Su Wenqian's legs emitted rays of light, and his face instantly became hideous. He rushed towards Xiao Si with resentment in his eyes, accompanied by smoke standing up at the original place. It seemed that he was about to roar as he charged.
Xiao Si's hollow eyes flashed a trace of spirit that instantly disappeared from the original place. In the next second, she appeared at Su Wenqian's side, raised her hand towards his mouth, and slapped again.
'Slap!'
A clear sound kept echoing in the conference room.
A clearly visible palm print appeared on Su Wenqian's face as he flew back again.
This time, he no longer had the strength to stand up.
Barely hanging on to a breath, Su Wenqian endured the pain without fainting. His eyes were full of resentment as he looked at Wang Ye and Xiao Si.
Wang Ye was startled for a moment. Seeing Su Wenqian open his mouth again, he couldn't help but hold his head.
Sure enough.
'Slap!'
Another slap went out and Su Wenqian looked at Xiao Si in confusion, seemingly wondering why she was so unchivalrous that she didn't even give the defeated party a chance to make a farewell speech before he finally fainted.
Xiao Si, on the other hand, tilted her head and silently looked at Su Wenqian. After making sure he wouldn't speak again, she silently returned to stand behind Wang Ye.
If one didn't witness it with their own eyes, no one would believe that such a beautiful woman could be so violent when taking action.
Wang Ye had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He sat breezily as if nothing had happened.
"Zhou Han, be careful of ending up like him the next time you use me as a scapegoat," said Wang Ye coldly as he glanced at Zhou Han.
Zhou Han grimaced and glared at Wang Ye indignantly before sitting sullenly to one side.
Not far away, the crowd of Paranormals who were watching the commotion collectively froze. After glancing at each other, they silently withdrew their gazes.
However, their eyes were full of awe when looking at Wang Ye.
Wang Ye had solved the previous supernatural incident extremely ruthlessly. The investigators respectfully called him the 'Ghost King'. How comfortable it was for these arrogant Paranormals to hear this title.
The few who had intended to take advantage of this meeting to teach Wang Ye a lesson, gave up their plans after witnessing this scene.
Su Wenqian, who had awakened twice, had already knelt without Wang Ye making a move himself.
With such a terrifying strength, using Wang Ye's reputation to establish prestige was wisdom. Knowing to go to your death when you insisted on overpowering him was stupidity.
In the corner.
"That woman... can you handle her?" A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a gentle smile on his face looked at Xiao Si behind Wang Ye and pushed up his glasses, "Difficult. Her body functions are stronger than mine."
"Hehe, the legendary King Kong also has times of admiration..." A woman in a sexy low-cut dress had a hint of smile on her red lips.
The burly man called King Kong uncharacteristically fell silent and did not refute.
The bespectacled man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Just then...
The elevator lit up again.
Led by an old man in a Tang suit holding a dragon head cane, emitting a faint pressure and walking out with a straight face.
Following closely behind were Zhang ZiLiang, a smiling fat middle-aged man, and a man with a blue birthmark on his face.
Behind them...
A woman in a white coat with an icy expression walked out holding a pile of documents.
The gazes of the Paranormals went over and they stood up one after another.
The main characters had arrived.
"That old man is the leader of our Heaven Group, Li Xinghe. It is said that he himself is also a Paranormal, with unknown strength."
"The smiling fat guy is Wen Hua, director of the intelligence department. Don't be fooled by his affable appearance, he's very sinister inside."
"The one with the birthmark is Su Changqing, director of the operations department. Su Wenqian who was just beaten by you is his son."
Wang Qiang seemed to know Wang Ye's situation and took the initiative to stand by his side, introducing them.
Along with Wang Ye's strength displayed earlier, he had been completely convinced by Wang Ye.
Wang Ye nodded slightly, "What about that woman?"
"That woman..." There was a deep fear in Wang Qiang's eyes, "She is a devil."
"Her name is Zhang Xiao, responsible for all the experimental projects of the Heaven Group. She is known as a genius unseen in a hundred years and spends all day in the lab."
"But her experimental targets... are ghosts."
"The suppressed ghosts are mostly sent to the laboratory... Many people have heard the wails of fierce ghosts from the lab..."
Speaking of this, Wang Qiang couldn't help but shudder, "But her contributions are also huge. The light curtain over our city is her masterpiece. Otherwise, our city would probably be no different from the wasteland."
Wang Ye nodded, glanced at Zhang Xiao again, and seemed to sense something. Zhang Xiao turned her head in the distance and looked coldly at Wang Ye before turning back.
"Wasteland..."
Wang Ye suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
When he was harvesting the Thunder Sound Fruit, there was a note on the ghost. In the busyness, he had forgotten to check it...
He would have to study it when he went back.
As he pondered this, a group of Paranormals gathered around the conference table and sat down sporadically.
Apart from a small number of people, most were somewhat absent-minded.
Although those who were qualified to attend this meeting were all top Paranormals, many were not interested in forming a team.
Moreover, the position of team leader was simply wishful thinking.
Hadn't they seen that Su Wenqian, who had awakened twice, was beaten to a pulp...
Apart from a few key leadership positions, most had already been allocated in private.
...
Su Changqing sat at the conference table, glanced around, and frowned slightly.
A Paranormal stepped forward two steps and whispered a few words in Su Changqing's ear.
In the next second, a sharp look flashed in Su Changqing's eyes as he glanced coldly at Wang Ye, then gave a cold snort, "Wake him up."
The Paranormal nodded slightly, went to the fainted Su Wenqian, and kept shaking him.
After a long time...
Su Wenqian opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to moan.
A trace of spirit flashed in Xiao Si's hollow eyes behind Wang Ye and disappeared from the original place.
Then...
"Slap!"
A crisp sound rang out and Su Wenqian fainted again in confusion.
Wang Ye awkwardly covered his face, not wanting to speak.
He had forgotten to change her orders...
Su Changqing's face instantly turned ashen as he glared coldly at Wang Ye, "Young man, are you trying to provoke me?"
"Hehe... I don't need you to discipline my men."
Zhang ZiLiang glared at Wang Ye and said lightly.
The meeting hadn't even started yet, but the confrontation between the logistics department and the operations department had already begun...
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
