I do hope you can live as long as possible. After all, our Tian Group... has too little foundation.
The breeze blew Zhang ZiLiang's clothes, distracting his thoughts a little.
Li Xinghe coughed twice, looking even weaker: People are bound to die eventually. It's just that before death, there is always some warmth left to give. The future still depends on you young people.
Having said that, Li Xinghe wearily closed his eyes.
When looking again, he had already fallen asleep.
Taking off his coat, Zhang ZiLiang gently draped it over Li Xinghe and overlooked the city, lost in thought.
I hope one day... I can see that prosperous age again.
However, Wang Ye seemed to have searched the suburbs several times through the intelligence website, very interested in the cemetery there.
But...
It's impossible for a place like this to be listed on a website.
Moreover, even just an old gravedigger has been safe and sound in a cemetery like this that even Tian Group hasn't noticed. It probably would have faded away long ago.
However, Zhang ZiLiang could always sense a kindred spirit in Wang Ye.
They were the same kind of people.
I hope in another 20 years, you can take over from me.
Zhang ZiLiang muttered to himself, overlooking the city again, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about. Only a hint of weariness flashed across his face.
At the same time, Wang Ye finally walked to the end of the passage and stepped out.
The basement was filled with dampness and chill.
The space wasn't particularly big, about a circle smaller than the previous building.
The walls were made of blue bricks, but they were covered in dried blood stains, looking somewhat dark red.
Surrounding the walls was a circle of torture devices.
A seat full of spikes, wooden pillars for tying people up, chains, whips, braziers, branding irons, ropes!
Seeing the rope, Wang Ye froze for a moment.
This...
Was exactly the same as the ghost rope given by the post office, in style, length, and aura.
Could this place be related to the post office too? Was that why the post office didn't want him to come here?
But oddly, even the blue bricks on the walls had been dyed red with blood.
Yet these devices were all very clean.
Even the iron spikes on that seat shone with a faint cold gleam.
Only in the corner, a head hung from the ceiling by a hemp rope used for hanging.
The head looked as if it had just been chopped off, with intact flesh and even a somewhat rosy complexion.
In the middle of the torture devices sat a coffin.
The coffin was made entirely of redwood, nailed with a familiar bronze nail.
On the ground, you could vaguely see drag marks.
It looked like someone had dragged the coffin in from outside, but didn't have time to deal with it, and had hastily thrown the ropes, whips and branding irons aside before hurriedly leaving.
Seeing this chaotic scene before him, Wang Ye kept imagining the events of that year in his mind.
What exactly had happened back then?
What made them leave in such a hurry?
Was it because they had the ghost rope from the post office, or because the post office had collected some of their torture devices?
Or had he underestimated the post office?
In Wang Ye's opinion, the most valuable thing about this trip to the Ancient Domain was not those creepy items or devices, but these traces that symbolized ancient clues.
This was the nourishment Wang Ye needed most right now.
Including the Buddhist scripture he had snatched at the risk of his life, if he could get out alive, he might be able to understand the Buddhists and this world better.
But the others didn't think so.
Seeing so many torture devices, everyone's eyes instantly lit up.
Especially Mao Yong'an, like a hungry wolf, took off his large black backpack and kept throwing everything he could pick up into it.
The girl picked up a branding iron, but the Buddhist youth walked over lightly and punched the girl on the shoulder.
The girl grunted and flew back.
The Buddhist youth then gracefully picked up the branding iron and put it in his own bag before heading to the next place.
On the ground, the girl clutched her shoulder with a cold gleam in her eyes.
Gritting her teeth, she stood up again and reached for another torture device.
The seemingly weak middle-aged man gently coughed and blocked the girl.
Looting in the Ancient Domain was originally a contest of power, opportunity and fortune.
None of the people present, who could enjoy the respectful address of "Old Master of Yin" outside, were weak. The girl was alone and still somewhat immature in strength and mind.
Why should they share with her?
The girl was clearly furious and couldn't help but scold: “I am from the Qingfeng Stockade!”
“Whoever stops me again, beware of being held accountable by my stockade elders!”
Hearing the girl's words, everyone stopped for a second collectively.
Wang Ye looked at the little girl with some pity.
He didn't actually know much about the Qingfeng Stockade, only hearing a little from Zhang ZiLiang before entering the Ancient Domain.
The Qingfeng Stockade was a self-proclaimed village.
It wasn't big and didn't have many people.
But the villagers there generally weren't weak, and the stockade master and several elders were top masters.
Most importantly, the Qingfeng Stockade only sought benefits, not fame.
Wherever there were benefits, there would be them, even bullying the weak and ganging up on individuals, completely unscrupulously, without any psychological burden or shame.
And because there were few Qingfeng villagers, they had an iron-blooded rule.
Qingfeng villagers could be injured, but not killed.
Whoever killed a villager would be hunted by the Qingfeng Stockade forever.
Although somewhat overbearing, they were feared because of their own strength.
But...
If she revealed her identity outside, she might still have a chance to live.
But in this place...
She wouldn't need to make a move herself now.
Sure enough, the Buddhist youth, the weak middle-aged man, and Mao Yong'an exchanged silent glances the next second.
Then they tacitly attacked the girl from three directions at the same time.
Of course, Mao Yong'an only participated symbolically. After all, if he didn't make a move, there would be the risk of selling out the other two later.
This was equivalent to filing charges.
Share, or die together.
As for Wang Ye, he was with Mao Yong'an, endorsed by Mao.
And the other three...
How could ghosts snitch!
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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
