.
"So noisy." Fang Zhiyi turned his head again and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
Another miserable shriek rang out; both of Xu Ruolin's arms were broken.
"You!" The Sect Master pointed at Fang Zhiyi. "They only verbally slandered you, and I have already ordered people to cripple their cultivation bases and expel them from the sect. Ruolin has never offended you, yet you actually..."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him impatiently, looked around, and then suddenly sneered.
"So it turns out to be nothing more than this. You kept saying you loved her to death, but watching your sweetheart being tortured, you don't even dare to let out a fart?"
These seemingly baseless words left everyone baffled.
Only Xu Ruolin, whose face was filled with agony, seemed to have thought of something and looked at Fang Zhiyi with absolute terror.
Immediately after, a figure suddenly darted out from the crowd. The person's form gradually transformed in mid-air, and monstrous black energy almost completely enveloped the surroundings.
"Let her go! I, Ning Xiaoyao, will not rest until either you or I are dead!"
The crowd was even more shocked. Ning Xiaoyao? When did Demon Venerable Ning Xiaoyao arrive?
"She kept quiet the whole time, she was probably communicating with you, right? You keep claiming I colluded with demonic cultivators, but who would have known that the radiant Eldest Senior Sister of the Thousand Spirits Sect is the one actually colluding with demonic cultivators."
"Ruolin? You..." The Sect Master's mind was in complete chaos.
The current scene was also chaotic. Many people looked at Ning Xiaoyao warily, but some also looked at Fang Zhiyi in horror. Today was truly a bit too thrilling, so thrilling that they couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Ning Xiaoyao had no eyes for anyone else; he only looked with deep concern at Xu Ruolin, who was being held by her hair. He then gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Zhiyi. "Let her go! Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? You'll go on a killing spree? Suit yourself." Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
Ning Xiaoyao waved his hand, and a black banner appeared in his grasp. Countless streams of black mist surged out from the banner, rapidly condensing into ferocious evil spirits that circled him, occasionally letting out mournful, shrill shrieks.
Fang Zhiyi snorted disdainfully. He suddenly clamped a hand onto the back of Xu Ruolin's neck, and with a violent pull, Xu Ruolin's spine was ripped straight out!
This bloody scene left everyone present dumbfounded.
Ning Xiaoyao was just getting ready to spit out some harsh words, but he never expected that this opponent wouldn't give him the chance to speak at all!
Fang Zhiyi tossed aside Xu Ruolin's lifeless body, then casually grabbed at the air, snatching Xu Ruolin's primordial spirit into his grip.
"Bastard! You actually... killed my beloved! This Venerable will have your entire Thousand Spirits Sect buried with her! This Venerable..." Halfway through his threats, Ning Xiaoyao received a slap to the face. His floating body smashed straight into the ground, and the banner in his hand was snatched away by Fang Zhiyi.
"Did you cultivate just to talk tough?" Fang Zhiyi spat downward.
Ning Xiaoyao shot up from the ground. "You bastard!" An immensely powerful aura erupted from his body.
The others all backed away. The Sect Master was scheming in his heart, planning to let these two Void Refinement realm demonic cultivators fight to the death before seizing the opportunity to strike. He merely gave a meaningful look to the other elders, and they understood, retreating one after another.
Fang Zhiyi sneered. He simply bent his knee and smashed the stolen banner horizontally against it. With two consecutive strikes, he forcefully snapped the demonic artifact in half. The black vengeful spirits trapped within the banner scattered and fled, some even lunging at the Thousand Spirits Sect disciples below!
"You destroyed my demonic artifact!" Ning Xiaoyao's nose was twisted in anger.
"No, did you forget I just killed your wife?"
"You damn bug!"
"Fight, fight, fight to the death!" The Sect Master was somewhat thrilled. Thinking about how he could soon reap the benefits of their conflict and even interrogate Fang Zhiyi for his wicked cultivation method, he could hardly contain his excitement. As for his eldest disciple? Dead was dead.
However, Ning Xiaoyao's fierce offensive was abruptly blocked by Fang Zhiyi.
"Void Refinement realm? I've killed several."
"You, you..." Ning Xiaoyao's eyes widened, his handsome face written all over with astonishment.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
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.
