Looking at the little ghost before him, Qin Luo fell silent.
In reality, these ghosts were uniformly referred to as "Suì" here.
Ghosts with aggressive tendencies were called "Evil Suì,"
while those capable of communication were ordinary Suì.
Generally, Suì only lingered in the mortal world when they had unfinished business, refusing to move on to reincarnation.
Truthfully, Qin Luo didn’t have to help.
But for him, it was just a trivial matter.
After all...
Qin Luo flicked his fingers, and in an instant—
The ghost’s name, when and how she died, who her mother was, where she was, and her current condition—
All of it became crystal clear in Qin Luo’s mind.
If it were something too troublesome, he really wouldn’t bother.
Lowering his hand, Qin Luo glanced at the timid little girl.
He sighed inwardly.
Well, damn.
Another tragic Suì.
Whatever.
Qin Luo stretched out his hand and said to the girl, "Come on, I’m heading to the supermarket anyway. I’ll take you to see your mom."
"Th—thank you, big brother!"
......
Arriving at Jiang City’s largest shopping mall,
Qin Luo held the girl’s hand and warned, "Don’t let go of my hand, or you’ll disperse immediately. Got it?"
Zhuzhu—the little girl’s name—nervously nodded. "Got it."
She had died at the age of five.
Zhuzhu couldn’t leave the alley—some kind of rule in the supernatural world.
Qin Luo didn’t care to understand.
After all, he wasn’t dead. Why bother?
The moment he stepped into the mall,
a bone-chilling sensation surged from all directions, as if countless icy hands were grazing his skin.
[I’m sorry...]
[I’m sorry...]
Due to Qin Luo’s unique constitution and his "Heavenly Eye,"
he could not only see Suì invisible to ordinary people but also hear their murmurs.
So, she really is here.
Qin Luo’s gaze remained calm as water.
The mall was bustling with people, yet none realized that this place harbored a...
terrifying Evil Suì!
The conditions for an Evil Suì’s formation were extremely strict—
they required intense conviction or resentment to manifest.
Qin Luo already knew where Zhuzhu’s mother was.
But there was no rush.
He tightened his grip on Zhuzhu and headed toward a store. "This way."
Zhuzhu obediently followed. "Okay."
To ordinary onlookers, Qin Luo’s actions seemed bizarre.
After all, no one else could see Zhuzhu.
Soon,
Qin Luo was holding a stick of candied hawthorn.
He looked down at Zhuzhu, who was eyeing it curiously, and said,
"This might sound harsh, but your mom might not recognize you right away."
"Before we meet her, you need to prepare yourself."
Zhuzhu blinked. "Why?"
"No reason."
"...Oh."
Shifting his focus, Qin Luo’s eyes sharpened.
[Heavenly Eye—activate!]
In an instant—
[I’m sorry...]
[I’m sorry...]
[I’m sorry...]
The voices, laced with resentment, grew louder.
At the same time, a black thread appeared in Qin Luo’s vision.
He followed its trail, pulling Zhuzhu along.
Found you.
Moments later,
the black thread stopped before a massive freezer door.
Qin Luo glanced up.
The mall’s refrigeration room, huh?
No wonder the manager had complained about seeing ghosts here before.
Thankfully, the heavy foot traffic suppressed the lingering resentment.
Without another thought, he pushed the door open.
A wave of even colder air rushed out, thick with swirling black miasma.
At the center of the freezer,
a woman floated midair—Zhuzhu’s mother.
Her eyes were shut, her face contorted in agony.
Dark energy coiled around her as she let out pained moans.
Seeing her,
"Mom!"
Zhuzhu cried out, instinctively trying to run forward.
Qin Luo yanked her back, sighing. "I told you, you’ll disperse if you let go."
The next second,
the woman’s eyes snapped open—glowing an eerie red.
With a shrill shriek, she lunged at Qin Luo and Zhuzhu.
Unfazed, Qin Luo raised a hand.
"A third-tier Evil Suì? Not bad for a Suì."
Since he dealt with this often, he’d devised a ranking system for them.
Zhuzhu didn’t understand, but when she saw her mother not recognizing her—
even trying to hurt Qin Luo—
her eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom! It’s me! Zhuzhu! Snap out of it!"
Hearing her cry,
the woman paused. The red in her eyes dimmed slightly.
"...Zhu...?"
Smack!
Before she could finish,
Qin Luo waved his hand.
A massive black palm materialized and swatted the woman into fragments.
Zhuzhu froze. "...Huh?"
But it wasn’t over.
With a flick of his wrist,
the fragments reassembled, and the woman’s spirit reformed before them.
The woman: "......"
Zhuzhu: "......"
Qin Luo shrugged. "Don’t misunderstand. I just purified the evil energy."
"Alright..."
He handed the candied hawthorn to the woman.
"You still have unfinished business, right?"
"Don’t break your promise."
The woman numbly took it.
Without hesitation, she knelt and hugged Zhuzhu, sobbing.
"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..."
"I came too late..."
"Mom!! Waaahhh!!!"
Mother and daughter clung to each other,
their bodies gradually glowing with golden light.
Qin Luo yawned.
This was already the third case this month.
Soon,
the two looked up at Qin Luo gratefully.
"Th—thank you, Master Qin!"
He waved them off.
In the next moment,
they dissolved into golden particles, vanishing into the air.
They had...
ascended.
Tch.
Qin Luo rubbed his temples.
Why did he keep running into these things?
But it wasn’t over yet.
He walked to the farthest corner of the freezer,
where a row of shelves stood.
Pulling them aside,
he revealed a space hidden under piles of food—
something no ordinary person would notice.
Zhuzhu’s mother had been here all along.
"........"
Qin Luo stared silently at the skeletal remains at his feet.
He exhaled softly.
Zhuzhu’s mother had been a temporary worker at the mall twenty years ago.
While organizing the shelves, she’d somehow gotten trapped in this corner—
a freak accident, but one that could happen.
Zhuzhu had died long ago too.
Hit by a car while chasing a ball into the street near that alley.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Hey, Bai Wengang. Send someone to the freezer on the first floor of the mall."
"There’s a skeleton here—twenty years old."
"Bury it in the public cemetery."
"And dig up the alley on Jiang City’s 11th Road. There’s a child’s remains there too."
"Bury them together."
"Also, go to Lin'an City next door and find Lin XX living in XX Estate. He’s the hit-and-run driver who killed a child and buried the body."
Click. The call ended.
Qin Luo finally rubbed his shoulders and muttered, "Alright, time to go shopping."
Meanwhile, at the Jiang City branch of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Bai Wengang stared blankly at the disconnected phone.
What the—?
Qin Luo, what are you talking about in broad daylight? Two corpses?!
At the same time.
Elsewhere.
Inside a dark cave.
"!!!!"
A withered old man suddenly snapped his eyes open, his gaze filled with a chilling killing intent. "Who?!"
"Who destroyed the twin evil spirits I prepared?!!!!"
......
.....
Time passed.
Su Family Villa.
Crunch~!
"Young Miss, I'm back."
"Luo Luo! You’re back!! Wow! You got chips!"
Su Muwan happily grabbed the large bags of snacks, then tilted her head up and blinked at Qin Luo. "Besides buying these, did you do anything else? Or did you just come straight home?"
"Well... there was one thing..."
As he spoke, Qin Luo reached out and ruffled Su Muwan’s hair, smiling. "I helped a little girl find her mom."
"Oh ho, since when did you have such a soft side?"
"I thought you were the type to slap someone while saying, ‘Don’t touch me.’"
Qin Luo: ?
...
....
Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try writing daily life from a single perspective like this. Finally did it—feels great.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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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."
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.
