Mr. Kong held a book with no words in it. The writing on its pages had turned into a vast swarm of ants, like a shadow that ebbed and flowed beneath his feet.
“Shi Buyi, turn back now... Ah, forget it.” Mr. Kong knew there was no point in trying to persuade him.
The [Stone Whisperer] paused for only a second before moving again.
He stepped straight into Mr. Kong’s swarm of ants, allowing countless insects to crawl up his stony muscles.
“Mr. Kong seems to know me quite well. [Rest Gate · Theoretical Law]. Good laws and benevolent governance are my guiding principles; the scales of justice rest within my heart.”
The [Stone Whisperer] transformed completely into a stone man, paying no attention even as the swarm gnawed at him.
After releasing the ants, Mr. Kong made no further move. He simply allowed the Stone Whisperer to pass by him.
The [Stone Whisperer]’s strength had exceeded everyone’s expectations.
He had actually withstood the attacks of eight high-ranking Mystics all by himself.
The Stone Whisperer continued onward until he reached the main exit.
It wasn’t that there were no other experts present. However, there were already very few people above [Mystery] 5, and the rest had little reason to intervene.
Chen Miemie had been waiting eagerly for someone to bring the Stone Whisperer down. After waiting half a day, he watched in astonishment as the stone man defeated eight opponents in succession. Even as he marveled at how deeply the [Stone Whisperer] had hidden his strength, he couldn’t help curling his lips.
The [Stone Whisperer] was indeed powerful, but there was a reason behind each of his Eight Gates.
Among the Eight Gates, the Life Gate, Open Gate, and Rest Gate were relatively gentle. The three opponents corresponding to those moves—[Zhiliao], Luo Lang, and Mr. Kong—had practically gone easy on him in plain sight.
Especially Mr. Kong. He hadn’t even bothered to pretend otherwise; he had been doing nothing but slacking off.
Chen Miemie had no intention of making a move.
For one thing, many of the mysteries had been unraveled today, so unlike before, he no longer had many questions to ask.
For another, when he attacked, it was actually the strange beings within him that attacked. With the high-ranking figures of the entire Sealed Library watching, he didn’t want to reveal too much.
Just as the [Stone Whisperer] was about to walk out the door and escape, his next action once again took everyone by surprise.
The [Stone Whisperer] reached out and closed both doors. Then he turned around to face everyone in the auditorium.
“I, Shi Buyi, hereby surrender myself. I admit to all the crimes just accused of me by the [Butler] and everyone else, and I am willing to submit to the law.
“I, the [Stone Whisperer], Grand Scholar of the Sealed Library, am in charge of law and punishment. Today, I presided over the final case—the case of [Shi Buyi inciting hostility between humans and witches].”
Three wounds suddenly appeared on his body, each deep enough to expose the bone. In an instant, he became a man drenched in blood.
The attacks had come from President Yu, the “Pestle Grandma,” and [Silence].
The [Stone Whisperer] spat out a large mouthful of blood. Ignoring the three women, he instead pointed at the documents scattered across the floor.
“In this entire case, I am the principal culprit, and I should be executed. As for the subsidiary crimes already confirmed, witches, do you have any objections to the crimes listed in these documents?”
The “Pestle Grandma” struck him again. “What? Do you really think you can’t die?”
The [Stone Whisperer] shook his head. “You can kill my body, but you cannot kill my thoughts. There are still many, many people in the Sealed Library who think as I do. Ideas do not die.”
The “Pestle Grandma” was about to attack again.
The [Stone Whisperer] stomped on the ground, and a spike of earth thrust up from the ground beside the “Pestle Grandma.”
“‘Pestle Grandma,’ when you said you weren’t afraid to drag me down with you, were you telling the truth?
“Good. I feel the same way.
“Many people have already forgotten that the law is the order upon which the entire Sealed Library rests. Scholars can be tried, witches can be judged. It is time to draw this rusted sword of justice once more.
“The rift between humans and witches has existed for far too long. What we need is a thorough reckoning. When a disease has spread to the marrow, treating only the surface wounds is not enough—we must open the wound deeper and cut away the rotten flesh. Some blood must be spilled.
“If we want to move forward unburdened, we must turn the page on the past completely. I have already entered the game. Are you prepared to do the same?”
The “Pestle Grandma” stopped her attack and stared at the [Stone Whisperer] for a long while before saying, “What is there to fear?”
She walked toward the stage.
As she passed [Bridge Princess] and Chen Miemie, her voice drifted over in a whisper too soft to hear clearly.
“[Bridge Princess], the [Molting Clinic] will be yours from now on.”
[Bridge Princess] tried to get up and stop her, but Chen Miemie and Du Jun pressed down on her shoulders from either side, keeping her seated.
Du Jun forced the words out through clenched teeth. “[Bridge Princess], don’t forget what Grandma told us at yesterday’s meeting.”
Gongshu Key was biting down so hard that blood nearly appeared in his mouth. “Why? Grandma doesn’t have to go! The [Stone Whisperer] has already exposed himself. Why not just kill him?”
Du Jun shook his head.
“He is a Grand Scholar. He has entered the game with his own life and surrendered himself. Now, no one but the law has the right to kill him.”
“There are so many witches. Why does it have to be Grandma?”
Chen Miemie no longer listened to them. He simply watched the “Pestle Grandma” walk onto the stage.
He silently turned the thought over in his mind.
The “Pestle Grandma” was old enough, respected enough, and her crimes were proven beyond doubt. She would accept responsibility for the crimes of the vast majority of witches, then be buried underground together with those charges, becoming nourishment for the two races’ fresh start.
Her ending would not only serve as an answer to humanity; it would also serve as a warning to the witches.
When the Stone Whisperer saw the “Pestle Grandma” come onto the stage, he asked only one extremely simple and direct question:
“‘Pestle Grandma,’ do you plead guilty?”
He did not specify which crimes or how many.
The “Pestle Grandma” looked around the room.
“Guilty.”
“Good. Someone come and take the ‘Pestle Grandma’ and me away together.”
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone watched wordlessly as the security officers shackled the [Stone Whisperer] and the “Pestle Grandma,” then escorted them out through the doors.
Watching the [Stone Whisperer]’s back, Mr. Kong let out a long sigh.
He seemed to return to several decades earlier, when Shi Buyi had still been a bus driver.
The young Shi Buyi, carrying a letter of complaint he had written himself, walked toward the complaint office.
The middle-aged [Stone Whisperer] exercised his authority to judge others—and was about to have himself locked away in prison.
Two figures separated by decades overlapped in that moment.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight 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!
