"Ahhh!!! Ghost, it's a ghost!!!"
Zhou Qiaoling screamed and turned to flee.
Just moments ago, a ghost had breathed down her neck, sending the trio scrambling in panic into the basement.
They had just found the box of matches when they heard a frantic "thump-thump" sound—like a heart pounding wildly.
Then, a female ghost in white suddenly appeared beside them.
"What demon dares—? I am of the Pure Yang—"
"Run!!!"
Before Mu Yawen could finish his declaration, Zhou Yue grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs.
Lu Ze's illusionary realm had been tested by countless mighty cultivators, proving one universal truth:
No matter how strong you are, within this realm, all are equal!
Even Zhong Yi had been taken without a trace—how could Mu Yawen's Pure Yang Spirit possibly work here?
Zhong Yi was already gone. Zhou Yue couldn't just watch his reckless junior brother become the ghost's next meal!
The female ghost hung her head, her long hair cascading down as she leisurely climbed the stairs.
"Tap…"
"Tap…"
Each footstep was like a death knell, sending tremors of terror through their hearts.
"Ahhh!!! Lu Ze, you demon, you're inhuman!!!"
Zhou Qiaoling shrieked, her voice raw with fear, dignity as a Nascent Soul cultivator long forgotten.
The basement entrance lay at the top of a long staircase.
The entire haunted mansion was plunged in darkness, the only light coming from the spirit lantern Mu Yawen carried at the rear.
In the dim glow, Zhou Qiaoling suddenly saw it—
A writhing shadow on the stairs ahead.
"Ahhh!!! Another one! There's another ghost!!!"
She screamed again.
In horror games, one person's panic often spreads to the rest.
The illusionary realm was no different.
The trio's sanity had already dropped below 60.
Under the influence of the Fear-Soul Binding Array, their nerves were frayed to the limit.
"No choice—charge through! Don't let it grab you!"
"Get out, get out now!!! I'll hold it off if I have to!"
Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen roared in unison.
Zhou Qiaoling clenched her teeth, shut her eyes, and bolted forward.
With a "squelch," her foot landed on something soft.
Zhou Yue followed, stomping on the "ghost" on the stairs as he sprinted upward.
Mu Yawen, the boldest of them, leaped over the shadow—but not before glancing back.
The shadowy figure's head hung low, muttering incoherently as it reached out toward him.
Mu Yawen's face paled, and he kicked the "ghost" down the stairs.
"Hah! You think you can catch me?"
With the second "ghost" gone, the three fled the basement like their lives depended on it, slamming the iron door shut behind them.
Only then did they collapse, gasping for breath, their hearts still racing.
"Did anyone else… think that voice sounded familiar?"
"Voice? What voice?"
"That thing tried to grab me! Good thing I reacted fast and kicked it down!"
They exchanged shaky accounts of their narrow escape.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the stairs, Zhong Yi lay in a dazed heap, having tumbled down in a bruised and battered mess.
After struggling through endless supernatural barriers, he'd finally broken free…
Only to have his own teammates fail to recognize him.
As he pushed himself up, a bone-chilling cold crept up his spine.
He turned—and locked eyes with the grotesque, rotting face of the female ghost.
No.
Not "eyes."
Her sockets were hollow, the eyeballs gouged out, leaving only squirming maggots in their place.
"Guh… guh…"
Zhong Yi's chest heaved violently.
A terror unlike anything he'd ever known exploded in his mind.
His limbs turned to jelly, but he forced himself up, staggering blindly toward the stairs.
The iron door above was shut tight.
He slammed his palms against it, his voice tearing from his throat:
"Ghost… there's a ghost!!"
"Open the door! OPEN IT!!"
"LET ME OUT!!!"
Upstairs, the three had barely caught their breath when the violent banging on the door sent their nerves into overdrive again.
The muffled voice from below made Zhou Qiaoling's lips tremble.
"That… that sounds like Zhong Yi…"
"Damn cunning demon! Now it's impersonating Old Zhong?!"
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth, pounding the floor in frustration. "Little sis, help me hold this door down!!"
……
In the basement, on the stairs—
Zhong Yi's teeth chattered uncontrollably.
His sanity had plummeted below 30.
Every second near the ghost drained it further.
Desperation etched on his face, he battered the door with everything he had.
Then, an icy breath grazed the back of his neck:
"Debts must be paid…"
"Blood must be shed…"
The ghost's mundane whisper was laced with unspeakable horror.
Zhong Yi lost all control.
He punched, kicked, threw his body—even his head—against the door in mindless frenzy.
……
"Damn it! It's getting stronger—this ghost is relentless!!"
Zhou Yue strained to keep the door pinned, Zhou Qiaoling beside him pushing with all her might.
"Let me handle this!!!"
Mu Yawen bellowed, leaping into the air—
THUD.
His massive frame crashed onto the door like a boulder.
The noise from below ceased entirely.
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
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
