In just an instant, the girl's eyes opened wide in disbelief before she heavily collapsed to the ground, reduced to a lifeless corpse.
This was her first time leaving Qingfeng Stockade, and she had imagined competing with others from the stockade once out in the open world.
She hadn't even considered the Ancient Domain to be a challenge, only a great opportunity.
And now, of the four people who came here from Qingfeng Stockade, only one youngster's whereabouts remained unknown. The rest...had been wiped out.
After dealing with the girl, the group gave each other wary glances again. Sensing the aura coming from the others, they seemed to reach a silent understanding to separately search for treasures.
Mao Yong'an looked at the girl's corpse and let out a helpless sigh, feeling somewhat regretful.
But such were the rules of the jianghu. Even he had to abide by them.
This was the harsh reality.
Wang Ye grabbed a rope in his hand, tying it around his waist, and nodded satisfactorily.
The Wang Ye pretending to be a ghost couldn't help but silently curse upon seeing this scene!
He was trying hard to pretend to be a ghost, yet the ghost was pretending to be him, and dressing more and more like him!
He would have to get a ghost blade later. Even Wang Ye wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them!
Wang Ye remained unmoving, secretly manipulating Xiao Si to randomly grab a leather whip and two iron chains before quietly standing in place to observe everything.
By now, the amount of occult items he had was already quite substantial. He didn't value them as highly anymore.
After all, his and Mao Yong'an's development paths were different. What he needed most was increasing his own strength.
But this didn't mean he had given up on these things.
When these guys died, the items would naturally still be his, just like with the previous building.
Only this time, he had to be more careful and not leave people in the corridor to kill later. Thinking of Lin Nan's lost corpse, Wang Ye's heart still ached slightly.
In just three minutes, the basement was completely cleared out.
Other than some chairs, wooden pillars and the like, anything that could be taken had now been collected.
Yet everyone maintained the same tacit understanding.
They didn't touch the severed heads or the coffins that were suspended.
No one here was a fool. One look and they could tell these two items were no trivial matter, with the potential to trigger supernatural events and get themselves killed at any moment.
Greed was acceptable, but only under the condition of ensuring one's own safety.
Soon, everyone departed cautiously, full of their gains.
And at this moment, Wang Ye suddenly began to move.
The few others immediately became vigilant, their eyes fixed on Wang Ye.
They saw an aura of ghosts emanating from him as he stiffly held open his sack, placing it on the ground, while he and Xiao Si and Xiao Wu firmly blocked the exit.
The air seemed to quiet down a bit.
Although Wang Ye hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, everyone understood the implication.
Toll money!
...
This ghost even understands this tactic?
The youth from the Buddhist Clan's expression darkened as he let out a cold snort. Reaching into his own sack, he took out a monk's robe and draped it over himself.
In an instant, his figure seemed to become weaker as he rushed towards the corridor exit, a confident look in his eyes.
This monk's robe was a gift from his master in the Buddha Kingdom, imbued with a trace of spatial ability. It was his biggest trump card for this trip.
Spatial ability huh.
Sensing the fluctuations coming from the monk's robe, Wang Ye's eyes lit up.
Good stuff!
With this monk's robe, perhaps he could pretend to be someone from the Buddhist Clan in the future.
Thinking this, he lightly tapped Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu instantly understood Wang Ye's implied meaning. He rubbed his bald head before fiercely throwing out a punch.
The youth smiled disdainfully.
His monk's robe could conceal itself in the void so how could it...
Bang!
It was as if he had been struck in the face by a raging bull. The youth collapsed straight to the ground.
His face rapidly swelled up, protruding high.
Humph, playing with space against this lord, you're still too inexperienced!
As he spoke, Xiao Wu stomped his foot onto the youth's back, causing sounds of cracking bones.
His spine...
Seemed to have snapped.
Writhing in excruciating pain, the youth let out wretched screams. Together with the assortment of torture devices here, the scene was even more eerie and terrifying.
Why keep your hair if you're a proper Buddhist!
Xiao Wu was somewhat irritably as he grabbed the youth's hair and gave it a slight tug. In the next moment, he was frozen in place.
With virtually no effort, the hair had come off completely in his hand.
...
Wang Ye was a little helpless. It seemed that wigs were not something from Xiao Wu's era.
He tried putting on the wig over his bald head. Xiao Wu smiled satisfyingly!
That's more like it. How could I be like those bald donkeys from the Buddhist clan!
Speaking so, he kicked the youth's bald head and ripped off his monk's robe, stuffing it into Wang Ye's sack.
You dare insult my Buddha Kingdom?
The youth's eyes were filled with fury as he raised his head defiantly towards Xiao Wu, fists clenched tightly.
Humph, brave one!
For some reason, looking at the youth's bald head, Xiao Wu's mood became somewhat irritated, filled with disgust.
Then with a slap to the youth's head,
The youth's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, red and white matter scattering all over the floor.
Much better.
Xiao Wu had a content expression as he picked up the youth's sack and tossed it into Wang Ye's bag as well, before silently returning to stand behind Wang Ye, looking threateningly at the others.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's complexion drastically changed.
Mao Yong'an's expression had also finally become serious as he looked thoughtfully towards Wang Ye's group.
And Wang Ye was also quite surprised internally.
Had this Xiao Wu really been sealed to 99% power?
Even if it had been himself dealing with this youth from the Buddhist Clan, it would have been somewhat tricky. Yet he had been disposed of so easily by him?
Shocked internally, Wang Ye's exterior remained expressionless.
His eyes maintained their vacant stare at the others.
At some point, Mao Yong'an's grinning expression had returned. He walked over, taking out two torture devices from his black backpack and placing them into the sack, looking expectantly at Wang Ye.
...
This Taoist was as stingy as ever.
Wang Ye couldn't help but complain inwardly. A small bronze figure appeared in his hand.
It was the low-grade sacrificial object of the Planar Realm's Old Monk that he had picked up from the bandit at the Scavenging City gates.
Seeing the bronze figure, Mao Yong'an's expression froze. With an imperceptible glance towards Xiao Si behind Wang Ye, it seemed he understood something. He tossed a straw voodoo doll into the sack as well, while he and the other Wang Ye quietly distanced themselves.
Wang Ye stiffly shifted aside, leaving enough space for one person to pass through.
Mao Yong'an slid through the gap into the corridor and glanced back at Wang Ye before swiftly departing.
He didn't even acknowledge the other Wang Ye.
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
