Ling Haoran endured endless torture in the hell of his inner demons, dying and coming back to life again and again.
When Qi An and Fu Gui saw him, he had just come down from the mountain of knives, covered in blood, and was jumping into the oil cauldron.
"Oops, our diver's splash isn't quite perfect. Sister An'an, stand back a bit, be careful of getting splashed with oil."
Qi An clapped his hands: "It seems the illusion is working well."
Fu Gui thought to himself, "It's not just good, it's absolutely brilliant."
The mountain of knives, the boiling oil cauldron, and those instruments of torture were all real, but there were no executioners.
The scenes of his past life that Ling Haoran saw, and those girls, did not exist at all; he was the only person in this illusion from beginning to end.
He climbed the mountain of knives himself, jumped into the boiling oil himself, pulled out his tongue and gouged out his eyes himself, and even skinned and boned himself with a knife.
The most amazing thing about this illusion is that whatever he fears will appear.
If you have nothing to hide, this illusion cannot harm you in the slightest.
Ling Haoran has committed too many evil deeds, and his inner demons are so numerous that they could trigger trypophobia in people; he could scare himself to death just by looking at himself.
He both hated the girls who had harmed them and feared their revenge, and was afraid of going to hell after death. His inner demons then retaliated against him many times over.
As for the system that aided and abetted evil, their connection was severed as soon as they entered the illusion.
It watched helplessly as its host tormented himself, trying various methods to wake him up, but all to no avail.
It even considered abandoning its mission in this dimension and taking its host away to the next world.
However, the teleportation function cannot be used within the illusion.
Seeing its host break down again and again, it had no choice but to use its luck points to protect his mind, lest he drive himself insane and trap it here forever.
Thus, with the system's "help," Ling Haoran was consciously subjected to torture again and again.
Ata, upon hearing Ling Haoran's extravagant wish to be reincarnated, laughed and scolded, "Dream on! Cats and dogs are so cute, do you think you deserve to be reincarnated?"
"Alright, seeing him so happy puts my mind at ease. Let him stay here for now, let's get down to business." Qi An turned and left.
Fu Gui quickly followed, not forgetting to offer a suggestion: "Sister An'an, arrange all the cruel tortures from ancient times to the present for him. This guy is a real scoundrel."
“Yes, boss, arrange them all for him.” Ata rarely agreed with Fugui.
“Okay.” Qi An nodded. “Such a loyal customer deserves VIP treatment.”
The two left the illusion, leaving behind their screams and wails.
Next, Qi An, along with Ata and Fugui, seized all the opportunities that belonged to Ye Ran.
What about sacred artifacts, top-grade natural treasures, the inheritance of powerful beings, spirit stone veins...?
Ye Ran seized every opportunity that came her way.
In the original text, although all of these things eventually belong to Ye Ran, in order to increase the appeal of the story, various difficulties and obstacles are always set up for the protagonist.
In any case, obtaining any opportunity requires a great deal of effort and hard work, and there are also strong opponents who will try to trip you up and compete for it openly and secretly.
But now that Qi An and Fu Gui are taking these opportunities, no difficulties or opponents are worth mentioning.
Boss Qi didn't even need to lift a finger; his wealth alone was enough to sweep the entire scene.
The two gradually became famous in the Cangyue Continent. Within a few years, cultivators all knew that the Tianxuan Sect had produced two little devils.
Despite his young age, he possesses extraordinary cultivation and ruthless methods, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake. He also enjoys double-crossing others.
One of them, Ye Zhen, liked to extort money after beating people, and her favorite things were gold and gems.
But he rarely kept any for himself, entrusting most of it to Ye Ran, who was by his side.
The two ferocious beasts, carrying the Chaos Tower, swept through the Cangyue Continent, rushing to wherever treasures were born, and seeking out places with abundant spiritual energy to cultivate when no treasures were found.
Ata has completely accepted Fugui as a teammate, and is occasionally willing to share candied hawthorns with Fugui, but that doesn't stop her from taking every opportunity to sow discord between Fugui and others.
Fu Gui is ruthless to outsiders and a scheming woman to her own family. She always uses a strategy of retreating to advance and sticks to Qi An, which makes Ata furious.
Five years later, at a site of powerful relics.
The cultivators who came to seize the opportunity lay scattered on the ground, their faces and bodies covered in bruises.
A slender, sweet-looking girl stood in the middle, raised her foot and stepped on the back of a cultivator, then stretched out her hand.
"Hand over your storage rings. Money or your lives, choose one."
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Gui's ten fingers were covered with storage rings, and the cultivators limped away, dejected.
The stone door of the cave opened, and a tall, aloof-looking girl stepped out.
She was dressed in a black outfit, her hair tied up high, the strands of which were messy in the wind. The corner of her mouth curled up, making her look even more charming and arrogant.
"Sister An'an, are you done with your seclusion?"
Fu Gui ran forward, took off all the rings from his ten fingers, and handed them to Qi An.
"Sister An'an, these are the spoils of war. Here, take them and keep them safe."
Qi An took them, picked one out and gave it to Fu Gui, then patted her head and said, "Your performance was good, this is your bonus and commission."
"Okay, thank you, Sister An'an. Fugui loves you, mwah!" Fugui's eyes narrowed with happiness.
Sister An'an is so kind. Not only does she pay her salary on time, but she also gives her bonuses and commissions if she does a good job. She never withholds anything.
In just a few years, she has already built up her own little savings, accumulating a small amount of money.
Where can you find such a conscientious boss?
Now, she's a ruthless beast with a secure job.
"Sister An'an, where are we going next?" Fugui asked.
"It's time to go back to Tianxuan Sect and deal with that bastard."
"Okay."
The hell of inner demons.
Ling Haoran had endured another round of torture and was numbly waiting for the next one.
There is no time here, no day or night. He doesn't know how long he has been here. The torture and torment are endless.
His luck points were exhausted, and he felt he couldn't hold on any longer. He wished he could just disappear completely in the next second so he would never have to suffer in hell again.
The system has given up struggling; it and this piece of junk are destined to be trapped here forever.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky above hell, letting in the light of day. The long-awaited sunlight shone on Ling Haoran's eyelids.
He opened his eyes to find the sun blazing overhead, and he was lying on the summit of Biyun Peak.
[Host, great news, we're finally out.]
[Host, listen to me, next we will...]
Ling Haoran didn't have time to pay attention to the system, and didn't even hear what it said. He jumped up and stripped himself naked.
She was tall and slender with firm, smooth skin, without any scars. It was as if everything before had just been a long nightmare.
But the deep-seated fear and pain reminded him that it was all real.
Ling Haoran looked around blankly for a long time, his arm bleeding from pinching it, before he dared to believe that he wasn't dreaming and that he had really come out of hell.
His nose stung with tears, and he collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
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