"Achoo!"
Qi Yuan rubbed his nose, sensing the target getting closer. He had originally wanted to ask Yu Anhe about something, but ever since Yu Anhe had told him not to contact him unless it was urgent, he hadn't even been notified about the ancient spirit doll debriefing (crossed out) summary meeting.
Luckily, he ran into Wei Zhiming. This was perfect timing.
When he heard that Wei Zhiming was planning to leave Dragon Country for a while, Qi Yuan immediately used his illusion ability to influence him.
This old Biden was truly a master of caution and silencing people. He could silence those he could, and avoid those he couldn't. No wonder Qi Yuan hadn't seen him once in all the time he'd been in Jidu.
If the two of them had met even once...
With his mind-reading ability activated, Qi Yuan's cover would have been blown instantly.
Provoked by the illusion, old Biden had just reached the door when he calmed down and was about to turn and leave. If Qi Yuan hadn't stopped him quickly, this guy would definitely have run away.
But thinking about it, it made sense. If Wei Zhiming wasn't a coward, he would have sent people to provoke, gang up on, and silence Qi Yuan long ago. Qi Yuan wouldn't have only just found out who he was.
This villain wasn't following the usual script!
As Qi Yuan was marveling at this, Wei Zhiming arrived at the front gate of the Qi family villa.
Being controlled by someone's illusion was tantamount to being told your life could be taken at any moment. And it wasn't just once, but twice. Wei Zhiming wasn't a saint - he couldn't possibly remain unmoved.
If the first illusion could be dismissed as Qi Yuan being bored and mischievous - his volatile temperament and fondness for seeing others in distress was well-known after the Sakura Island monster's self-destruction - Wei Zhiming had forcefully suppressed his anger, figuring that losing his composure would only please Qi Yuan.
But the second hint was a direct and clear instruction, forcibly changing his course of action.
"What does Qi Yuan want?" Wei Zhiming wondered, following the hints to Qi Yuan's residence. There was no use resisting anyway, so he might as well find out what the other party wanted.
The front gate creaked open, and Wei Zhiming's face darkened to the point it could almost drip water.
As everyone knew, Qi Yuan's ability was illusions.
Unless his subordinates also had SS-level or higher abilities, they couldn't escape his perception. But that was almost impossible.
Eliminating the incorrect options left only one answer.
He was still in an illusion.
If Qi Yuan planned to communicate in the illusion, why didn't he appear? If he planned to talk in reality, why was Wei Zhiming still in an illusion?
So, Wei Zhiming easily deduced one thing: Qi Yuan was toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse.
Clenching his fists, veins bulging, half-moon marks embedded in his palms, Wei Zhiming weighed how to act to make Qi Yuan lose interest and abandon this boring game.
However, this time he really misjudged Qi Yuan. Using the illusion was merely to demonstrate absolute dominance and gain the upper hand in negotiations.
Opening the gate to let Wei Zhiming in was because going down to open the door was troublesome and would lower his prestige.
Wei Zhiming walked step by step into the hall, shame and powerlessness weighing on his mind.
If only he had real power, if only he had a body that wouldn't age, if only he had great strength, he wouldn't be at someone else's mercy like this.
To be toyed with by a young upstart at over fifty years old was truly a great humiliation.
His rage seemed about to erupt from his chest, but constrained by reality, he could only forcibly suppress his anger and ask, "What did you want to see me about?"
"You prefer to talk standing up?" Qi Yuan gave him a strange look, shaking his head as if to say, "What an odd habit you have."
The damage wasn't great, but the insult was extreme.
Wei Zhiming's blood surged, his blood pressure spiking, as he remained silent.
Qi Yuan used his telepathy to sense his inner struggle, which roughly translated to "You little brat, what are you playing at?" and "I've already backed down this far, what more do you want?"
A hero in decline - normally one would go through the motions of lamenting this before moving on to trickery and deception.
But Qi Yuan's mind went straight to trickery and deception, skipping the formalities entirely.
He curled his lips into an ambiguous smile, just short of producing a pie chart to analyze the various emotions. "You're so confident about me, you're not even going to pretend?"
This tone and attitude didn't match his outward appearance at all.
They hadn't even formally met before this, wasn't Wei Zhiming being too hasty in assuming Qi Yuan knew everything?
Wei Zhiming sat down in the chair, now having calmed himself. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Someone who could control monsters through the internet and create illusions without a trace, while also having significant forces behind him.
Such a formidable character had been investigating him all along, yet only "invited" him at the moment he was about to leave.
To still harbor hope in this situation would only be providing amusement for Qi Yuan.
The reason he had allowed Qi Yuan's provocation to anger him so easily was because he was so close - the progress bar at 99%, stuck on that last 1% when Qi Yuan found him.
Young, powerful, the object of his envy appearing before him with such a superior attitude - it was hard for Wei Zhiming not to lose his psychological balance.
Even Qi Yunzheng in his prime had only made him envious briefly, and that envy was mixed with regret at not being born in the right era.
Qi Yuan gave him a complex look, indicating that his sentiments were misplaced.
People are constantly changing. Back then, when he met his uncle, it was still a time of vigor and brilliance. Now he had grown old, his desire for power and divinity even stronger than before.
If his current self met his uncle from that time, he might not be free of envy.
Having clarified the other's desires, whether to deceive him or not didn't matter - Wei Zhiming was just a second ancient spirit doll.
The only difference was that one sought power of its own accord, while the other was being forced to upgrade.
Qi Yuan didn't waste words, going straight to the point with a confident tone: "You want power."
Wei Zhiming was equally direct, "What kind of power?"
Since Qi Yuan didn't plan to expose him or throw him in jail, he must want to use him or cooperate with him. Wei Zhiming felt that Qi Yuan's gaze seemed able to penetrate his inner thoughts and see through his desires, so he didn't bother to hide anything.
Qi Yuan smiled slightly, three words causing the man before him to experience a mental earthquake.
"The Masked Man."
Wei Zhiming's body didn't move, trying hard to conceal his shock, but his eyes and trembling fingers betrayed him.
It felt as if a massive earthquake was occurring in his mind.
No wonder... no wonder!
No wonder Qi Yuan was so much stronger than ordinary people, so this was the reason!
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
