"It had to be you to come up with the idea of letting me find one of my transmigrators to take over," Little Hei said.
Fang Zhiyi remained silent.
Little Hei watched Fang Zhiyi stare blankly into the distance, feeling somewhat puzzled. Ever since Yue Anyao disappeared, there had been an emotion in Fang Zhiyi's eyes that it couldn't quite understand—like... restlessness, or perhaps something else entirely.
However, right now, Little Hei had more important things to do than ponder.
Its originally pitch-black body emitted a burst of blue light. Countless nerve-like patterns flashed across its surface like electric currents. This anomaly snapped the dazed Fang Zhiyi back to reality.
"What's going on with you?"
Little Hei didn't answer. Fang Zhiyi immediately went on high alert. Was this a side effect of consuming that system?
Fortunately, after a short while, Little Hei gradually returned to normal.
"I absorbed that system... There's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"
Its words set Fang Zhiyi's mind at ease.
"Spit it out."
"I heard their frequencies... The good news is, I can now disguise myself as one of them and intercept the backgrounds and missions of these transmigrators." Little Hei paused.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Keep going."
"The bad news is... their numbers are far greater than we imagined." It directly transmitted an image to Fang Zhiyi. It was a vast, boundless space, with countless different teleportation portals extending in all directions—a truly spectacular sight.
Fang Zhiyi was stunned.
"If you're thinking of threatening it by eliminating them one by one... it's going to take a very, very long time. The risks are also incredibly high, and it has already noticed our movements."
Seeing Fang Zhiyi still in a daze, Little Hei continued, "There's one more thing... Yue Anyao isn't dead. According to the terms of the contract she signed, unless she is killed in another world, she cannot truly die. Her complete disappearance from your world is proof of that."
Fang Zhiyi shifted his gaze to Little Hei.
Little Hei felt a bit uncomfortable under his stare.
"Of course, since you've already made up your mind, I'll definitely take this risk with you..."
"Did you say you can synchronize with their frequencies?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly asked.
Little Hei nodded.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly burst into laughter. "Then there's no problem."
"If they can play dirty, so can I. The one with nothing to lose fears no one."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhiyi looked back in the direction he had been staring earlier. A woman was sitting on a tombstone not far away, covering her face and weeping with an incredibly miserable sound.
"By the way... she was crying over there just a moment ago."
As if sensing Fang Zhiyi's gaze, the weeping woman suddenly turned her head to look at him. Half of her face was completely rotted away.
"Holy shit! A ghost!" Fang Zhiyi jerked backward, only to hear an elderly voice from behind him.
"Aren't you a ghost too?"
Fang Zhiyi turned around and saw an old man dressed in plain cloth clothes. The old man looked at him and shook his head. "It's normal for young people to have a hard time accepting it at first. Sigh... Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: don't stare at her."
"I'm a ghost?" Fang Zhiyi ignored the old man and tilted his head to look at Little Hei. "Come on, tell me, what exactly am I supposed to do as a ghost?"
Little Hei was also helpless. "There's nothing we can do. Did you forget that we snuck into someone else's territory? We need to be careful..." Seeing the look in Fang Zhiyi's eyes, it finally felt guilty. "You know, I specifically chose someone who was on the verge of dying... Who knew I was just a tiny bit too late... so..."
"Fine, fine, fine. What about the plot? You don't have the plot, and you don't know what's going on outside either, you..." Before Fang Zhiyi could finish, the nerve-like blue lights flared up on Little Hei's body once again.
A moment later, Fang Zhiyi received the mission and also saw the fellow transmigrator in this world.
The plot was actually quite simple.
The female lead, Li Chenxue, was born with Yin-Yang eyes and could see ghosts. However, she was simply too kind-hearted. After helping a few ghosts, she got dragged into a conflict. Through a series of misunderstandings, she embarked on the path of ghost hunting and met the male lead, Qin Shaoqing. Qin Shaoqing was her senior martial brother. Although he always wore a cold expression, he had been secretly protecting his junior sister the entire time.
The two developed feelings for each other over time, but then!
The second male lead appeared!
Once, when Li Chenxue ventured into an underground palace and encountered danger, a man calling himself Gong Yu appeared and saved her. After rescuing her, Gong Yu left on his own, leaving the female lead with only a dashing view of his back and leaving a deep impression in her heart.
After this, whenever the female lead faced danger, she had Qin Shaoqing stepping in from the front and Gong Yu coming to the rescue from the back. It could be said that the female lead was practically invincible. As the plot progressed, the female lead discovered Gong Yu's secret: he was actually a thousand-year-old zombie. He had only awakened after drinking Li Chenxue's blood, and he protected her so fiercely out of gratitude.
Deeply moved, Li Chenxue decided to hide his identity. However, Qin Shaoqing keenly noticed some clues. After a few tests, he confirmed Gong Yu's true identity, and the man and the zombie engaged in a fierce battle.
Although Qin Shaoqing was a bit blinded by love, he was very clear on matters of right and wrong. Even with Li Chenxue standing between them, he still upheld his duty to subdue demons and eradicate evil.
In the end, Qin Shaoqing exhausted all his cultivation to kill Gong Yu, reducing himself to a cripple in the process. Heartbroken, Li Chenxue left the area and founded her own sect, creating a brand new ghost-hunting faction.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Little Hei and, seeing the excitement all over its face, couldn't help but suspect that it had deliberately chosen this world.
Why did this guy love melodramatic plots so much?
Seeing Fang Zhiyi looking at it, Little Hei cleared its throat and coughed. "Ahem, and now the transmigrator has arrived."
Fang Zhiyi's attention was finally diverted.
"According to the information I intercepted, the transmigrator is highly likely a supporter of Gong Yu. She thinks both the female lead and Qin Shaoqing are completely unreasonable. She came this time to save Gong Yu, get rid of Qin Shaoqing, and then create a world where humans and ghosts coexist..."
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Fang Zhiyi couldn't hold back anymore.
"What do you mean?" Little Hei acted very innocent.
"One weirdo was enough, and now there's another? You definitely chose this world on purpose."
"I didn't!" Little Hei felt a bit guilty.
"Then who was the original host? No, what kind of ghost was he?" Fang Zhiyi restrained his temper.
"Oh, the original host... The original host was... absolutely a nobody."
Fang Zhiyi was petrified once again.
Little Hei stroked its chin. "To be fair, their plot progression isn't really all that impressive."
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at it, but as he turned his head, he saw the female ghost with half a missing face standing right in front of him.
"Wuwuwuwuwu..."
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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."
