Chen Miemie left the Moon Library in the afternoon and did not return to Sixiang City until 11 p.m.
They would not normally have needed so long, since there was a spatial wormhole that could fold space like paper. However, the meteorite statue could not be folded by it, and using the wormhole would easily cause spatial displacement, resulting in the exit appearing somewhere other than the intended destination.
Along the way, Chen Miemie flew on the broom while the statue sat in a sedan chair.
Today was the sixth day of the week. Once midnight passed, [No Tomorrow] would begin.
South District Building, eighteenth floor.
Chen Miemie emerged from the stairwell, looking travel-worn.
When he had left, the entire floor had been undergoing renovations. The work had finally been completed more than a month ago.
The entire corridor had been painted white, with spotless white floor tiles.
A small red spider—the Red Avatar—crawled out from his shoulder.
“It’s so monotonous. I still need to decorate the ceiling.”
The doors to 1802 and 1804 had vanished. Only the door to 1803 remained on the left. It had been replaced with a grander one, and the old key no longer worked.
Chen Miemie went to 1805 and knocked.
Joker opened the door.
“You’re back already?” Joker was somewhat surprised. Chen Miemie had returned two days earlier than he had announced.
Chen Miemie grinned. “Surprised?”
Joker nodded, acknowledging the “surprise.”
He stepped aside, seemingly inviting Chen Miemie in.
Chen Miemie merely glanced inside. The bare concrete interior had been transformed into a luxurious, fully furnished home.
“I’ll come by another day. I’m going back to my own place first.” Chen Miemie had come to get a new key from Joker.
“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with a small problem first.” Joker spread his hands. “I was planning to take care of it before you came back.”
“What problem?”
“An anomaly was born on this floor. It considers this place its territory. I’ve been fighting it every day for the past week. In a direct confrontation, it’s no match for me, but I can’t kill it either.”
Chen Miemie glanced at his watch.
It was already 11:20 p.m.
“What kind of anomaly?”
Chen Miemie needed to deal with the anomaly that even Joker could not kill within the next forty minutes—whether that meant destroying it, driving it away, or subduing it.
Joker had fought the anomaly many times, so he already had a fairly complete understanding of it.
“It’s called [Formaldehyde]. It’s a gaseous anomaly with no fixed form. Physical attacks are basically useless against it.
“It likes to hide in the gaps between boards, along the edges of veneer, and among curtain fibers. It’s usually colorless, only giving off a faint blue halo in sunlight. That’s the only time it has any color.
“It excels at surprise attacks. The moment someone opens a cabinet, it lunges at their face. The instant they pull open a drawer, it burrows into their nose.
“Its attacks aren’t immediately fatal, but they can cause dizziness, coughing, watery eyes, skin allergies, and corrosion of the lungs.”
After hearing this, Chen Miemie also found the anomaly rather troublesome.
It sounded like the type of anomaly whose attack power was nothing special, but whose [Immortality] was extremely troublesome—somewhat like Black Hole.
Such an anomaly was not deadly, but it was incredibly difficult to deal with.
“If physical attacks are useless, how were you planning to deal with it within two days?”
Joker chuckled.
“I’ve just found its weakness. As long as we ventilate the place thoroughly and get the air flowing throughout the entire floor, we can weaken it. I was planning to find a [Mystic] whose power is wind and have them give the whole floor a complete airing-out.
“If [No Tomorrow] weren’t about to begin, I could simply leave every door on the floor open and let the place breathe.”
Chen Miemie looked puzzled. “So you were just going to stay here and absorb formaldehyde? Become a human air purifier?”
“I’m an anomaly. Formaldehyde can’t hurt me.”
Chen Miemie released the anomalies he was carrying.
“This is Black Hole, this is Jinguo, this is the [Rebel Broom], or simply Broom, and this is Water Gaze, which only appears in water. And this is Joker.” Chen Miemie introduced the unfamiliar faces.
Then he gave them an order.
“Find [Formaldehyde] and bring it to me.”
Joker opened the doors to 1801 and 1803, and the anomalies scattered in every direction.
While they searched for [Formaldehyde], Chen Miemie inspected his “new home.”
The original 1803 had already been well decorated, and its basic layout had not changed. Two passageways had simply been added, connecting it to 1802 and 1804. As a result, the apartment now contained two additional halls and four more bedrooms.
The requirements he had made earlier had all been fulfilled.
The kitchen had been transformed into a larger open-plan space, complete with a massive oven that Bobo would love.
Several bathrooms had been added, one of which contained a huge bathtub that would be perfect for soaking.
One entire wall of the living room had been fitted with display shelves, divided into compartments for showcasing porcelain.
A massive fish tank stood in the entryway, taking up nearly half the wall. Pure Water and Water Gaze would probably love it.
After making a full circuit, Chen Miemie declared himself satisfied.
Joker did not wander around. He had spotted the meteorite statue by the stairwell, and some inexplicable attraction kept him rooted to the spot.
He stopped Bobo, who was passing by and very obviously accomplishing nothing.
“Bobo, what is this statue?”
Bobo raised one chicken wing, indicating, “You eat first. I’ll tell you after you eat.”
Joker tore off the chicken wing and swallowed it quickly, bones and all.
Bobo was not pleased.
“Such delicious food, and you don’t even have an expression of enjoyment on your face. I don’t like you.”
Whether Bobo liked him or not, she still kept her word.
“This is a meteorite Chen Miemie went to great lengths to retrieve from the Eternal Moon, then carved with his own hands. Its name is the [Moon God in Yellow Statue]. Since we are all dependents of the Eternal Moon, we naturally feel close to the statue.”
Joker was shocked.
He was not like the other anomalies around Chen Miemie. Not long ago, he had still been human—and not just any human. He had once served as a bishop of the Mist Church, and possessed a considerable amount of common sense and knowledge. He had also studied certain secrets.
Precisely because he knew these things, he understood exactly what it meant to “retrieve a meteorite from the Eternal Moon.”
To Chen Miemie’s surprise, something happened.
After searching for half an hour, the anomalies in the house still had not found [Formaldehyde].
Joker was not surprised.
“Whenever we fight, it’s always the one that attacks me first. When it wants to hide, even I can’t find it.”
With [No Tomorrow] approaching, Chen Miemie waved his hand.
“Let’s leave it alone for now. Once [No Tomorrow] is over, I’ll ask Teacher Fuxiao to come and help blow [Formaldehyde] out.”
Actually, Chen Miemie and the others were no longer particularly afraid of the mist brought by [No Tomorrow]. They were practically a gathering of anomalies themselves. Still, it was better to be cautious. Unless there was something important to deal with, there was no need to deliberately act recklessly. After all, the unknown [Mystery] deserved respect.
Joker began giving his work report.
“The Mist Church in Sixiang City has been rebuilt. It currently has six members.”
Chen Miemie was not very interested.
“They were troublemakers before and kept doing bad things. Just drive them out—or better yet, eliminate them.”
Joker: “...”
“I’m the new person in charge. They now belong to our faction, and we’ve already taken control of the entire underground world of Sixiang City.”
“You were doing just fine as a ‘Liberation Assistant.’ Why have you come out of retirement?”
“If I don’t do it, the Mist Church will send someone else sooner or later. With me handling it, at least I can keep them from causing trouble.”
Chen Miemie was deeply skeptical. “Wouldn’t you be more likely to cause trouble? And the Mist Church agreed to this?”
“They didn’t agree at first. They changed their minds later.”
“How did you persuade them?”
“They sent three waves of people after me. All of them died. After that, they recognized my status.”
Chen Miemie wasn’t particularly interested in the Mist Church’s influence. “Whatever. As long as you don’t stage any terrorist attacks, I don’t care what else you do. Here.”
Joker took the small box Chen Miemie handed him.
Inside was a yellow stone pocket watch. It was empty inside, with room for a miniature portrait.
The moment he opened the box, he knew what it was made of. It gave off the same faint pull as the giant meteorite statue.
Joker left with a complicated expression, just as the clock struck midnight.
Chen Miemie climbed into her familiar bed, turned over a few times, and soon drifted blissfully into sleep.
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.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
