A cold gust of wind blew by...
The woman with a bronze nail hammered into the center of her forehead appeared by the middle-aged ghost's side.
She numbly raised her hand and gently tugged at the middle-aged ghost.
In midair, a twisting shadow was pulled from under the middle-aged ghost's feet as the woman clutched it in her hand like putty, gently kneading it.
After a long time...
She slowly pressed the shadow to the ground beneath her feet.
Though she originally had no shadow, a shadow suddenly appeared...
And a glimmer of color seemed to flash through her eyes.
The middle-aged ghost, meanwhile, fell straight down to the ground, its body rapidly decaying into a dried corpse.
The woman silently turned around, her gaze looking in the direction Wang Ye had left. A hint of contemplation actually glimmered in her eyes for a brief moment before disappearing from the spot.
...
By the roadside, Wang Ye propped Zhou Han against a tree while he sat on the ground, continuously panting heavily.
The pain in his chest ceaselessly stimulated Wang Ye’s nerves.
Cupping his chest, Wang Ye lightly coughed.
After a long time...
Zhou Han slowly opened her eyes, a flash of coldness in her gaze,
But in the next second it changed into a sweet smile as she looked at Wang Ye, “I knew you wouldn’t abandon me!”
Her pale complexion and sweet smile made one involuntarily want to dote on her.
But Wang Ye just glanced at her indifferently, “To be honest, I really want to kill you.”
“Your intelligence network... Hmph...”
Wang Ye silently mocked. As expected, he didn’t know what he was thinking back then to actually believe this woman.
Zhou Han pouted, letting out a soft humph, “Nevermind my intel, you got the Thunder Fruit and prayer beads, right!”
As she spoke, Zhou Han angrily turned her head away in a tantrum.
But after a long time without hearing Wang Ye comfort her...
“Give me the prayer beads...”
Zhou Han silently held out her delicate little hand.
Wang Ye smiled and placed the prayer beads in Zhou Han's hand, “Get some rest. The road back might not be smooth either.”
“Humph!”
Zhou Han, her face full of discontent, pursed her lips and wore the prayer beads on her fair wrist.
"Ah, my hair!"
Feeling her scalp turn cool, she subconsciously touched it and found a small tuft of hair missing from the top of her forehead, leaving behind a faint scar.
Having probably figured out what happened, Zhou Han’s whole being grew irritable like a little chili pepper as she gnashed her teeth, "This is maddening, no way, I have to go back and destroy it!"
As she spoke, Zhou Han rolled up her sleeves and gritted her teeth as she stood up.
Only after noticing Wang Ye had been using a strange gaze to silently watch her the entire time did Zhou Han weakly sit back down.
"You didn't even offer to help me up."
She said grievously as she lovingly tidied her hair, full of distress.
Heh...
Wang Ye lightly laughed twice without bothering with this mad woman anymore. Instead, he closed his eyes to rest.
The atmosphere gradually quieted down.
After a long time... Wang Ye carefully applied talisman paper to his hand again and felt his energy be suppressed. He breathed a sigh of relief.
As an esper, ceaselessly sensing the passage of life was a frightening thing.
Meanwhile, Zhou Han had also quietly opened her eyes at some point and looked at Wang Ye with a frosty expression, flatly saying, "We can go now."
"Sometimes I suddenly feel..."
"This kind of mood suits you better."
Wang Ye smiled slightly at Zhou Han as he stood up and slowly left along the same road they had come by.
Zhou Han followed behind Wang Ye, watching his back. A strange glimmer flashed in her icy eyes.
After a long time...
"As expected, not just anyone can come to the Wastelands!"
Spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, Wang Ye ridiculed while looking at the city before him.
Zhou Han silently glanced at Wang Ye, her eyes complex, "At least only those who've staked their all have the right to say that."
"On the way here, you didn't even use your psychic powers, you're that afraid of death..."
As she spoke, Zhou Han flipped her middle finger at Wang Ye.
"Heh, ignorant woman." Wang Ye indifferently glanced at Zhou Han and showed his ID to the inspector at the city gate. After confirming his identity, he returned to the city.
Zhou Han helplessly sighed and similarly went inside.
...
"Well, nice cooperation!"
"This was our first cooperation. I also hope it's our last!"
Feeling the coming and going of people, Wang Ye's mood smoothed out a lot. He smiled indifferently at Zhou Han, "Oh right, I welded the windows shut, warrior."
"So give up the idea of sneaking into my house to attack me."
After speaking, Wang Ye hummed a tune with his hands behind his back like an old man who had just eaten his fill and went for a stroll, disappearing into the crowd.
For some reason... his mentality seemed to have gradually grown younger after his rebirth.
"Heh..."
Watching Wang Ye's departing back, a mysterious smile emerged from the corners of Zhou Han's mouth.
...
"Damn, woman, are you endless..."
Wang Ye opened his room door to see Zhou Han sitting on the sofa, smiling at him. A black line ran down his head.
In the air, a golden knife ceaselessly danced before Wang Ye, provoking his nerves.
The corner of Wang Ye's eye twitched as he slapped the knife away, "How did you get in this time?"
"If I can control the window handles, I can naturally control the door too..." Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye, sweetly smiling with her eyes narrowed like crescent moons.
"..."
Wang Ye deeply inhaled, "Really a madwoman... If you don't leave, I'll make a move."
"Ah, I'm not ready yet!" Zhou Han's face suddenly flushed red as she shyly looked at Wang Ye.
"..."
Zhou Han giggled twice as she stood up, "Just joking, I only wanted to prove that welding the windows shut can't stop me!"
"I'm tired, going home to rest!"
Speaking, Zhou Han coughed twice and put on a serious appearance, patting Wang Ye's shoulder before opening the door and leaving.
Under Wang Ye's gaze, she calmly opened the door to the next room over.
Wang Ye: ???
"Oh right, starting today, I'm your new neighbor!" Standing in the doorway, Zhou Han sweetly smiled at Wang Ye before closing the door.
The corner of Wang Ye's mouth faintly twitched.
"Looks like I should consider moving..."
Closing the door, Wang Ye's eyes flashed with contemplation.
On the other side, inside the room, the smile on Zhou Han's face gradually disappeared as she maturely sat on the sofa, a contemplative look flashing through her eyes.
After a long time...
A mysterious smile emerged at the corners of her mouth.
...
Below Wang Ye's building, the woman with a bronze nail in her forehead stood in the residential area, raising her head with vacant eyes silently watching Wang Ye's window.
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.”
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
