The black mist this time was more exaggerated than the previous few times.
The thick black mist almost completely surrounded Li Hongtian. In the mist, a pair of sinister eyes faintly appeared and disappeared.
Li Hongtian's body shook violently, his skin instantly dried up, his face pale, his body weak.
Under the intense pain, blood mixed with sweat faintly flowed out of Li Hongtian's skin.
But his eyes showed a hint of madness.
The black mist forcibly surged into Li Hongtian's body. His eyes were sometimes violent, sometimes crazy, and his breath kept changing.
The tombstone of Grave Number Five also cracked silently.
Hey, can't hold it back anymore?
Li Hongtian's whole body trembled, he licked his dry lips, and took out a creepy little knife.
On the handle was a shrunken baby's head with its eyes closed.
He used all his strength and ruthlessly stabbed the dagger into his own heart without hesitation. Fresh blood kept flowing onto the baby's head along the knife.
The head creepily opened its eyes, glowing red, and its lips opened slightly, letting the blood flow into its mouth.
As the blood increased, the red light in the head's eyes became more intense.
Li Hongtian slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
The black mist began to struggle violently, but no matter how it roiled, it could not escape from Li Hongtian's body.
Finally...
The black mist was completely immersed in Li Hongtian's body.
As Li Hongtian's heart blood gradually drained, the baby's eyes gradually closed.
Then, this creepy little knife slowly drilled into Li Hongtian's skin inch by inch, leaving only the baby's head exposed.
After a long time...
Li Hongtian suddenly opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
But there was no more heartbeat or breathing.
He looked at his pale skin and smiled with satisfaction: Did it work?
Haha...
From today onwards, I, Li Hongtian, will have eternal life!
Faint wisps of black mist emanated from his body. He glanced indifferently at the cracked tombstone of Grave Number Five and walked out of the cemetery.
Suddenly, an old man silently stood in front of him, blocking Li Hongtian's way.
Li Hongtian was emotionless, his deadened eyes looking indifferently at the old man, without the previous fear: I'm immortal now. As a fellow clansman, are you going to stop me?
The old man was as frail as a candle fluttering in the wind. He shakily raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Li Hongtian's forehead.
Li Hongtian's forehead suddenly exploded, leaving a bloody hole.
Blood kept flowing out of his forehead, but soon the wound healed as the black mist surged.
Haha, I said, from now on, I'm immortal.
Li Hongtian sneered. He ignored the old man and walked away.
The old man looked deeply at Li Hongtian's back. His outstretched hand gently clenched.
Li Hongtian's body shook violently and exploded out of thin air, turning into a mist of blood. Countless small pieces of flesh kept writhing on the ground, trying to piece themselves back together.
But each piece of flesh was surrounded by a faint aura that prevented them from healing no matter how they tried to reattach.
Thick black mist enveloped the flesh pieces, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.
The old man silently watched the flesh pieces for a long time before disappearing like a phantom.
Only a faint laugh lingered in the air.
Ha...
It took several hours for the aura around the flesh pieces to gradually dissipate, leaving only a shadow of the black mist.
The flesh pieces quickly healed and restored Li Hongtian's original appearance.
But now his face was even paler than before. The calmness and confidence in his eyes were completely replaced by fear.
He...
What kind of existence was he?
Li Hongtian stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, his body constantly trembling with fear.
After a long time, he staggered away from the suburban cemetery, no longer calm and arrogant as before.
In Wang Ye's room.
Wang Ye sat on a pink fluffy sofa, looking at Zhou Han: Let's talk?
How romantic. Zhou Han shyly sat down with a blushing face.
...
Ji Ziqian?
Looking at Zhou Han, Wang Ye said lightly.
Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye in confusion: Who is Ji Ziqian?
Then, as if thinking of something, her face was full of grievance. Tears swirled in her beautiful eyes: Did you cheat on me behind my back with another woman?
No reaction?
Wang Ye withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on Zhou Han, and pondered slightly.
Really...don't remember?
Seeing Zhou Han looking as if she would cry at any moment, Wang Ye's expression was still cold: I believe your situation is not good either. Only cooperation can lead to mutual benefit.
The tears in Zhou Han's eyes receded. She looked at Wang Ye worriedly: Are you...stupid?
Glancing lightly at Zhou Han, Wang Ye shook his head slightly and stood up: When you make up your mind, you can come to me.
With that, Wang Ye opened the door and walked out.
Zhou Han sat on the sofa, her eyes blank for a moment, then turned cold.
Watching Wang Ye's departing back, Zhou Han's sexy lips curled into a faint smile: Hehe, little guy, do you think I'm stupid?
Outside...
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his back slightly damp with sweat.
Xiao Si was standing silently outside the door at some point, invisible, but ready to attack at any time.
Taking out his phone which now had Zhang ZiLiang's number, Wang Ye tapped and operated it for a while. An image appeared on the phone screen.
In the image, Zhou Han looked coldly at the direction of the door, her eyes full of indifference.
Heh, indeed, a person from decades ago doesn't know about surveillance cameras.
In the corner of the sofa opposite Zhou Han was a tiny camera aimed at Zhou Han.
Wang Ye silently turned off his phone, completely resolving one of his doubts. Lost in thought, he returned to his room, took out the densely filled diary, and kept writing in it.
After a long time, Wang Ye closed the diary and put it on the desk.
Since people came to the house often, it was better to put it openly on the table than to hide it.
Anyway, the diary was full of nonsense and mostly useless scribbles. Apart from himself, no one else could understand its contents.
Complicated threads intertwined in Wang Ye's mind.
Wang Ye closed his tired eyes to rest.
On the back of Xiao Si's head, chest and dantian were three half-burnt paper money talismans. He stood stiffly in the corner.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.”
