The one who caused all this didn’t really care, and when the time came, he just reincarnated.
But Liu Xiaohua ended up crossing paths with the heroine and the others. She saw Gong Yu’s true form and screamed to tell everyone, but nobody believed her. Yet the heroine believed it—that was how she discovered Gong Yu’s real identity.
Later, Gong Yu bore a grudge. Liu Xiaohua and nearly everyone in her village died at his hands.
However, the heroine didn’t know this. They were just collateral damage in the heroine and hero’s storyline.
After reading this part of the plot, Little Hei scratched his head. “I just found it interesting, so… like I said, I’m not really familiar with…”
“Shut up,” Fang Zhiyi said as he stood up and drifted toward the girls walking away.
He watched as the other girls abandoned Liu Xiaohua and ran off quickly, even turning back to scare her as they left, their voices full of smugness.
Liu Xiaohua crouched in front of a tombstone, trembling. She cautiously looked up, and her gaze accidentally met Fang Zhiyi’s. Terrified, she quickly lowered her head.
Fang Zhiyi understood now: Little Hei’s added backstory was real.
“The password… the password… I haven’t told my wife my password yet…” A male ghost drifted back and forth, muttering to himself.
Liu Xiaohua instinctively covered her ears.
Other ghosts noticed this human girl. Having recently died, they were drawn to her living, vital energy and began circling around her.
It seemed that even without the original owner’s interference, this girl would have met trouble today.
Fang Zhiyi sighed at the sight of her curled up there, even though he had no breath to sigh with.
“Why is she trembling? Can she see me? Can she see me?” The man who had been muttering about his password grew agitated and slowly moved closer to Liu Xiaohua.
But the next moment, his hair was grabbed by Fang Zhiyi. The male ghost struggled, only to get punched in the gut.
“Get lost!”
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes burned with murderous intent.
“You… you want to keep her all to yourself…” Another ghost didn’t get to finish before Fang Zhiyi kicked him flying.
Only then did the others recall how this new ghost had brutally beaten a vicious spirit yesterday.
Though resentful, they dared not challenge Fang Zhiyi as he stood with his hands on his hips in front of Liu Xiaohua. They grumbled and scattered, their eyes full of reluctance.
Fang Zhiyi simply sat cross-legged on a nearby tombstone.
Liu Xiaohua still crouched there, but she had stopped trembling.
“So, just say it—aren’t you afraid that Qin Shaoqing will charge in here and off you?” Little Hei suddenly asked.
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. “Rushing into a cemetery to catch ghosts? He wouldn’t do that.” He had once been a Taoist priest himself and knew the rules of their kind. At least, you couldn’t camp out at someone’s spawn point to grind monsters. A cemetery was a gathering place for souls waiting for reincarnation. Stirring up trouble there would bring huge karmic consequences.
“Even with all that talk, you still can’t get out.”
“Can you shut up? Guess whose fault it is that I can’t get out?”
“Uh… the weather’s nice today…”
As the sky gradually brightened, the wandering ghosts nearby retreated to their one-room graves.
Fang Zhiyi jumped down from the tombstone and gazed at the distant mountains glowing with dawn. “Be careful on your own. Don’t come here again unless you have to.”
With that, he patted his butt and headed toward his own grave. His soul was strong, but even he had to yield to the natural order.
After Fang Zhiyi left, Liu Xiaohua suddenly lifted her head to stare at the ghost’s retreating back. She knew that without him, she would have been doomed last night. But after looking around, she tried to stand and run. Her legs, numb from crouching too long, gave way, and she fell to the ground.
“Hey, aren’t you going to ask her to take you out?” Little Hei felt a tinge of regret.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. “She’s just an ordinary person who can see ghosts. How could she get me out? Have some decency.”
“Then what’s your plan?” Little Hei realized he had messed up the target and that it was going to be tricky.
“You ask how often the ghosts here enter reincarnation?” Liu Sandao looked at Fang Zhiyi before him, mulling it over. “A death spirit comes to collect souls about every seven days…”
“How have you managed to stay here all this time?” Fang Zhiyi asked.
Liu Sandao chuckled. “Simple—just don’t leave.”
“Don’t leave?” Fang Zhiyi was stunned. Were the death spirits in this world so easygoing?
“But if you can enter the cycle of reincarnation, you should go as soon as possible,” Liu Sandao said, his face full of sincerity. “Ghosts who refuse to leave are those with unfinished karma—either waiting for someone, seeking revenge, or just plain crazy. If you stay out of sight, the death spirits won’t force you to leave. But if you linger too long, your memories as a human will gradually fade, and you’ll become a wandering soul, liable to die at the hands of other vicious ghosts or Taoist priests…”
“You’re lying to me,” Fang Zhiyi suddenly said.
Liu Sandao looked innocent. “What am I lying to you about?”
“How are you still fine?”
Liu Sandao paused, then burst into laughter. “How am I still fine? I… I’ve already forgotten who I am or where I came from.” He turned and pointed at his own tombstone. “There are so many words on it, but I only recognize my own name. I can’t make sense of any of the others…”
Fang Zhiyi stared at him. “Then why don’t you want to go reincarnate?”
“Why don’t I want to go reincarnate? I…” Liu Sandao froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. “That’s right. Why haven’t I gone reincarnating? I…”
As his head began to wobble and a black haze crept over his pupils, Fang Zhiyi knew something was wrong. He immediately raised his hand and slapped him hard.
The slap jolted Liu Sandao back to his senses, and he looked at Fang Zhiyi in bewilderment. “Why did you hit me, young man? Bullying an old man like me?”
Fang Zhiyi shook his head in frustration and looked at the other ghosts in the cemetery. Most wore blank expressions, while a few muttered to one another about something unknown.
Liu Sandao suddenly asked, “Hey, what were you asking me just now? Was it about…”
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. “Shut up.”
Liu Sandao shrank his neck, clasped his hands behind his back, and trudged toward his own grave. “Times have changed, people have no respect anymore… I’m getting old…”
Before long, Fang Zhiyi saw the death spirits. Two figures in black, their features completely unclear, simply appeared out of nowhere. They drifted slowly from one end to the other, with souls wishing to reincarnate trailing behind them. Strangely, as those souls followed, they grew numb and expressionless, walking forward mechanically.
Liu Sandao had long since retreated into his grave. As he said, even if you didn’t want to leave, it was better not to loiter in front of the death spirits.
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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."
