"Mogu, you've done well. Thanks to you these days, the Hundred Ghosts Sect has flourished so brilliantly."
A man with fiery red hair, adorned with a lip piercing and heavy eyeliner, spoke with a sly grin. He appeared to be in his thirties, exuding an indescribable aura of danger.
One of the Four Great Demon Halls of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—Chi Xiao!
"You flatter me, Lord Chi Xiao."
A middle-aged man with a meticulously groomed mustache, dressed in a black suit and top hat, smiled mysteriously.
The mustached man was none other than the foremost of the Eight Immortals of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—Immortal Gu!
Chi Xiao crouched on his chair, watching the manipulated expert on the computer screen. He gnawed on his thumb and let out an unpleasant chuckle. "These people are under your illusion. How long can they last?"
"A week. But when the time's up, we can 'refill' them—just like coffee."
Immortal Gu elegantly sipped his coffee, speaking leisurely.
"Good. I knew I could count on you."
Chi Xiao grinned, revealing a terrifying smile of approval. "The seal's control is in place. The Sect Master hasn't arrived in this world yet, but it won't be long. Before then, we must prepare everything here so he can take over immediately."
Immortal Gu replied calmly, "This subordinate is already laying the groundwork. That day isn't far off. Many factions—like the Blood Fiend Sect, Five Poisons Sect, and Ten Thousand Demons Abyss—have already pledged allegiance to us. Conquering the land of Great Xia won't be difficult."
"Well done. But speaking of which—what happened with Zi Xin?! She was actually injured by some human brat!"
A dangerous glint flashed in Chi Xiao's eyes.
That was his woman!
The one he treasured like a jewel—now grievously wounded by a mere human!
Unforgivable!
Immortal Gu remained unruffled. "Lady Zi Xin had just broken through the barrier. Her strength hadn't fully recovered. Her injury at the hands of that human was merely an accident."
Chi Xiao mused, "I heard she also ran into a human martial expert—Cangqiong Daoist?"
Immortal Gu smiled faintly. "No need for concern, Lord Chi Xiao. Though Cangqiong Daoist is formidable, Lady Zi Xin escaped unscathed. There's been no news since, likely because she's lying low for now."
Chi Xiao nodded. "Good. First, we kill that human brat."
"This subordinate was just thinking the same."
Immortal Gu set down his coffee, frowning with a hint of sorrow. "That same boy was the one who killed Immortal Hu."
"That old gourd died by his hand too?" Chi Xiao's eyes gleamed strangely.
"New grudges atop old debts."
"That boy must die—no question."
Immortal Gu, however, showed a trace of worry. "He's no ordinary opponent. In Great Xia, aside from the Divine Halls, the Dao Alliance, and the Heavenly Dragon Temple, we may now have to add the Asura Sect to our list of enemies."
"The Asura Sect? Hah. People really dare to call themselves anything these days."
Chi Xiao's pupils shimmered, lost in thought.
"Love you all! Mwah!"
A live-streaming girl blew a kiss to her screen before quietly ending her broadcast.
Then, sweat beaded on her forehead.
"What's going on?"
Her face pale, she clutched her stomach.
"Maybe it's just my period. My whole body feels off."
Her gaze fell on the slimming pills on her desk, and she smiled in relief.
She was a famous voice actress.
Normally, she never showed her face during streams—all because of her overweight figure.
If she revealed herself, even her small fanbase might vanish overnight.
But the slimming pills had given her confidence.
With her weight down, plus makeup skills and powerful beauty filters—
Her first face reveal had been a resounding success.
"Thank goodness I managed to grab some. These pills are hard to get now, right?"
Her eyes sparkled with joy.
"Just too expensive."
"I have to maintain my figure. Can't gain weight again."
If she rebounded, a single pill would drain her wallet dry.
Just then, her screen lit up.
Her eyes brightened as she quickly opened her phone and played the voice message.
"Hey, you still up, babe?"
A deep, smoky voice, layered with deliberate vocal effects, came through.
The girl giggled and replied sweetly, "Not yet. Your voice is so nice~"
"No, no, yours is nicer. Can I see a pic of you?"
After a moment's hesitation, she sent him a photo.
"Damn! You're gorgeous! Hey, do you like animals? Like, say... dogs?"
"Of course!"
"What about... simp dogs?"
The girl burst into laughter at his antics, and they set a time to meet in person.
Her eyes brimmed with hope.
She'd thought she'd never meet anyone like this in her lifetime.
At the shop.
Lan Yihe grinned ear-to-ear as he checked the profit margins.
His commission alone was a hundred million!
Once, such a sum had been beyond his wildest dreams.
"Sticking with the Five Poisons Sect really pays off!"
Just then, the shop door rattled under violent pounding.
Lan Yihe frowned. "We're out of stock! Come back tomorrow!"
"Get out here! Refund us!"
"Fraudulent merchants! This 'Youth Beauty Elixir' is defective! Look what it's done to my wife's face! You owe us an explanation!"
The angry shouts outside grew louder.
Lan Yihe motioned for his clerks, Xue Xia and Xue Dong, to open the door.
A woman stood there, her face disfigured with dark, purplish blotches—a horrifying sight.
"You see what your crap did to my wife?! This shop ruins lives! Pay up, or this isn't over!"
The man, red-faced and furious, grabbed Lan Yihe by the collar, ready to throw a punch.
Xue Xia and Xue Dong moved to intervene.
"Hold it!"
Lan Yihe raised a hand, stopping them.
"The symptoms weren't supposed to show for another six months."
"But everyone's resistance varies. I’m surprised someone reacted this soon."
The disfigured woman wept silently behind her hands.
The man roared, "It's all because of your Youth Beauty Elixir! If you don’t make this right, we’re not leaving!"
Lan Yihe raised an eyebrow, an idea forming.
"Why blame the Youth Beauty Elixir, sir? You must be mistaken."
He leaned in with a sly whisper. "Money? Five Dimensions Corp has plenty. But there’s something else I’d like to discuss with you..."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
