Carrying a red lantern, Wang Ye kept moving forward, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead from time to time.
The inadvertent aura of horror exuded by the guy behind made his whole body feel chilled.
His hand holding the lantern was slightly numb.
The ghost fog in Lin'an City was fading away, and the ghouls had all fallen silent.
With the seal on that eyeball, the ghouls had stopped moving altogether.
In other words...
Most of this ghost's power was invested in the eyeball?
Wang Ye pondered as he kept walking towards the city gate...
Damn you, seeking death!
Suddenly, a voice full of crazy killing intent sounded. In the distance, Luo Ping's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Wang Ye, full of resentment.
As he spoke, a strong smell of blood emanated from his body, almost tangible.
In his hand was a long knife that had appeared out of nowhere, chopping down towards Wang Ye's head.
Luo Ping?
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. He was now fully focused on controlling this horrifying half-corpse, and had no time to care about anything else.
If he was distracted by Luo Ping, trying to re-seal it again would be virtually impossible.
Xiao Si!
Mao Yong’an!
Thinking of this, Wang Ye's face was cold as he shouted in a low voice.
Xiao Si silently appeared, her slender jade hands slapped towards Luo Ping.
Mao Yong’an gritted his teeth and reluctantly took out a paper effigy, holding a long spear. It came to life after he let it go, charging nimbly at Luo Ping.
Sensing the threat, Luo Ping halted abruptly, dodging the attack. He looked at Wang Ye coldly and said, "Give it back to me!"
Give it back?
You mean this ghoul?
Wang Ye kept walking, looking at Luo Ping and said.
Do you know how much effort I spent to lure him to Lin'an City?
My Luo family has passed down for generations, surviving by raising corpses!
This...is the most perfect corpse!
Once I control him, I will be invincible in the human domain!
Luo Ping's voice was full of anger. He looked warily at Xiao Si, as well as Mao Yong’an in the distance, and said coldly.
You lured it here?
Wang Ye was startled, and his gaze towards Luo Ping was filled with killing intent.
Because of your so-called plan, an entire city of people died!
Wang Ye's face was icy cold.
Luo Ping sneered, "Humph, do you know how many ghosts this level of existence could suppress once I control it? How many people it could save? I could even lead the human race to sweep through the wasteland!"
The death of a mere city of civilians is a small price to pay!
As he spoke, Luo Ping's expression grew increasingly crazed, "Give it back to me, or I'll kill us both!"
In Luo Ping's hand appeared a golden box.
Short-sighted fool, you...don't understand the wasteland at all. Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping with some pity.
He had personally experienced the horrors of the wasteland, with countless existences no weaker than this half-corpse, and even...thinking of that severed hand, Wang Ye fell silent.
That hand alone could crush everything.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping and sneered, "Besides, do you even have the courage for mutual destruction? In the end, you're just a coward."
I'm betting you don't dare open that box.
Even if it poses a threat when opened, you won't dare do it.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be saying these things to me now.
I advise you, don't provoke me, or else... I don't know if I'll die, but you...will definitely not survive.
Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping with icy coldness.
A flash of resentment passed through Luo Ping's eyes. His expression was uncertain for a long time before filling with torrential killing intent, "I'll remember this grudge!"
As he spoke, Xiao Si silently appeared and charged at Luo Ping again, a faint glow emerging from her fair palms.
Seeing this, Luo Ping's expression shifted again and again. Feeling the threat to his life, he gripped the box tightly, "Don't force me!"
As he spoke, Xiao Si's palm landed on Luo Ping's body, sending him flying backward. He crashed heavily to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.
I'm betting you don't dare!
Wang Ye didn't even glance at Luo Ping, he really couldn't spare any focus now.
The aura of horror from this half-corpse was making his body stiffen.
You!
Luo Ping gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, glaring fixedly at Wang Ye with a gloomy expression. After a long time, his eyes were filled with torrential killing intent again, "I'll remember this vendetta!"
As he spoke, Luo Ping looked warily at Xiao Si again and retreated resentfully.
We'll see who comes looking for who.
Wang Ye said indifferently as he continued forward.
And Luo Ping disappeared from sight.
Sensing Luo Ping's departure, Wang Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief.
That Mao Yong’an is so unreliable.
And Xiao Si is having big issues now, showing fluctuations in energy rather than just pure physical combat earlier.
He really didn't want Xiao Si taking any more actions right now.
Finally...
The city gates came into Wang Ye's view, the ghost fog dissipating slightly, vaguely revealing crowds outside the city.
The many espers' expressions became solemn, staring fixedly at the emerging silhouette, raising their guns in unison.
As the silhouette gradually became clear, Liu Zheng relaxed.
Wang Ye!
It's Wang Ye!
The crowd looked at Wang Ye with pleasant surprise.
But in the next moment, the half-corpse emerged from behind Wang Ye.
The espers' faces were filled with panic as they retreated backward. The smile on Liu Zheng's face also froze.
Retreat!
I'm taking this ghoul into the depths of the wasteland now, don't block my path.
Wang Ye lightly shook his already stiff arm, looking at the crowd and said.
The crowd's gazes fluctuated slightly, looking at the half-corpse behind Wang Ye. Seeing that it was indeed stiff, they became delighted again.
Can it not be sealed?
One esper looked at the corpse and asked thoughtfully.
Seeking death? Wang Ye sneered and said,
Just getting near this thing can make your blood coagulate and feel suffocated, let alone sealing it.
The esper was startled and silently retreated.
But... sending it into the wasteland depths, what about you!
As if thinking of something, Liu Zheng looked anxiously at Wang Ye and asked.
Wang Ye was silent for a long time before smiling at Liu Zheng, "I'll think of something."
Or...
Let me do it!
Liu Zheng gritted his teeth, looking at Wang Ye and said firmly, "I'm just an ordinary person. My sacrifice in exchange for your return is worth it!"
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
