As the ghost slave entered, a gleam flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. He moved in an instant, slashing his ghost blade ferociously at the ghost slave.
At the same time, a ball of energy burst out from the muzzle where Mao Yong'an's head was, smashing into the ghost slave's body with a rumble.
Accompanied by a loud bang, Wang Ye rapidly retreated, his eyes filled with vigilance.
The ghost slave's body kept trembling, the tattered flesh and blood hanging off its bones fell to the ground, but the bones themselves were unharmed, extremely tough.
Wow, this guy is too meaty!
Mao Yong'an was somewhat astonished. He disassembled his arm cannon, put it back in his backpack, and took out two strange talismans.
It looked like he was preparing to flee.
Strangely though, after being attacked, the ghost slave showed no intention of retaliating. Emptiness filled its eyes, which oddly erupted with a fanatical gaze, like the most faithful devotee. It walked to the Buddha statue at the center of the altar, step by step, then kneeled down with palms together.
Wang Ye warily retreated two steps, silent, but his body firmly standing at the doorway, ready to retreat at any time.
The Buddha statue's eyeballs kept rolling, radiating sacred golden light despite the gore.
The bloated belly of the ghost slave kept undulating, as if something alive was inside. Finally...
A hole ripped open in its belly, and an infant crawled out from the ghost slave's stomach, with innocent, unworldly eyes and a smile. It crawled onto the ghost slave's body and bit down.
The ghost slave didn't move at all, just piously looking at the Buddha statue.
More and more flesh and blood fell off its body as the infant grew at an eerie speed.
It ceaselessly chewed the blood and meat chunks in its mouth until the ghost slave completely became a skeleton, and the infant grew into a youth.
Wang Ye's expression grew heavier and heavier.
Familiarity seeped from the youth's features.
Looking at the corpse of the old monk on the ground and the youth with palms together reverently kowtowing to the Buddha statue.
Rebirth!?
Wang Ye slowly retreated to the doorway with Mao Yong'an closely following behind.
The smiling expression had vanished at some point, replaced by solemnity as he silently watched the Buddha statue.
"What do you make of this?" Wang Ye softly asked.
Mao Yong'an shook his head. "I'm not sure. The Buddhist clan's things have always been bizarre, but I sensed a threat to life from that thing, you should know what I mean."
Wang Ye was astonished. This Daoist's life-saving methods were inexhaustible. Even now, Wang Ye still couldn't determine if the guy in front of him was Mao Yong'an's true form.
After all, without sufficient strength, Dao City wouldn't have let him out to gain experience.
But now...
This Buddha statue actually threatened the strength of Dao City's young Daoist?
Wang Ye was even more wary of the Buddha statue.
Just then, the youth slowly kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue.
One kowtow...
Two kowtows...
Three kowtows...
With each kowtow, blood mist rose from the youth's body into the Buddha statue.
After the third kowtow, the youth had aged.
In his aged state, his face was identical to the old monk's.
The old monk laboriously stood up, turned around, and gazed at Wang Ye. He sighed lightly, "The thirteenth offering was still not perfect after all. You and I, of the Buddhist clan, have a karmic tie."
As he spoke, a strand of energy from the Buddha statue flowed into the old monk's body.
Then, magnificent golden light radiated from the old monk's body and a powerful pressure swept toward Wang Ye.
Wang Ye grunted and took a step back.
His skin faintly shimmered with a layer of golden light, then the small wooden fish in his pocket gently shook.
Hmm?
The old monk sensed it briefly, then withdrew the pressure, seeming thoughtful.
After a long while, he slowly said, "It doesn't seem to be time to resolve this karmic tie yet."
As his words fell, a crack strangely split open in the air, filled with darkness and terrifying aura.
The old monk respectfully held up the altar and strode into the crack.
As the old monk entered, the crack slowly disappeared.
Only the rich bloody smell lingered in the air.
Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an exchanged a look, both filled with contemplation.
"What was that offering for?" Wang Ye murmured softly.
Mao Yong'an shook his head. "I'm not sure, I can go back and ask my elders."
"Thirteenth time, so that means this kind of situation, this old monk has already offered sacrifices thirteen times? He's died thirteen times?" Wang Ye pondered.
Mao Yong'an nodded in agreement. "That should be the case. Perhaps even more ordinary people have died."
Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an fell silent again, gazing at the empty hut for a long time before silently leaving.
Outside the barricade tape, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an's figures appeared in everyone's sight.
"Success?"
A hint of joy colored Liu Qian's face.
Wang Ye neither confirmed nor denied it. He looked back deeply in the direction he had come from, "Go take care of the aftermath. I'm a bit tired, I'll go back and rest first."
Exhaustion showed on his face as he left with Mao Yong'an.
Disappointment flashed across Liu Qian's face, but she quickly cheered up again and entered the scene with Wang Qiang and the investigators.
At the room entrance, Wang Ye parted ways with Mao Yong'an.
The hair strands wedged in the door crack had once again mysteriously vanished.
He sighed helplessly, not even bothering to feel wary anymore. Wang Ye pushed open the door and entered.
Mao Yong'an softly knocked on the door. The old woman, neatly dressed with a benevolent smile, opened the door and welcomed him in.
"You must be tired, eat first."
The old woman carried over a bowl of piping hot rice and dishes, her voice affectionate and caring.
Mao Yong'an didn't even glance at the old woman. He went straight to his room, flopped on the bed, and casually took out a scarecrow from his pocket.
Soon, the scarecrow assumed his appearance, smiling as it walked out of the bedroom and sat at the dining table. It stuffed finger after finger into its mouth under the old woman's expectant gaze.
At that time...
It was still early dawn.
Bizarre atmosphere filled the room.
Wang Ye returned to his room, smelling the faint perfume and spotlessly clean floor of the living room, increasingly helpless.
With a sigh, he went to the study, turned on the computer, and opened the file storing the surveillance videos...
Then Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.
The files...
Were all deleted.
And in the folder, a document had been created at some point.
Opening it, there was only one line of text inside.
Hello.
Seeing the text in the document, a chill rushed through Wang Ye's body!
Was the one who entered his room human or ghost!
If human, which organization did they belong to, and what was their aim!
And if they just wanted to secretly look around, why tidy up his room!
But if it was a ghost...
That would be even more terrifying.
Just what kind of existence was this?
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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
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.
