"Brother, you're so slow," Zhou Han said as she tied her hair in two cute braids. She pouted as she saw Wang Ye from afar, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Let's head out," Wang Ye said calmly, used to Zhou Han's antics.
Zhou Han glared at Wang Ye, unsatisfied. "Boring!" She said, before skipping to the city gate and showing her ID to the inspector.
Afterwards, under the respectful gaze of the inspector, the two passed through a thin, pale blue light barrier and left the city.
It was cold...
Standing outside the city, Wang Ye felt the unique temperature of the barren land. He looked around and asked, "Which way should we go? Do we have a map?"
"No," Zhou Han shook her head decisively.
Wang Ye was exasperated...
She dared to come without a map? If they got lost in the wasteland, it would be a disaster...
He really shouldn't have trusted this crazy woman.
Wang Ye strongly felt the urge to turn back.
Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye and giggled, "But the Graveyard of Disorder to the east should be easy enough to find, right?" She stuck out her tongue cutely.
Wang Ye ignored Zhou Han completely and looked towards the east, where faint mist surrounded the Graveyard, barely visible through the fog.
"Let's go."
After a few seconds of silence, Wang Ye headed towards the distance.
Zhou Han smiled sweetly, skipped along behind Wang Ye with her hands behind her back, and soon the two disappeared into the mist.
...
"I was cursed to believe you..."
Wang Ye looked deeply at Zhou Han, wiping the blood from his shoulder.
Not far away, an old man with corpse spots all over his body was tied up with ropes, standing stiffly in place with empty eyes.
In just an hour of walking, this was already the third attack.
Zhou Han's face was also a little pale. She smiled awkwardly, "It went pretty smoothly, didn't it? And you haven't even used your powers yet..."
Through the thick fog, the vague shape of the Graveyard of Disorder could be seen. Wang Ye breathed a small sigh of relief.
Although it had been arduous, at least...
They finally arrived.
Keeping a safe distance from the tied up old man, Wang Ye skillfully loosened the ropes from a distance.
The old man stood in place for a few seconds before turning stiffly and disappearing into the thick fog.
Seeing that the old man's attention was no longer on them, Wang Ye quietly retreated further, with Zhou Han mimicking his every move.
"Where's the ghost with the Leiyin fruit?"
Wang Ye frowned and looked warily around as he asked.
Zhou Han pouted her lips, thinking hard for a long time. "It should be..."
"Probably in the center of the Graveyard, that's what the scavenger said."
Zhou Han's voice was full of guilt as she spoke.
...
Wang Ye looked deeply at Zhou Han again, suppressing his emotions. He headed towards the depths of the Graveyard with a gloomy expression, saying nothing.
He swore that if he believed this crazy woman's words again, he was a melon rind!
Zhou Han followed behind Wang Ye with a smile, walking into the depths of the Graveyard.
Gradually, Wang Ye slowed down, looking at the rubble and occasional tombstones on the ground. His expression grew heavier.
It's the same material as the tombstones in the suburbs!
Wang Ye squatted down and carefully examined a piece of rubble before coming to this conclusion.
Damn it, why was it related to that mysterious graveyard in the suburbs again!
With a slight clench of his fist, the rock turned to powder and disappeared into the air...
"My energy's run out, huh..."
Wang Ye murmured to himself as he looked at the ground, full of holes. His expression was gloomy.
Just how many creatures had escaped from here!
This was definitely not a simple graveyard!
The suppression he felt from the creature about to break out of its tomb during that mission at the graveyard, as well as the aura it emitted, left a deep impression on Wang Ye.
Even now, he was not confident he could stand against such a terrifying existence!
Not just anyone could be suppressed under tombstones of this material!
Wang Ye's expression was solemn as he stood up and looked at the ground full of holes and shattered rocks. He felt a deep sense of fear.
Zhou Han had tricked him!
Wang Ye now only wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible.
Not far away, Zhou Han stood with a cold expression, her gaze fixed on Wang Ye, as if waiting for his next move.
Wang Ye fell deep in thought.
After a long time...
"One hour. Whether we find that ghost with the Leiyin fruit or not, I'm leaving."
Finally, Wang Ye took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Han seriously as he spoke.
Zhou Han also seemed to sense the change in Wang Ye's mood and nodded.
The two picked up speed again as they crept towards the depths of the Graveyard.
Along the way, there were more and more holes in the ground, and more and more shattered rocks, silently expressing something.
As time passed, Wang Ye's anxiety became more and more obvious.
Finally, he stopped in his tracks.
"We can't search anymore. Let's go!"
He said without hesitation.
Zhou Han silently closed her eyes, her long hair fluttering in the wind.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, a smile on her lips. "I found him! South, three hundred meters!"
Wang Ye's expression was gloomy, hesitation in his eyes.
Then the hesitation turned to madness. "Let's do it!"
He shouted and rushed south like a cannonball.
Zhou Han gradually floated into the air, three small golden knives circling around her.
She floated midair, following closely behind Wang Ye.
Ten seconds later, Wang Ye suddenly stopped, looking into the distance.
A middle-aged man dressed in antique Chinese clothing, with unusually pale skin and even a missing eye, walked stiffly and aimlessly.
"Zhou Han!"
Wang Ye shouted lowly. As if she could read his mind, one of Zhou Han's golden knives silently shot through the air towards the ghost's brow.
Wang Ye's gaze was fixed ahead. He needed to confirm whether this creature had awakened its intellect.
But it seemed to be unaware as it continued wandering aimlessly.
The next second, the flying knife precisely hit its brow, making a crisp sound.
Then it bounced off and fell to the ground.
"What?!"
Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly.
Such powerful defense!
But ghosts themselves existed between emptiness and reality. Most still needed human bodies to move around.
A human body shouldn't be this powerful.
Unless...
Wang Ye instinctively thought of Wang Qiang, the skin awakener...
But looking at this person's antique Chinese clothing...
Could it be...that there were already ability users before the Evernight?
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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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
