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.
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
