Wang Ye silently turned off his computer and looked towards Xiao Si in the corner.
The order he had given to Xiao Si was to attack any target that entered the room.
But there was no trace of fighting in the room at all.
It seemed that his control over Xiao Si was becoming weaker and weaker.
Or perhaps...
He had never truly controlled Xiao Si at all.
After a simple rest, the sky gradually brightened. Wang Ye washed up and got dressed, then headed to Tianzu's headquarters.
21st Floor.
Zhang Ziliang was looking at a list, seemingly lost in thought.
This list contained the names of several undercover spies from the Buddhist sect who had been in contact with people in Tianzu during their time there.
After a long silence, Zhang Ziliang finally said lightly: Find suitable excuses to fire the people on the list.
Yang Chen took the list and glanced at Zhang Ziliang, clicking his tongue in wonder: They might all be innocent.
I know.
Zhang Ziliang's expression remained as impassive as ever.
Hmph, how ruthless. Yang Chen sighed and took the list, turning to leave.
At the door, Wang Ye curiously glanced at Yang Chen, whose expression was a bit strange. He silently sensed the aura currently emanating from Yang Chen's body, then walked in.
Yang Chen was now the only standard Wang Ye had to judge his own strength, so he had to keep a close eye on Yang Chen's condition to accurately grasp his own power.
After all, most of the energy from that mysterious fruit he ate hadn't been absorbed. Instead, it had turned into a ball of energy stored in his dantian, constantly emitting faint energy for his body to absorb.
What's the matter?
Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a hint of weariness on his face.
Wang Ye nodded. "I need to investigate information about the Buddhist sect."
"Didn't I already give you A-level access?" Zhang Ziliang asked, puzzled.
"What I want to know isn't on the intelligence websites," Wang Ye replied flatly.
Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a grave expression. "Did you catch another big fish?"
"Just curious," Wang Ye responded calmly, not revealing even a shred of information.
Zhang Ziliang was a bit speechless and fell silent.
"You have to see it no matter what?"
"No matter what!"
After a long pause...
"Fine, come with me."
Zhang Ziliang heaved a sigh and stood up, taking his work pass and heading for the door.
Wang Ye followed behind Zhang Ziliang with an impassive expression.
23rd Floor.
Zhang Ziliang pressed the elevator button and explained, "The 23rd floor is our Tianzu's largest library. It contains a lot of things, including some ancient books preserved from the Evernight. These things all have precious value and normal people are usually not allowed to enter."
"As for the Buddhist sect's information, it's too important, so a lot of the records aren't kept on computers. The old generation's tradition is still to write things down and keep them in front of you for safety."
Wang Ye silently nodded.
He had always harbored some doubts about this.
After all, using websites as a base to record intelligence carried considerable risks, even with layers of protection.
It seemed that his so-called A-level access was just a facade Tianzu had put out...
The elevator doors opened and in just an instant, Wang Ye felt himself locked onto by several powerful energies, as if he could be attacked at any moment.
Zhang Ziliang stood in the elevator and held up his work pass.
Strands of energy ceaselessly swept over Zhang Ziliang's entire body. After a long time, the energy dissipated and the oppressive feeling in the air vanished.
Zhang Ziliang relaxed. "I hate coming here the most. It's like being stripped naked and toyed with every time."
Wang Ye's expression was solemn.
As expected, Tianzu was far more complicated than it appeared.
Just the people guarding the library gave off an aura filled with terror, let alone the unfathomable group leader, Li Xinghe.
But the Evernight had only ended a little over a year ago. How did these people gain such formidable strength in that short time?
There was still so much he needed to understand now.
Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Ziliang brought Wang Ye straight to the deepest part of the library.
Row after row of huge bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books. Before the Evernight, books like these might not have been considered particularly valuable.
But after experiencing the Evernight, most things had been destroyed and human living space kept shrinking.
These paper books, preserved intact in such huge quantities, had become extremely precious.
As they continued deeper, the bookshelves on both sides grew sparser and the pages of the books had a slightly yellowed tinge, exuding the aura of olden days.
Accordingly, the contents of these books were clearly even more valuable.
Finally, they arrived at the end of the library, where a bronze gate stood erect.
In front of the gate was a rocking chair with an old man lying in it. The old man's hair was snow white and sparse, with only a few stubborn strands remaining on his head.
His face was extremely aged and covered in liver spots. Currently, he had his eyes closed and was reclining in the rocking chair.
If not for the faint sound of breathing, one might have thought he was already dead.
"Elder Qian, I'd like to bring someone in to look up some information."
Zhang Ziliang bent down slightly and spoke respectfully.
The old man seemed not to hear him, as the rocking chair swayed gently.
"Elder Qian..."
Zhang Ziliang was a bit helpless. His eyes revealed a hint of respect as he raised his voice slightly.
The old man opened his eyes hazily, looking at Zhang Ziliang.
As if trying to recall for a long time who Zhang Ziliang was, a kindly smile finally appeared on his aged face. "Little Mouse, in the blink of an eye, you've grown this big."
Little Mouse?
Wang Ye was taken aback for a moment, giving Zhang Ziliang a strange look.
But Zhang Ziliang showed no embarrassment or anger. On his eternally cold face was a rare gentleness. "It's me. I'd like to bring someone in to look up some information."
"Oh, go on in."
The old man peered at Wang Ye closely with his blurry eyes, then laboriously got up from the rocking chair.
Zhang Ziliang hurriedly went up to support the old man, carefully leading him to the bronze gate.
The old man breathed heavily. He lightly waved his hand in empty space and a crack appeared. The old man arduously stretched out his hand into the crack, fumbling around and taking out a key to open the big door. He placed the key back into the crack.
The crack disappeared, but the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He sat back down in the rocking chair and slowly closed his eyes.
Wang Ye looked thoughtful. This crack...
Faintly resembled the abilities of that old monk from the Buddhist sect.
It was the rare spatial ability.
Zhang Ziliang helped the old man back into the rocking chair and glanced at Wang Ye, speaking lightly, "Let's go in."
Wang Ye nodded and followed Zhang Ziliang through the bronze door.
The bronze door slowly closed.
The frail old man lay slumbering in the rocking chair, a picture of tranquility.

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.

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!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"