Upon entering the main hall of the temple, a wisp of cold wind blew by.
In a trance, the faint sound of chanting sutras seemed to echo endlessly in Wang Ye's ears.
As Wang Ye went deeper into the temple, the sounds grew louder and louder.
Sensing the eeriness of the temple, Wang Ye quickened his pace and arrived before the Buddha statue in the main hall.
The entire Buddha statue glowed with a golden light, emanating supreme majesty.
Its right hand formed a mudra, while its left hand was missing.
As for the severed half of the arm, Wang Ye did not find it anywhere in the main hall.
Through the broken end, the inside seemed to contain flowing flesh and blood. The Buddha statue should have looked merciful and amiable.
But its expression was somewhat gloomy, with a hint of malice in its eyes.
Sure enough, none of the addresses from the post office were normal.
Wang Ye calmed himself down and looked at the old bronze incense burner placed on the temple altar, with three sticks of incense placed next to the burner.
According to the postal service's mission prompt, Wang Ye placed the letter on the altar table, then picked up a stick of incense and lit it.
A faint smell of decay permeated the air as the incense was lit.
The smoke emitted from the incense was also tinged with a faint blood-red instead of the normal blue color.
At the same time...
The cold wind inside the temple grew slightly stronger.
In the old tree outside the yard, all the corpses simultaneously opened their eyes, emanating a dim, ghostly glow. Their expressions were bizarre.
That old tree shook soundlessly, with blood continuously oozing out of its trunk.
One by one, the corpses fell to the ground as the old tree trembled.
In the backyard, inside a small hut, a red coffin was placed silently.
As the incense was lit, a loud boom came from within the coffin, which shook violently. Faint roars could be heard from inside.
Blood-red teardrops seemed to flow from the Buddha statue's eyes.
At this moment, the air turned even colder.
Sensing the changes in the surroundings, Wang Ye clenched the ghost blade at his waist, holding it in his hand as he stood vigilantly in the center of the main hall, carefully observing his surroundings.
The incense...
burned very slowly.
As the smoke from the incense drifted out, the envelope began to burn on its own, also at a slow pace.
Hee hee.
An eerie laugh suddenly rang out in the main hall. A child monk who looked about 5 years old stood at the entrance, tilting his head and smiling creepily inside.
His eye sockets were empty, with blood continuously dripping from them.
Wang Ye gripped the ghost blade tightly and stared calmly at the child monk, not moving.
No matter what bizarre things happened around him, as long as they didn't disturb the burning incense, he would not act.
The child monk silently stood at the entrance, showing no intention of stepping inside.
And at this time, more and more monk corpses appeared at the entrance, but they seemed to be wary of something, not daring to enter.
Were they all corpses from the old tree?
Wang Ye looked solemnly at this group, his expression icy cold.
Just then, some noises came from the temple entrance as a figure pushed open the doors and slowly walked in.
The figure wore plain white mourning clothes, moving stiffly with empty eyes.
He also stopped outside the main hall entrance.
Unlike the other monk corpses, his empty eyes faintly stared at Wang Ye. Then he slowly knelt on the ground.
Tears of blood flowed from his hollow eye sockets, more than before. The sounds of crying grew louder.
The figure bowed, intending to kowtow to Wang Ye.
An enormous sense of threat washed over Wang Ye's entire body, instantly turning it ice cold.
Wearing mourning clothes in grief!
Does this ghost intend to kowtow me to death?
Wang Ye's gaze grew heavy. He knew he could not drag this out any longer.
Seeing that only about one third of the incense stick had burned, he gritted his teeth and rushed out just before the figure's forehead touched the ground.
The ghost blade swung high, glinting coldly as it slashed down at the figure.
As if oblivious to Wang Ye's actions, the figure kept bowing. When the ghost blade fell, the figure shook slightly but remained unharmed. Yet under the tremendous force, it toppled over onto the ground.
The kowtow...
was interrupted.
Feeling the terrifying threat disappear, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had hesitated two more seconds, he was certain he would become a corpse.
The threat from this ghost was too great!
The figure got up from the ground and propped itself up to kneel before Wang Ye again.
Ghost...
kowtowing a second time.
And as Wang Ye stepped out of the main hall entrance, the ghostly lights in the monk corpses' eyes flashed as they rushed towards him.
Wisps of light emanated from their bodies.
This was the golden light unique to the Buddhist clan...
Damn it!
Wang Ye swore inwardly as he flashed rapidly among the crowd, with the monk corpses seemingly unfazed by his collisions, their flesh like steel plates.
And that ghost, about to complete its second kowtow.
Wang Ye's clothes were torn, with traces of blood trickling down his forehead.
Exerting all his strength, Wang Ye broke through the crowd of monk corpses, kicking the kowtowing ghost in the head just as it neared the ground.
The ghost's body tilted to the side and fell over again.
But as if driven by powerful obsession, it stiffly got up and knelt once more.
More tears of blood flowed from its empty eye sockets than before, and its wailing grew louder.
Ghost...third kowtow!
Wang Ye clearly felt the threat grow stronger this time. Even just kneeling, the ghost's bones made loud cracking noises.
Not stopping until dead?
Enduring the intense pain in his body and the monk corpses charging at him again, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
He then slowly raised the ghost blade in his hand.
The blade was filled with a blood-red glow, wisps of blood qi flowing along Wang Ye's arm into the blade.
Wang Ye's originally translucent, crystalline body became somewhat withered, with faint wrinkles appearing on his skin.
A thick bloody aura emanated from the ghost blade.
Under the tremendous energy, Wang Ye forcefully slashed down at the kowtowing ghost.
Starting from its head, the ghost's body was cleaved in two.
But the two halves of its body struggled bizarrely, writhing ceaselessly as if trying to rejoin.
Seeing this, Wang Ye rushed forward and grabbed one half of the corpse, throwing it as far away from the temple as he could.
The other monk corpses had now reached Wang Ye.
I can't see, it's so dark.
The child monk with empty eye sockets said faintly, attacking precisely towards Wang Ye's pupils.
After dealing with the kowtowing ghost, Wang Ye had no intention of prolonging the fight. Seeing more figures entering from outside the temple gates, he quickly retreated back into the main hall.
And as Wang Ye withdrew, the monk corpses once again stopped at the entrance of the main hall, staring faintly at him.
These damned Buddhist clan creatures, their bodies are too tough!
Wang Ye cursed inwardly, but his gaze was fixed on the figure that had entered from outside the gates.
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
