"Big brother, let's go home together~"
Zhou Han walked behind Wang Ye with her hands behind her back, looking at him sweetly as she smiled.
Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly as he remained silent.
Zhou Han grinned as she circled around Xiao Si and sidled up to Wang Ye's side, her expression indicating she was going to stick to him no matter what.
And so...
On the street, there was a gloomy-looking young man, an energetic, bouncing girl who looked almost like a young maiden, and a somewhat strange combination with Xiao Si wearing a pink bunny eared hat...
It inevitably drew some curious glances from passersby.
Upon returning home, the first thing Wang Ye did was shut the door and heave a faint sigh of relief.
"This crazy woman!" Wang Ye couldn't help but curse under his breath. Seeing the expressionless Xiao Si, he swallowed back the rest of his words.
There didn't seem to be much point in talking to this unfeeling ghost...
Thinking this, Wang Ye heaved a soft sigh, feeling the exhaustion in his body. He went back to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep.
...
In the living room, Xiao Si, who had been standing motionless in the corner like a statue, slowly moved her stiff body and sat down on the sofa.
A long, soundless shadow silently extended across the floor, reaching all the way to the door of Wang Ye's bedroom.
But just before it touched the bedroom door, the shadow mysteriously halted.
Gradually...
The shadow receded, reappearing at Xiao Si's feet and returning to normal.
As night fell, a trace of color appeared in Xiao Si's eyes, and a bizarre smile emerged at the corner of her mouth as she leisurely reclined on the sofa, crossing her legs in a posture identical to Wang Ye's earlier in the day.
Gradually, she got up and looked towards the door...then suddenly recoiled, her gaze fixed intently on the doorway.
...
She was actually mimicking Wang Ye's actions from that afternoon.
After a long time...
The color in Xiao Si's eyes gradually faded away as she returned to her original position and resumed standing motionless.
In the bedroom, Wang Ye's eyes had opened silently at some point, though it was unclear for how long.
A bone-scraping dagger exuding a cold aura was gripped tightly in his hand.
Hearing the sounds from the living room gradually quiet down, Wang Ye closed his eyes again, but the bone-scraping dagger remained clenched in his hand.
...
Daylight gradually brightened.
On this rare day off, feeling the tranquil atmosphere, Wang Ye sat down on the sofa as a priority, observing Xiao Si.
After a long while...
Sounds could be heard from outside, seemingly Zhou Han going out. But judging from the sounds of footsteps going downstairs rather than knocking on the door, Wang Ye was visibly relieved.
According to the encrypted website Zhang ZiLiang had sent in a text message, Wang Ye logged in.
Sure enough...
With A-level access privileges, there was more and more detailed information available.
He tried searching for the suburban graveyard, but it showed a blank page. Wang Ye's brows furrowed deeply.
"Nothing, huh..."
"As expected, there are no records."
"Those good-for-nothing slackers in the intelligence department."
With a helpless sigh, Wang Ye turned off his phone.
Then, as if recalling something, Wang Ye went to the coat he had worn when going out with Zhou Han the other day. Reaching carefully into the pocket, he took out a somewhat yellowed, tattered slip of paper.
Due to its antiquity, the writing on the paper slip was now vaguely blurred.
Through the sunlight, only a few legible characters could be made out.
"Suburban graveyard..."
"Grave No. 6..."
"Bottom of grave..."
Looking at those few words, Wang Ye's pupils constricted slightly.
That mysterious suburban graveyard again? The mass grave, the suburban graveyard, and the ten li graveyard he had come across in the wasteland, what connections could there be between them all!
What secrets lay hidden beneath Grave No. 6?
Moreover, this slip of paper had been found on the clothes of a long-dead corpse, suspected to be an Esper.
Could it be...that Espers really existed before the Eternal Night?
These bizarre connections were like riddles, surfacing prominently in Wang Ye's mind.
It was as if there was a thread there, yet he couldn't grasp it.
Wang Ye irritably placed the paper slip carefully away in a drawer, sinking into contemplation.
Beside him, Xiao Si stood silently, a faint, imperceptible gleam flashing through her vacant eyes.
Nightfall...
Lying asleep in his bedroom, Wang Ye heard the sound of the door opening and silently opened his eyes.
Footsteps sounded on the stairway.
After a long while, Wang Ye quietly opened his bedroom door. Xiao Si's figure had vanished from the living room.
Wang Ye's expression was rather serious. He went to the window and looked down through the curtains. Xiao Si's somewhat stiff figure appeared in the housing complex, gradually walking out of the complex's main gate until she disappeared into the night.
His brows furrowing slightly, Wang Ye noiselessly got dressed and followed after Xiao Si in the direction she had gone, keeping a good distance behind her.
As the surrounding buildings became increasingly sparse, a chill rose in Wang Ye's heart as the scenery grew increasingly familiar.
The suburban graveyard!
Wang Ye was certain this was the path to the suburban graveyard!
Sure enough...
Standing not far from the entrance to the suburban graveyard, Wang Ye watched with his own eyes as Xiao Si's figure gradually vanished into the darkness.
Inside the wooden cabin by the entrance, candlelight flickered faintly.
But the cabin was empty, without a single person inside.
That bizarre, mysterious old man had disappeared at some unknown point.
Wang Ye hid himself in the darkness, his gaze fixed intently on the entrance to the suburban graveyard.
After a long while...
Sounds and roaring echoed from within the graveyard.
Ten minutes later, the roaring died down and the noises quieted.
Xiao Si silently reappeared at the graveyard's exit, her clothes slightly tattered. Her eyes were vacant, seemingly soulless.
Wang Ye's gaze shifted subtly as he concealed himself before gradually disappearing, returning home.
In the dim corridor, a shadow seemed to flit past for an instant.
Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly as he watched closely for a long time without noticing anything amiss. Behind him...
On the stairway, footsteps gradually sounded.
A frosty glint flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. He opened the door and went inside, silently collapsing onto his bed in the bedroom and closing his eyes.
Before long, the door opened again.
Xiao Si strode in stiffly, resuming the standing posture she'd had before Wang Ye went to sleep.
Listening to the sounds from the living room, Wang Ye's eyes opened silently again at some point as he continued to ponder incessantly.
The next few days were tranquil.
Zhang ZiLiang was constantly researching the selection of team members, and Wang Ye heard that many Espers were frantically using connections trying to get into a team.
After all, joining a team meant endless resources.
The threshold of Zhang ZiLiang's office door had been trampled flat.
Some Espers had even somehow caught wind of Wang Ye's phone number.
It was only when Wang Ye could no longer stand it and was about to lose his temper that things gradually settled down.
Of course...
There was a small interlude where Zhou Han dropped by...
And breezily said she wanted a spot on Wang Ye's team.
When Wang Ye was at a loss, Zhang ZiLiang surprisingly agreed readily.
Wang Ye's head hurt instantly even more...
And then, at midnight that very night...the mysterious wooden door once again appeared in Wang Ye's living room.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
