"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.
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
