"Huh? Are you serious?" Little Wei nearly laughed at Youyin's words.
But now she could see it clearly—Youyin had feelings for her.
And... was trying to deceive her, like a big bad wolf luring a little lamb.
"Then who should I go with?" Little Wei wasn’t panicking anymore, raising her eyes to look at Youyin.
Lately, she had made some progress in her cultivation and could temporarily touch physical objects, so Youyin reached out and ruffled her hair.
"With me, of course. It’s pretty trendy here for two girls to date."
Little Wei: ヽ(゜Q。)ノ?
Wasn’t this kind of deception a bit too much?
She was normal, not stupid.
"Are you... drunk?" Little Wei’s gaze at Youyin carried a hint of disdain.
And the moment she saw that look, Youyin understood everything.
She couldn’t fool Jiang Xixi.
Damn.
Jiang Xixi wasn’t as dumb as she’d imagined.
"Not at all." Youyin felt a little awkward.
Jiang Xixi not falling for her tricks really left her at a loss.
"Drinking less would do you more good than anything else," Little Wei said to her.
Youyin: "..."
"Fine, my bad. But I just wanted to see if I could trick you." Youyin was the type to speak her mind.
She just wanted to win Jiang Xixi over.
If you like someone, you go after them.
"You’re pretty straightforward." Little Wei stifled a laugh.
This Youyin really seemed hopelessly clumsy.
Youyin fell silent for a moment before leaning closer to Little Wei, a bit sulky as she asked, "So what do you actually think?"
"Nothing much. Just suddenly thought your proposal wasn’t half bad."
Little Wei clasped Youyin’s hand in hers.
But she still had to be reincarnated.
Should she tell Youyin about that?
Little Wei agonized over it for a while, though in the end, it probably didn’t matter—once the mission was over, Youyin would be leaving with her anyway.
"Huh? Really?" Youyin’s expression brightened at Little Wei’s words, a flicker of joy crossing her face.
"Of course it’s true." Little Wei reached out and hugged Youyin.
Youyin only noticed how cool Little Wei felt—in this sweltering summer heat, holding her was actually quite comfortable.
Like hugging a walking block of ice.
Youyin couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Then I’ll take you along this time. Perfect chance to show you what a vengeful ghost looks like."
True to her word, Youyin brought Little Wei to an old mansion.
The place reeked of bad luck, dust coating its green-tiled roof and gray bricks. Little Wei glanced around—there was nothing outside.
"This is the place? Feels ancient."
"Yep. Someone bought it recently, planning to live here. But after hearing the rumors, they asked me to deal with whatever’s haunting it."
Hearing this, Little Wei thought being a feng shui master wasn’t an easy job.
But what surprised her was the arrival of another person—Fu Yuanzhong, whom they’d seen earlier.
"You two..." Fu Yuanzhong’s gaze fixed on Little Wei.
Youyin quickly stepped in front of her.
Fu Yuanzhong frowned but caught a familiar scent.
The same one he’d noticed on that girl before.
This was it.
Now he understood why that girl could absorb the ghostly energy.
Because she was possessed by a spirit with spiritual power.
A ghost with spiritual energy—those two things mixed together sounded almost laughable.
Fu Yuanzhong had never encountered anything like it before.
"Relax, I’m not here to cause trouble." Fu Yuanzhong smirked.
"And I’m not stupid. She’s got spiritual energy—she’s nothing like the ghosts in this house. Did you really think us Taoists are all rigid and outdated?"
At his words, Youyin finally let out a breath of relief.
Good. That settled it.
"Didn’t expect the client to hire someone else." Youyin wasn’t entirely surprised—this kind of thing happened often.
As a feng shui master, clients often doubted her skills.
And this vengeful ghost was particularly troublesome. She’d only dared to come here because Little Wei was with her. Now that a Taoist had joined them, Youyin didn’t mind his presence.
In fact, she was somewhat glad—after all, her and Xixi’s lives were precious.
"Let’s go." Fu Yuanzhong said.
Little Wei found Fu Yuanzhong more and more likable—honest, sharp, and clearly skilled. He practically fit the male lead archetype.
"Ah, what a shame," Little Wei said to Si. "I think Fu Yuanzhong’s great. No dark history either."
"Jiang Chu would have to like him first. Or you could skip Jiang Chu and find Fu Yuanzhong a partner instead." Si was pretty open-minded.
"But here’s the thing—do Taoists even get girlfriends?" Little Wei asked.
The idea of a Taoist dating just sounded weird.
"They’re not monks. What’s wrong with having a partner?"
"Then can I set him up with a guy?" Little Wei pressed.
Si: "...?"
"Are you a fujoshi? That’s terrifying." Si shivered.
So this was the real Little Wei.
"What kind of person I am, Sis, shouldn’t you know best?" Little Wei teased.
Si immediately regretted engaging with this green tea act.
By now, the two humans and one ghost had stepped inside the mansion. A chilling gust of yin energy swept over them, making Youyin shudder violently.
It was freezing.
The ghost hadn’t even appeared yet, but the oppressive aura weighed down on them, making it hard to breathe.
"This thing is vicious. Be careful. And at this level, it might take an interest in its own kind." Fu Yuanzhong glanced at Little Wei.
With all the spiritual energy she carried, she’d be a magnet for ghosts.
"Got it." Little Wei wasn’t worried.
Her biggest fear was that the ghost wouldn’t show up—her staff was practically itching for action.
As the sky darkened, Little Wei hesitated before pulling out her staff, casting a faint glow around the three of them.
"Nice artifact." Fu Yuanzhong chuckled.
With a wave of his hand, he traced a golden talisman in the air. The glowing script hovered above the mansion, and Youyin squinted at it.
Drawing talismans midair was an advanced technique—one she’d only seen her master perform before.
"Found it." A flicker of triumph crossed Fu Yuanzhong’s face after completing the soul-searching talisman.
"Keep moving deeper. Don’t split up." He warned the two.
Separating would be the worst mistake they could make.
"Understood." Youyin’s expression was grave.
Little Wei was still lost in thought when the other two vanished.
They sure moved fast.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?!
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
