The newly arrived in Sixiang City wasn't just the new bishop of the Moon Church.
The vehicle trading market.
Shi Lei had been watching the shop for half the day. His family's shop mainly dealt with vehicle repair and maintenance.
He used to come here a lot when he was a kid, and acquaintances would jokingly call him "Boss Little Stone".
Ever since graduating and joining the society, he had temporarily shifted his focus to the excavation of [Mystery], so he hadn't had time to come back.
Today was his day off, and his family happened to be busy, so he made a rare return to watch the shop.
Just past 5:00 PM, as he finished packing up and was about to pull down the roller shutter to close the shop.
"Boss, there's something wrong with the car, please take a look." A customer arrived.
Shi Lei turned around and saw two men wearing sunglasses.
One was tall and the other short. The tall one was about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a Black Trench Coat, while the short one was only 1.4 meters tall, wearing a White Suit.
Standing together, the two formed a rather stark contrast.
Shi Lei felt the unique aura of Mystics from them.
Sunglasses covering their faces, and they were unfamiliar Mystics. Shi Lei's intuition told him that these two were big trouble.
Shi Lei wasn't going to take this business: "Sorry, you two, the mechanic has already gotten off work and left. I don't know how to fix cars, how about you come back tomorrow?"
Black Trench Coat twitched his nose, as if sniffing something in the air.
"Hehe, you're lying. You are the mechanic. What, keeping your doors open but refusing to do our business?"
White Suit originally had no reaction, but upon hearing Black Trench Coat's words, he immediately became angry: "Deceiving and refusing customers, do you not want to keep your shop open anymore?"
Shi Lei had only recently graduated and knew he was a newbie. He didn't talk back, but just chuckled dismissively: "I'm really sorry, I have things to do at home, and I'm already closing up."
After speaking, Shi Lei was about to continue closing the door.
The descending roller shutter was blocked by one of Black Trench Coat's hands.
White Suit's voice was as cold as iron: "Daring to refuse our Mist Church, you can choose to die a painful death directly, or die a quick death after fixing the car."
"Mist Church!" Shi Lei exclaimed.
His exclamation was half fake, intended to loudly announce their identities. There were still quite a few people left in the vehicle trading market at this moment, and if someone heard him, they would immediately report to the city administration;
The other half was genuine surprise. The Mist Church was universally despised; everyone kept their identities secret. To reveal their affiliations just to get a car fixed seemed far too reckless.
Or were they planning to kill everyone in the vehicle trading market to silence them? But if that were the case, there would be too many people to kill, and there would definitely be omissions.
"Kid, no need to shout. Haven't you noticed? Your voice isn't transmitting out."
White Suit's words made Shi Lei's heart sink to the bottom. He indeed noticed that the people not far away had absolutely no reaction to his shout of "Mist Church".
Shi Lei's shop wasn't large and only had one door. Now that the exit was blocked by the two of them, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
As for fighting?
He hadn't thought about it. His [Mystery] was only 1.3, and those from the Mist Church who operated in pairs were at least [Mystery] 3, with at least one [Mystery] 4. He couldn't possibly beat them.
He cursed viciously in his heart: The people from the Mist Church are downright sick. It's just fixing a car, why reveal your identities? Now that you've revealed it, how am I supposed to survive?
"I'll fix it. My car repairing skills are the best in the entire market. I can fix any problem."
Black Trench Coat knew Shi Lei wanted to stall for time, but as long as the car could be fixed, he didn't care.
Being stared at by the two, Shi Lei walked all the way to a corner of the road about 900 meters away, where a broken-down matchbox car was parked.
Under their watchful eyes, Shi Lei, the number one car repair expert, fixed the car from 5:30 PM all the way to 7:30 PM, a full two hours.
Even though dusk fell midway, under their murderous gazes, he couldn't stop his repair work.
"Kid, I've mercifully let you dawdle for two hours. How does it feel to have a bit of hope only to fall into despair at the end? Next, I'll only give you 10 minutes." Black Trench Coat's patience was exhausted.
Shi Lei repaired for another 5 minutes, then grabbed a tool, exerted his strength, and destroyed the core parts of the vehicle.
Immediately, black smoke billowed from the front of the car.
The two from the Mist Church weren't idiots either; they knew at a glance that the vehicle was scrapped.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
Shi Lei threw a wrench over: "Fixing it means death, and letting you drive away quickly after I die. Not fixing it also means death, so why should I make it easy for you!"
Black Trench Coat tilted his head, and the wrench flew past the corner of his ear.
White Suit gave a loud shout: "Fall~"
"Fall~", "Fall~", "Fall~", "Fall~"...
Shi Lei felt the huge shouts constantly echoing in his ears, his head splitting with pain.
He unconsciously covered his ears with both hands, but unfortunately it was already too late. His eardrums were ruptured, bleeding profusely, and he soon collapsed to the ground.
White Suit only attacked once and then stopped: "Deal with him."
Black Trench Coat nodded and walked step by step towards Shi Lei.
Just as he pulled out a dagger, preparing to launch a fatal strike to the heart.
"Hehe, the church has finally sent me subordinates again." A slightly hoarse voice sounded.
Black Trench Coat and White Suit looked towards the voice.
An orange vest, a purple suit, a plaster-like face, and a split mouth. If it wasn't Joker, who else could it be?
"You... how are you still alive?" The two lost their voices simultaneously.
Joker propped up his lips, revealing his teeth: "It truly breaks my heart. I miss the church so much, yet you only want to see me dead."
White Suit gradually calmed down: "Joker, whether you are dead or alive, you have already been expelled from the Mist Church. From now on, I am the person in charge of Sixiang City."
Joker laughed maniacally, "Haha": "Person in charge? That depends on whether you have the ability."
"Then bring it on. I've always heard people say that you, Joker, are incredibly strong. Today, I want to properly experience it."
Black Trench Coat also smiled: "The three of us are all [Mystery] 5. Joker, no matter how strong you are, can you fight against two partners who cooperate tacitly?"
"Fighting? No, I prefer peace. Let's play a game instead."
A huge gambling table appeared among the three of them. In the next moment, Black Trench Coat and White Suit were sitting on high stools.
"This is!"
"How is this possible? How could you pull us in directly! No, you're not [Mystery] 5!"
Joker ignored their questions and began to deal the cards.
A round of the game ended, and the gambling table disappeared.
Except for Chen Miemie, almost no one could beat him at the gambling table.
Black Trench Coat and White Suit's appearances had drastically changed.
The originally 1.9-meter-tall Black Trench Coat had been compressed into a 1.4-meter-tall fatty;
The originally 1.4-meter-tall White Suit had been stretched into a 1.9-meter-tall thin bamboo pole.
The massive changes in their body shapes caused both of their original clothes to be ruined.
Even though they were resolute and ruthless Mist cultists, the two rolled all over the floor in pain.
Joker squatted down and used a small wooden stick to poke the two whose faces were twitching and deformed from the pain.
"Let me ask again, are you the new subordinates the Mist Church sent to me? I didn't quite hear your answer just now."
"Yes, yes! Bishop Joker!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
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
