Night was gradually approaching.
In the living room, a wisp of energy flashed, and Wang Ye silently opened his eyes.
The wooden door, half real and half illusory, appeared in the living room.
Wang Ye, who had recovered a lot, looked at the wooden door, recalling the pain of washing marrow when he became a junior ghost officer. He gritted his teeth and drilled in.
Sure enough...
The familiar pain came, and a huge amount of energy violently swept Wang Ye’s whole body.
The skin that had just started healing exploded again, blood kept gushing out, and under the intense pain, Wang Ye passed out again.
The bones kept making crisp sounds.
After a long time, his skin gradually healed. Because he had used the ghost knife before, his slightly withered skin became glossy again.
And Wang Ye opened his eyes again.
A cold light flashed across his eyes, and Wang Ye suddenly exuded a powerful aura.
Standing up, he gently moved his body. The blood flowed in his body, making gurgling sounds like a small stream.
Feeling the energy changes in his body, Wang Ye silently made a dagger appear in his hand and slashed his arm.
A white scar appeared but it didn't cut through.
Wang Ye was a little happy and increased his strength to slash again.
A slight wound appeared, but it healed at an extremely fast speed.
Resistance, healing ability has been greatly enhanced?
Maybe now I can fight those Buddhist guys in physical combat. I wonder what level my physical strength is considered in the Buddhist realm.
At least Wang Ye felt that he could kill Yang Cheng in seconds, without even giving him a chance to use his superpowers.
If it was just brute force, five Yang Chengs...no problem.
Hmm, Wang Ye was calculating based on the Yang Cheng after the second awakening. After all, as his strength grew, it was not very accurate to always use the first awakening as a benchmark.
After getting a sense of his power level, Wang Ye went to the front desk.
A key, and a note.
Junior Post Office Authority: Can borrow one layer of spiritual objects (non-consumable) per month, for one day of use.
Use the key to open any room door to enter the post office.
Next task: three days later.
Three days later, huh.
The post office really treats me like a donkey now.
But as the duration of the second eternal night gets shorter and shorter, the post office seems to be getting more anxious too.
Was it anxious to deliver letters, or anxious to increase my strength?
Or...both?
As Wang Ye grew stronger and stronger, he felt more and more mystery and horror about the post office.
That mysterious little temple, with just one Buddhist chant, damaged so many arrogant ghosts. The bell sound completely blew all the ghosts away.
It must be known that at that time, some of the ghosts exuded an aura that was no less than the half-corpse in Lin'an City, and even stronger.
What role did the post office play in this incident?
Manipulator?
Cooperator?
Including Lin'an City, the suburban cemetery, 404, the journey into the barren land, the post office was like a chess player behind the scenes, constantly controlling everything.
What was the post office itself? Ghost or artificial?
If Wang Ye didn't believe the post office was unintelligent, then the post office how did it know almost everything? If it was a ghost, what was its ability?
If it was human-controlled, it was even more terrifying.
Up to now, Wang Ye still couldn't figure out the post office's attitude.
Although it had taken action several times, suppressing ghosts and seemingly protecting humans.
But the existence in the deepest part of the small temple, was it human?
Was the old man in the suburban cemetery human?
Wang Ye couldn't be sure of these at all.
If these existences were also ghosts, why did the post office cooperate with them instead of suppressing them?
Was it really for the sake of maintaining the peace of this world?
As he kept thinking about it, Wang Ye looked at the dark stairs in the post office again.
A sense of horror spread through Wang Ye's whole body again, as if there was great terror in the stairs.
He quickly retracted his gaze and went to the shelves nearby.
With his current strength, in front of existences like the post office, he was still nothing but an ant, not even a powerful ant.
Instead of thinking about it, it would be better to improve his own strength faster.
He had a premonition that when he set foot on the second floor of the post office, he might be able to know more about the post office.
A half-broken bronze spearhead covered in blood.
An iron pot full of rust.
Same wax candle as the suburban cemetery.
Buddhist prayer beads.
A duster from the Taoist city.
Seeing the various items on the shelves, Wang Ye's face showed joy.
It seemed that this authority was still very useful. Every time he saw Mao Yong'an's seemingly bottomless black backpack, Wang Ye was full of envy.
And through Mao Yong'an, Wang Ye deeply realized how powerful spiritual objects were.
Including this time at the small temple, if it wasn't for the candle residue he had secretly scraped off before, he would probably be dead already.
Candle residue!
Wang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he looked at the post office again, he was already full of apprehension.
Did the post office already calculate all this long ago...
Wang Ye gained an even deeper understanding of the horror of the post office.
Putting away the key, Wang Ye took another deep look at the post office before slowly retreating.
When he returned to the living room, the sky was already vaguely brightening.
After resting for a while, the doorknob of the room suddenly twisted by itself.
The door opened, and Zhou Han's head poked in sneakily.
Seeing Wang Ye sitting on the sofa, staring at him gloomily, Zhou Han screamed as if he had been caught red-handed.
Is my house a breakfast shop?
Looking at Zhou Han, Wang Ye said coldly.
Zhou Han cutely stuck out her tongue, full of guilt: Um, I just wanted to see if you were back.
Our team spots have been taken away.
Looking at Wang Ye, Zhou Han said with a smile.
Wang Ye nodded, with no surprise in his eyes: Thought I wasn't coming back and wanted to seize the team spots and monopolize resources. Very normal.
Was it Su Wenqian?
Zhou Han was full of admiration: You're so smart!
I was only gone a few days. For him to be so impatient, it could only be him. Wang Ye smiled faintly. The light in his eyes looking at Zhou Han flickered: But with your strength, a mere Su Wenqian shouldn't be your match. Why didn't you make a move?
I...
Zhou Han shyly lowered her head, her toes lightly tapping the floor: Oh, he had his third awakening, I can't beat him!
Third awakening huh.
I see.
Wang Ye nodded, then took out his phone and sent Wang Qiang a text: I'm back, come find me.
After sending the text, Wang Ye put down his phone: Do you want me to make you breakfast?
Zhou Han looked resentfully at Wang Ye, silently retracted her head from the crack in the door, and thoughtfully closed the door for Wang Ye.
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."
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.”
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
