"It sounds easy, but who can bear the cost of killing a god? Are we supposed to summon those few?"
"Damn it, Mo Ziang is being impulsive!" someone muttered in frustration, tugging at their hair.
The meeting room buzzed with noise.
*Tap, tap, tap.*
The sound of fingers tapping on the table silenced the room. Everyone turned to look.
The handsome monk smiled faintly. "The god is not only powerful, but the laws he embodies are beyond our imagination. If we invite the Daoist ancestors or the Buddha to kill the god before he strikes, seize his laws, wouldn’t Huaxia be able to survive this calamity?"
The monk’s smile turned cold. "By then, Huaxia could become the calamity of all realms."
"Xuanyuan Jin, tone it down. Don’t forget you’re a monk. Monks shouldn’t speak so recklessly," someone sharply reminded him.
"Ahem," Xuanyuan Jin realized his mistake, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together. "Amitabha."
"..." The room fell silent.
Xuanyuan Jin was a prodigy among the Buddhist community, listed alongside Su Ze and Mo Ziang as key figures for cultivation. He had remained hidden within the Buddhist order for a long time, his name rarely heard, and only recently had he stepped out into the world.
Though, to be honest… he didn’t quite seem like a monk.
...
"I wonder what kind of level these so-called geniuses are at," Xuanyuan Jin muttered to himself as he stepped out of the meeting room, basking in the bright sunlight. "I’ll test Mo Ziang first."
A golden light shimmered, and he vanished from the spot.
...
The dining table was laden with a lavish spread, but the four people eating remained silent.
Yuan Qinghe kept his head down, focused on his meal. He glanced up briefly, catching sight of his wife’s expressionless face. His hand, about to reach for a dish, froze mid-air.
He was a man who feared his wife. Uesugi Akizuki had never hit him, nor had she ever scolded him harshly, but he was terrified of her. Seeing her like this only made him more afraid.
The little glutton was stubbornly trying to crack open a crab. With a *splat*, the crab split in two, its juices splattering across her face. She blinked in confusion for a moment.
Su Ze sighed, pulling out a tissue to wipe her face.
The little glutton placed half of the crab in Su Ze’s bowl and started munching on the other half herself.
This scene didn’t escape the notice of Uesugi Akizuki and Yuan Qinghe. A flicker of surprise crossed Uesugi Akizuki’s eyes, while Yuan Qinghe showed no reaction, continuing to force down his tasteless meal.
After dinner, the little glutton was taken outside by Yuan Qinghe. Su Ze felt a pang of anxiety—was it to shield her from witnessing something bloody?
Despite his unease, Su Ze’s face remained calm.
"Follow me," Uesugi Akizuki said, standing up and leading him upstairs.
"What’s your relationship now?" Uesugi Akizuki asked bluntly.
"Lovers," Su Ze answered without hesitation.
Uesugi Akizuki visibly stiffened. Su Ze noticed her fists clenching tightly.
Even though she had prepared herself for this, hearing it from Su Ze still made her want to punch him!
It was infuriating—her precious daughter, raised with so much care, had been swept away by this white-haired young man. The thought alone was enough to make her blood boil.
Uesugi Akizuki continued walking upstairs, and Su Ze let out a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed he was safe—for now.
"Do you know about Akizuki’s background?" Uesugi Akizuki knelt before the tea table, starting to brew tea.
Su Ze knelt across from her. "Her family history?"
"..."
"No, I don’t," Su Ze admitted when no response came.
"Do you know why the Rakshasa came to Huaxia?"
Uesugi Akizuki stood up and walked to the table behind her, where a rack of swords stood. She picked up an ornate katana, about 1.4 meters long. Its scabbard was pink, wrapped with intertwined bandages, and the hilt was bound with black cord, forming diamond-shaped patterns.
She returned to her seat, placing the long sword beside her.
Su Ze’s expression didn’t change. "Because the Rakshasa betrayed the yakuza in Japan."
"..." Uesugi Akizuki paused briefly. "You’re right, but not entirely. Have you heard of the God-Making Project?"
Her words made Su Ze’s brows furrow.
"It’s a ritual where children with pure Oni blood are sacrificed to the Oni King. The Oni King’s laws are then infused into a chosen vessel."
"And Uesugi Akizuki is that chosen vessel." Uesugi Akizuki poured a cup of tea for Su Ze. Seeing his slightly puzzled expression, she didn’t beat around the bush and poured herself a cup as well.
"The chosen vessel is merely a temporary container for the laws. Once they find a suitable candidate, they’ll kill the vessel and transfer the laws to that person."
"Guess how many people this ritual will sacrifice?" Uesugi Akizuki held up three fingers.
"Go big?" Su Ze asked.
Uesugi Akizuki didn’t respond, simply raising her other hand to sip her tea.
"Three hundred million."
"..." Uesugi Akizuki struggled to keep the tea from spitting out of her mouth.
Su Ze shook his head. "Japan’s population isn’t even half of that."
"Pfft!" Uesugi Akizuki sprayed tea onto Su Ze’s face.
Su Ze wiped his face, exasperated.
Uesugi Akizuki coughed a few times, regaining her composure, and used a handkerchief to clean up the mess.
"Three thousand."
"...Three thousand… is that all?" Su Ze raised an eyebrow.
Uesugi Akizuki’s grip on the handkerchief tightened, her knuckles cracking as she tried to suppress her anger. "Is that all?"
"...Uh," Su Ze felt a bit awkward, realizing he’d been disrespectful.
Three thousand people seemed trivial to him. On the first day of the Blood Moon, he’d killed over five thousand demons.
"You need to understand, these three thousand are all young Oni. And the Oni population is already scarce!"
Su Ze understood now—it was a matter of rarity, like precious resources.
Moreover, sacrificing young Oni would leave the already dwindling population without a new generation, severely impacting their numbers.
"Akizuki is the way she is… ahem," Uesugi Akizuki coughed, glossing over the details, "because she was chosen as the vessel from a young age and kept isolated in a shrine, cut off from the outside world."
"I led my clan in defecting from Japan to Huaxia, searching for a place to settle."
"Her father, Yuan Qinghe, stayed behind in Japan to protect her, pretending not to know I had betrayed the country. But even so, he’s under strict surveillance."
Su Ze’s assumptions weren’t far off. He could tell the middle-aged man earlier was the little glutton’s father, not only from his casual demeanor around Uesugi Akizuki but also from his resemblance to her.
The fact that Su Ze’s casual joke had nearly short-circuited the man’s brain further confirmed his identity.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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!"
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.
