"This is indeed a problem. Should we just leave him here?" Little Wei looked down at Zhao Hanyu.
Zhao Hanyu shifted uncomfortably, but Little Wei held him tightly, leaving him no room to move.
Damn it.
This body was far too limiting.
"We can’t just leave him here, can we? He’s just a kid," Fu Yuanzhong pursed his lips.
"Let’s call the police," Fu Yuanzhong’s solution was straightforward.
But admittedly, the process was time-consuming. By the time the duo—one human, one ghost—returned home, they were nearly exhausted.
And they even brought back an extra burden.
Originally, the police had handed Zhao Hanyu over to Zhao Xi, but naturally, he had no intention of dealing with the female lead. After the police left, he took a cab straight to Little Wei’s place.
What should have been a complicated situation was simplified by Zhao Xi’s interference.
Since his own family didn’t seem to care, the police had no reason to intervene.
After all, the whole thing was downright bizarre.
Like something out of a ghost story.
Zhao Hanyu despised his current predicament, but Little Wei was his only hope now.
At least this host seemed decent.
"Don’t worry, I have money. Even though I’m stuck in this kid’s body, I can still help you," Zhao Hanyu wanted to fulfill the original host’s unfinished business.
Even if it meant relying on another host—for a man, there was no shame in that.
He even revealed his true identity to Little Wei.
Little Wei stared at the tiny figure before her, barely suppressing a laugh.
Well, schadenfreude wasn’t exactly virtuous.
"The main issue is, if you want to stay here, you’ll have to discuss it with him." Little Wei pushed the door open and glanced at Fu Yuanzhong inside.
Fu Yuanzhong had already noticed Zhao Hanyu standing at the doorway. Only when the two looked his way did he approach the boy.
"Show me your pulse," Fu Yuanzhong said.
Zhao Hanyu hesitated for a long moment before extending his hand.
"Decent physiognomy, but..." Even Youyin was intrigued, stepping closer to examine the child.
A thick cloud of dark energy loomed over his crown—by all logic, he should have died long ago.
Yet here he was, alive.
A survivor against all odds.
Youyin wasn’t sure how to assess it, but after weathering such a calamity, the boy’s fortune seemed promising.
"He has an affinity for the Dao," Fu Yuanzhong mused, stroking his chin.
Little Wei figured it made sense—after all, Zhao Hanyu and Zhao Xi were siblings. Blood ties meant some similarities were inevitable.
"Huh? You want me to become a Taoist priest?" Zhao Hanyu was dumbfounded.
The way Taoist priests were portrayed in novels made the idea seem...
Well.
The stereotypes were too strong, leaving Zhao Hanyu struggling to accept it.
"I can’t just take you in for free. Besides, you’re so young—if your sister finds out, we’ll have trouble explaining," Fu Yuanzhong was pragmatic.
Zhao Hanyu had no intention of staying with Zhao Xi for even an hour longer.
He’d rather not risk being strangled to death.
"Actually, I have money. I’ll stick with you," Zhao Hanyu clutched Little Wei’s sleeve tightly.
He only trusted fellow transmigrators.
Whether this world could be conquered no longer mattered to him. If he could help the original host complete his mission, his own ranking would improve.
Little Wei: "..."
She already had two kids to look after—was she really going to be saddled with another?
A little loli and a magic staff were already enough to drain the life out of her.
"I mean..." Little Wei hesitated.
This was the only sane transmigrator she’d met—practically a rare treasure.
But taking him in just for that reason felt flimsy.
"Maybe I should first explain what modern Taoism is really like," Fu Yuanzhong refused to give up.
Most people had deeply ingrained misconceptions about Taoist priests.
"Fine," Little Wei patted Zhao Hanyu’s head.
Zhao Hanyu finally got his wish and stepped inside. Before he could even catch his breath, Fu Yuanzhong launched into a lengthy lecture.
At first, Zhao Hanyu listened attentively—after all, as a transmigrator, more knowledge was always useful. But...
Fu Yuanzhong’s proselytizing was too thorough.
By the end, Zhao Hanyu was practically dizzy.
"Alright, alright, I’ll do it," Zhao Hanyu’s face was pale—mostly from the verbal onslaught.
Fu Yuanzhong looked pleased. "See? I have a talent for teaching."
Little Wei didn’t have the heart to tell him the harsh truth.
Jiang Chu, however, couldn’t hold back a laugh.
Fu Yuanzhong had his endearing moments.
Fu Yuanzhong shot Jiang Chu a glare. "Is my lecturing funny to you?"
Jiang Chu quickly schooled his expression and shook his head. "No, no. Just a bit... long-winded."
Fu Yuanzhong ran a hand through his hair, but before he could reflect, his newly acquired disciple had already sidled up to Little Wei.
"Have you figured out how to deal with that despicable couple?" Zhao Hanyu’s expression was grim.
Fu Yuanzhong’s rambling was partly to blame, but most of his frustration stemmed from Zhao Xi and Xu Yichen.
Before, at least he could keep a low profile. This time, escaping Zhao Xi’s grasp had been a close call—he had no desire to see those two idiots ever again.
"Their protagonist auras are too strong. The Heavenly Dao won’t let me act directly. My current plan is to transfer their protagonist halo—create a new pair of protagonists," Little Wei didn’t hold back.
A kid like him couldn’t cause much trouble, especially with the loli and the staff keeping an eye on him.
Besides, if Zhao Hanyu had truly malicious intentions, he wouldn’t have revealed his identity in the first place.
A less scrupulous person might’ve just strangled him on the spot.
"You mean... those two inside?" Zhao Hanyu frowned, eyeing the trio in the room before settling on Jiang Chu and Fu Yuanzhong.
Their easy chemistry hinted at potential.
"Just them?" Zhao Hanyu asked.
"Yeah. The situation’s tough right now," Little Wei sighed.
Dealing with dense straight men was exhausting. Unlike Youyin, who’d kiss her without hesitation.
If Fu Yuanzhong were half as bold, she’d already be dominating the rankings.
"Piece of cake for me," Zhao Hanyu boasted.
Little Wei raised an eyebrow, incredulous.
"Kid, talking big might get you struck by lightning."
Even she wouldn’t dare make such an outrageous claim.
Zhao Hanyu cleared his throat. "Whatever. I can help you with this, but you have to make sure those two pay."
Little Wei had the skills—Zhao Hanyu could tell.
His system had higher clearance, allowing him to identify her origins.
A host from Leap Void Corporation, a major sponsor? She definitely had no shortage of cheats or abilities.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
