Ten minutes later.
At the base of the ghost-hunting team, inside the cozy little hut of the players.
Zhou Yue, Zhou Qiaoling, and Mu Yawen sat on stools with their heads lowered like children who had done something wrong, their expressions full of embarrassment.
Beside them, Zhong Yi glared at the trio with a mix of frustration and disappointment.
"Look at you, just look at you!!!"
Zhong Yi was seething inside.
He could have escaped, but the three of them had locked him in the basement, leaving him at the mercy of the female ghost, who drained him of his life.
When Zhou Yue and the others reopened the basement door to fetch matches for the lantern and saw Zhong Yi’s corpse lying on the stairs, their expressions were… indescribable.
"Each of you is a prodigy from your respective peaks—future representatives of the Lingxiao Sect’s reputation! How could you be scared witless by a mere ghost in an illusion?!"
Zhong Yi lectured them with a stern glare.
Hearing this, the live-stream chat erupted in amusement.
[Hahahaha, the streamer really has the nerve to say that!]
[LMAO, I won’t name names, but someone was so scared they headbutted the door.]
[Talk about confidence after changing your pants.]
[Who knew disciples of the Lingxiao Sect would be afraid of ghosts…]
[Don’t even start, the elite disciple from Tianxuan Sect was terrified too.]
[This illusion is genuinely horrifying! Try it yourself if you don’t believe me!]
[No way! I’ve seen all kinds of horrors—how could a ghost in an illusion scare me?]
[Go live and show us, let’s see what you’ve got.]
……
After Zhong Yi was killed by the female ghost, the remaining three, having stayed in the dark for too long, saw their sanity points plummet rapidly.
Even after relighting the lantern, they still triggered the ghost’s hunting phase.
Within less than ten minutes, all three had met gruesome ends at the hands of the female ghost.
"Even though we lost… we still gathered a lot of valuable intel."
Zhong Yi sighed, trying to console the group.
He had died first.
After death, he became a spectating spirit, observing the map from a detached perspective.
Freed from sanity constraints, Zhong Yi could analyze the illusion’s mechanics more clearly.
He had noticed many intriguing details.
For instance,
the female ghost wore embroidered shoes, could douse matches, and even muttered, "The guilty must pay for their sins…"
Zhong Yi privately assumed she was either a drowned ghost or a vengeful spirit.
Yet, when the final results were tallied, the entity’s classification turned out to be "wandering ghost."
From this, Zhong Yi drew a conclusion:
Superficial traits—like a ghost’s appearance or certain behaviors—could be deceptive.
The only reliable way to determine a spirit’s true nature was through evidence recorded in ancient texts.
Zhong Yi glanced at the spectral dossier in his hand.
Wandering ghosts, nightmares, wraiths, drowned ghosts, vengeful spirits, ghost infants…
A total of 24 types!
Each ghost had three distinct traits, requiring identification artifacts to verify and document.
"If even a wandering ghost is this terrifying… Old Demon Lu is truly a monster!!!"
Recalling the ordeal, Zhou Qiaoling shuddered and hugged her shoulders.
Even though the fear-inducing formation was gone, the lingering dread remained.
The thing that had reduced the four of them to screaming wrecks was just a wandering ghost?
Then what about the even more horrifying vengeful spirits, malevolent ghosts…
Or worse—ghost immortals?
The thought sent another chill down her spine.
"I—I’m done! I swear the cabinet next to me just moved!!"
Zhou Qiaoling waved her hands frantically, ready to log off.
But Zhou Yue grabbed her before she could.
"Zhou! Qiao! Ling!!"
Zhou Yue glared at her fiercely.
"Look at yourself—scared out of your wits by one ghost! As cultivators, how can we focus only on refining our bodies and neglect our minds? You’re staying, no excuses!"
After a stern lecture from Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi, Zhou Qiaoling reluctantly stayed.
The four of them selected their equipment and once again arrived at a familiar place—
the haunted house.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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.”