“Did you hear? There’s a big thug out at Eastern Hill Cemetery!”
“A thug? Aren’t those everywhere?”
“No, I mean one of us ghosts!”
“A ghost? A big thug? You mean a lecherous ghost?”
“Pfft, why don’t you get it!”
Two ghosts were whispering, but suddenly one of them looked panicked.
“What’s wrong?” the other ghost asked.
“A ghost catcher is coming! Let’s get out of here!”
Hearing the words “ghost catcher,” the other ghost spun around immediately, and the two vanished into the alley.
“Senior Disciple, you don’t have to follow me,” Li Chenxue said, her hair tied up in a high ponytail, dressed like she had just stepped out of a school campus.
“Before Master passed away, he instructed me, as your senior disciple, to ensure your safety. Besides, with your yin-yang eyes, you’re prone to attracting those things,” Qin Shaoqing replied, his expression cold and stern.
“Alright, alright, then I’ll treat you to a late-night snack?” Li Chenxue said with a smile.
Qin Shaoqing gave her a quick glance before looking away. “No need. Eating too much at night isn’t good, and I still have to do today’s practice when I get back.”
“Senior Disciple, you’re good at everything, but you’re just too rigid,” Li Chenxue said helplessly. Then she stopped in her tracks, staring at a wandering figure not far away.
But Qin Shaoqing was faster than her. He dashed over in almost a few steps, already pulling out his peachwood sword.
“Senior Disciple, stop!” Li Chenxue shouted.
Normally, Qin Shaoqing would have already dispelled the wandering ghost before him, but hearing her crisp voice, he couldn’t bring himself to lower the peachwood sword.
Li Chenxue ran up to him, panting. “Senior Disciple, it’s... not all ghosts want to harm people... You can’t be so cruel.”
Qin Shaoqing looked at the girl before him, opened his mouth, but held back his words.
“Why have you stayed in the mortal world? Is there a wish you want to fulfill?” Li Chenxue asked the wild ghost.
The ghost, already terrified of Qin Shaoqing, seized the chance of survival. “I, I, I want... I want to go home... go home and take a look!”
Li Chenxue shot Qin Shaoqing a look that screamed “See? I told you.” Then she asked, “Where is your home? I’ll take you back.”
At that question, the ghost suddenly became disoriented.
“Where is my home? Where is my home? My home... I don’t remember...” It clutched its head in agony, as if plunged into immense suffering.
“Are you okay?” Li Chenxue reached out to touch it, but the ghost abruptly turned around, its face twisted with malice.
But Qin Shaoqing’s peachwood sword was faster.
With a single strike, the gaping ghost’s head was sliced in half, its body collapsing and gradually dissolving into ash.
Seeing his stunned junior disciple, Qin Shaoqing’s tone remained flat. “Ghosts lingering in the mortal world all have obsessions. They’re no longer human and won’t appreciate kindness.”
“No, I don’t believe it! The two ghosts I helped before were perfectly fine!” Li Chenxue retorted.
Qin Shaoqing looked at her, shaking his head.
Not far away, a woman in a hooded cloak watched as Li Chenxue argued with Qin Shaoqing.
“What a naive girl. System, if I just keep an eye on her, I’ll find Gong Yu?”
“Host, yes. But the system still recommends you learn some spells for dealing with ghosts first.”
“Can’t I buy them from your store?”
“Yes, but it requires points...”
But the woman didn’t take the system’s words seriously, lost in her own excitement.
“I’m finally going to see the living Gong Yu! I’m so thrilled! As long as I resurrect him before the female lead, he’ll surely be with me! Then forget about that arrogant Qin Shaoqing or that fake female lead—pfft, they can all get lost!”
The system felt a bit speechless watching its host. It had originally sensed a strong willpower in this host and chosen her, but clearly, all she cared about was that zombie king.
Whatever. It’d take it one step at a time.
In the end, it had to unify the world through the host—whether she was catching ghosts or becoming one herself.
At the entrance of Eastern Hill Cemetery, Fang Zhiyi crouched there with a troubled look.
Liu Sandao stood beside him. “See, I told you. Ghosts buried here can’t leave.”
Fang Zhiyi ignored him. He’d already tried countless times: every time he walked out the gate, he’d be back in the cemetery the next moment.
“Little Hei.”
“I’m here.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m here’? Look! What do we do now? Wait around for reincarnation?”
“Uh... As I said before, I’m not really familiar with this world, you know...”
“Someone’s coming,” Liu Sandao warned suddenly, then bolted back to his own grave. That was the rule for ghosts—you never knew if the approaching person was an ordinary human, a celestial master, or a heretic cultivating ghosts.
Fang Zhiyi watched several girls pass by him, chattering noisily.
The girls were holding flashlights, their faces full of excitement, except for one who looked utterly terrified.
“Liu Xiaohua, if you dare spend the night here, we’ll stop bullying you tomorrow!”
“Yeah!”
Fang Zhiyi watched them shove the girl named Liu Xiaohua.
Tch, bullies again.
He was already numb to it. Just as he was about to rack his brain on how to escape, Little Hei suddenly let out a yelp.
Fang Zhiyi jumped. “What’s wrong with you?”
Little Hei looked at him with a complex expression. “Um, you won’t scold me, will you?”
“Huh?”
“As I said, since we’re on someone else’s turf, it’s understandable that the intel I grabbed is incomplete. But you...”
“If you don’t spit it out, I’ll fight you to the death right now,” Fang Zhiyi glared at it.
“Well, uh...” Listening to the girls chattering as they walked deeper, Little Hei directly connected its tentacles to Fang Zhiyi’s brain. “See for yourself!”
The person Fang Zhiyi had possessed was also surnamed Fang. True to what Little Hei had said, he was just an ordinary passerby—unremarkable in every way. Yet he had appeared in the male and female leads’ story.
And all of it was tied to Liu Xiaohua, who had just passed by.
Liu Xiaohua also had yin-yang eyes, which had led to her being bullied by the other villagers since childhood. After her parents died, they called her a jinx and a freak. What just happened was the encounter between Liu Xiaohua and the original owner.
It was simple enough: Liu Xiaohua, picked on by the other girls, was forced to spend a night alone in the cemetery. The clueless original owner found out she could see him and latched onto her, which attracted other ghosts. Liu Xiaohua could only see ghosts but couldn’t handle them, and the constant torment from these spirits broke her fragile nerves, driving her insane.
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
