The Haunted House, Master Bedroom.
"Really strange... this 'Great Misfortune' doesn't seem so unfortunate after all?"
After staying on high alert for a long time, Zhong Yi and the other two couldn't help but voice their confusion.
Little did they know, not far beneath them, someone was silently bearing the burden for their safety.
At that moment, only three bone slips remained in the Yin-Yang Divination Sticks' tube.
Seeing that even the [Great Misfortune] had no visible effect, the trio grew even more emboldened.
"Let's try again!"
Zhou Qiaoling's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Her sanity was at its peak, and her courage had never been greater.
With a grin, she drew another slip from the remaining ones.
On the bone slip, a tiny human figure was enveloped by the massive wings of a benevolent-looking spirit bird.
Beneath it were the words:
[Great Fortune: Salvation in Desperation]
"Wow!!! I hit the jackpot!!!"
Zhou Qiaoling cheered, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her "prize."
But after a long wait, nothing happened.
"How odd..."
"Are these bone slips just a trick? Why is there no effect at all?"
"Salvation in desperation? But I haven't encountered any desperate situation..."
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The Basement.
On the damp, shadowy floor lay a corpse—its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth bleeding, its face a ghastly shade of bluish-white.
The limbs and neck were twisted at unnatural angles, a sight of utter horror.
Zhou Yue, now in his spectral form, stared at his own lifeless body, a bitter taste in his mouth.
Not long ago, the malevolent entity that had promised not to attack for five minutes had suddenly chased him relentlessly.
The moment its hands touched his eyes, his life was snuffed out, leaving him a wandering spirit.
"This is so bizarre... wasn't there supposed to be a protection period? Where was mine..."
Zhou Yue muttered to himself, his face twisted in frustration.
Just then, a shimmering golden feather drifted down before him.
"Who's there?"
Curious, he turned around and saw a dignified spirit bird hovering behind him.
Its enormous golden wings wrapped around him.
Streams of golden spiritual energy flowed into his soul, filling him with waves of warmth and vitality...
The next moment,
Zhou Yue's soul returned to his body, resurrecting him.
"I... I'm alive again!?"
Overwhelmed with joy, he looked around.
The ghostly old woman who had haunted him earlier was nowhere to be seen.
"She's gone... thank goodness..."
Relieved, Zhou Yue hurriedly climbed up the stairs.
With a gentle push,
The previously locked iron door swung open effortlessly!
"The door... it's open!!"
Ecstatic, he dashed toward the light.
"My luck has turned, haha! My luck has turned!!!"
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The Bedroom.
"Phew, thank goodness it's [Illusory Mirage]! Another [Misfortune] would've been bad!"
Zhou Qiaoling patted her chest in relief as she stared at yet another [Illusory Mirage] slip.
Every time a bone slip was drawn, there was a chance it would transform into [Illusory Mirage], nullifying the previous omen and leaving nothing in its wake.
She had drawn two [Misfortune] slips in a row, both miraculously averted.
Just as the three were engrossed in studying the Yin-Yang Divination Sticks, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.
"...Haha! My luck has turned!!"
They turned to look.
Zhou Yue, his face smeared with dirt and his clothes in tatters, limped toward them, leaning heavily on the railing.
His wretched appearance stood in stark contrast to the trio, who were having the time of their lives under the bright candlelight of the master bedroom.
At the sight, Zhong Yi froze for a moment before stifling a laugh and asking curiously,
"Old Zhou? Where have you been all this time? And... what happened to you? How did you end up like this?"
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】
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
