Sure enough, as the sixth stroke of the wooden fish sounded, the chanting in the shrine grew louder.
Lao Han and Luo Ping's eyes were now somewhat red, and their entire bodies radiated a ferocious aura as they panted heavily.
They were still better off, having gone through the gradual process.
But...
Lin Nan did not. He had been comfortably lying on that special section of flooring, and the sudden blast of chanting nearly made his head explode.
His face instantly turned pale, and he let out a muffled groan as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood landed on the floor and quickly disappeared without a trace.
As Lin Nan grew increasingly irritable, he gritted his teeth and took out a vajra from his bag, gripping it tightly in his hand.
Rays of golden light emanated from the vajra, slowly restoring his calm.
But seeing that the three men were obviously at their limit and could follow the middle-aged woman's fate at any moment, Lin Nan clutched the vajra with a gloomy, uncertain expression.
He had caught a vague glimpse of something about this shrine in an ancient text, but only half a tattered page remained, very unclear.
But now the situation had forced him to gamble.
Staggering over, he carefully circled Xiao Si and looked at the reclining Buddha statue, the dazzling light from the vajra in his hand aimed straight at the statue's head as he smashed it down forcefully.
From that half-page remnant, he could vaguely guess that the key to breaking this plight lay with the Buddha statue, but he couldn't be sure of the exact method, so he could only try brute force for now.
As the vajra came down, the statue's surface shimmered with a layer of blood-red Sanskrit that blocked it outside.
The backlash sent Lin Nan flying back to heavily crash on the ground.
Even the vajra had fine cracks along its surface.
Wrong?
Looking at the statue, Lin Nan felt a trace of despair.
Wang Ye watched this scene unfold with composure, gaining a general understanding of the shrine.
Keeping his body firmly grounded, he controlled Xiao Si to return to his side and used the zafu to cover the first row of spirit tablets.
The energy fluctuations on the tablets gradually faded away, and the zafu remained still.
After doing this, Xiao Si went to Lao Han's side and stiffly extended his hand.
Lao Han paused for a moment, then cautiously backed up two steps despite the pressing chanting, still trying to be greedy.
Wang Ye was a little speechless. The next moment, Xiao Si flashed next to Lao Han and took an incense burner from his bulging pocket.
The burner still had ash inside, emitting a faint fragrance.
Ignoring Lao Han's nervous gaze, Xiao Si brought the burner to the Buddha statue at the back hall with Wang Ye controlling him.
If not for still needing these cannon fodder to explore ahead, Lao Han, Luo Ping, and even Lin Nan would already be dead by now.
Keeping these guys around could still make use of their residual worth.
But the one Wang Ye was most wary of among them was the one wearing his face.
He still wasn't sure where this guy came from.
Ever since entering the shrine, he had just stood motionless in front of the spirit tablet.
Even when Wang Ye deliberately approached him several times to give him a chance to make a move, he just ignored it.
With an imperceptible glance at the figure, Wang Ye controlled Xiao Si to lift the incense burner and gently tap the Buddha statue's left eye.
The left eye's color was slightly darker than the right one. After finding it odd, Wang Ye had examined the statue many times before noticing something off.
It seemed like the left eye's pupil bulged out a little more, and was also slightly different in size.
As Xiao Si moved, the statue's surface shimmered with blood-red Sanskrit again, illuminating the entire back hall in red.
But the incense burner floated through weightlessly and touched the left eye's pupil.
With a soft sound, the pupil contracted, and the statue shook slightly as its belly suddenly split open to reveal a hole.
The chanting in the shrine also gradually faded away.
So the incense burner was needed after all.
After controlling Xiao Si to store away the burner, Wang Ye imitated the ghost's stiff gait and went to the hole, standing motionless before it.
Seeing everyone else harboring the same thoughts, Wang Ye's empty gaze settled on Luo Ping in the corner.
Luo Ping's expression changed, seeming to guess Wang Ye's implied intention, but his feet appeared to have taken root as he didn't move.
Oh? Trying to hide?
Wang Ye sneered internally. He controlled Xiao Si to go next to Luo Ping.
Luo Ping looked a little gloomy but finally went to the hole without a word and was the first to crawl inside.
Next, Wang Ye's gaze landed on Lin Nan.
Lin Nan was quite decisive, boldly going in.
Before Wang Ye could signal him, Lao Han followed closely behind Lin Nan.
After the three cannon fodder went in, Wang Ye's gaze vaguely settled on the figure.
This guy had been mysteriously copying Wang Ye's appearance the entire time, and Wang Ye didn't want to provoke him recklessly.
But leaving him outside made Wang Ye uneasy.
Seemingly sensing Wang Ye's gaze, he finally shifted his eyes away from the spirit tablet to look coldly at Wang Ye, the two locking eyes from afar.
Finally, he entered the back hall under Wang Ye's watch and stepped into the hole in the Buddha's belly.
Wang Ye was slightly relieved. This guy was just too mysterious, unaffected by the spirit tablet, so by reason should be a ghost.
Yet he didn't have a trace of ghostly energy on him. Aside from the slightly stiff walking manner, he looked completely normal.
With some caution, Wang Ye followed behind Xiao Si and crawled in.
Inside the hole was a curved staircase that extended downwards without end.
The nauseating smell of blood permeated the air, making Wang Ye frown slightly.
The cannon fodder were already out of sight, likely at the very front, while the other Wang Ye unhurriedly walked ahead of him.
As they continued down, their surroundings gradually grew darker.
In the darkness, it was as if countless eyes were sizing up Wang Ye. He could vaguely hear cunning laughter in the air.
Finally...
After walking for who knows how long, a ray of light faintly appeared up ahead.
Arriving?
The figure walking ahead entered the light first, and Wang Ye followed closely behind.
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.
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
