I am Jinshan Youxia

Guo Jing and his companions were already used to the martial artists' frivolous behavior.

Not everyone who practices martial arts strives to become stronger. This is determined by the overall environment. In a stable and peaceful environment, the strong are fully disciplined, so ordinary people who practice martial arts will not necessarily do so to become stronger or pursue a higher level of martial arts.

Perhaps it's to be able to make a favorite figure out of steel with bare hands, perhaps it's to be able to fly and burrow through the earth and enjoy the freedom, perhaps it's to shape one's life partner with the will of martial arts.

It has all sorts of shapes and sizes.

The martial will is not necessarily limited to martial arts and combat skills. One can also enjoy music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if one is into lewdness, there are people who use their strong lust to create a succubus through the martial will.

By the way, the grass on this person's grave is already three feet tall.

When her family found her, only a skeleton remained. The banshee fled for several days before being captured and is still serving her sentence in prison.

Having read historical records, Guo Jing knew how chaotic the world was before Daheng. He wholeheartedly agreed with Xiao Feng's words that martial arts should not be merely a tool for killing and fighting.

Martial arts is the way to strengthen oneself and make oneself and the world a better place.

Having experienced turbulent times, one will cherish peace even more.

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The capital city, along the Jinshui River that runs through the city.

"Grand Tutor Guo is leading envoys from the Human Federation and the Monster Kingdom toward the capital."

"During the resettlement of the newly relocated residents of the Bone-Eating Well, Wu Ming, an otherworldly martial artist who calls himself 'Little Old Man,' got into a fight with Yaoyue in Longshan Prefecture. One of them was arrested and the other escaped. The Black-Clad Guards are currently pursuing them."

"In the 234th Martial Arts Academy Examination, the top spot went to the otherworldly martial artist Zhuge Zhengwo, and the second place to Zhang Junbao..."

Ouyang Feng, the leader of the Black-Clad Guards, spoke with his head down. Xiao Feng stood by the covered bridge, listening to the recent events and looking at the children playing and laughing on the distant shore. His smile suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the other side of the covered bridge.

A strange woman wearing a long, wide-sleeved dress floated slowly towards them.

Ouyang Feng's true energy surged through his black robes, and a hint of killing intent appeared on his face.

With His Majesty traveling, there shouldn't be any unfamiliar experts appearing near the covered bridge. This woman silently broke through the blockade of the surrounding black-clad guards...

"Xiao Feng." Xiao Feng announced his name.

The stranger smiled. "Nie Xiaoqian."

"It really was you." Xiao Feng laughed again. "Because of the matter of the soul?"

“That’s right.” Nie Xiaoqian looked at the chivalrous hero in front of her, who still resembled the one in the novel in some ways, and said with a touch of emotion, “I have long admired your name.”

"Likewise." Xiao Feng first heard Nie Xiaoqian's name from Zhang Chengyi.

Later, when they rescued another world through the Well of Bones, they watched a movie called "A Chinese Ghost Story". The two had known each other for a long time. Today, they met again, having seen each other's images in film, television and novel works.

Information infiltration between worlds is very common, especially in many future worlds without extraordinary systems. Since information infiltration does not piece together a unique extraordinary system, it will naturally become the inspiration of some people and spread around the world in the form of 'works'.

Chapter 417 Guests Enjoy Themselves

In the afternoon, in the capital city of Daheng, at the main hall of the imperial palace.

"The master has been very busy lately and asked me to inform everyone that we will be responsible for resolving the anomalies concerning the souls."

Nie Xiaoqian sat on a high-backed chair. Although she was a ghost, her body seemed to have substance, and her tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"I wonder what Miss Nie plans to do with the soul that remains in the mortal world after death?" Xiao Feng asked politely.

Kikyo and another member of the Human Union leaned forward slightly, but Inuyasha didn't seem to care much.

The stagnation of human and martial artist souls is a rather troublesome matter, but it doesn't matter for demons. In the past, many demons could survive in the demon graveyard even after they died, and might even escape back to the human world. Even resurrection is a common occurrence.

Without hesitation, Nie Xiaoqian replied, "We will select 'ghost messengers' through the local government and give them the ability and responsibility to send souls into the underworld. If any mistakes occur, the ghost messengers can report to the underworld."

Since completing the initial creation of their world, Master Zhang Chengyi has focused his energy on creating an original world, indulging in repeated attempts in the void. Unfortunately, he has not yet successfully created a qualified original world. In recent years, he has rarely appeared except when the world reports an error, and he rarely even makes phone calls.

The interaction of rules over the past two years has led to chaos in the internal rules of the White Dumpling World. The first problem to arise is in the soul aspect, which naturally leads to the female ghosts taking over.

Nie Xiaoqian spent a lot of effort communicating with Miss Cuizi and the Shiba Inu to complete the construction of the Underworld. Just then, the life forms on both continents realized the seriousness of the problem and prepared to discuss solutions, so she naturally appeared.

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment, then asked again, "Where do souls go after entering the underworld?"

While he might not care about some of the dead people and animals, a portion of them died in the line of duty or in accidents, and were people under his jurisdiction, so he certainly had to care about them.

“They will live in the underworld for now,” Nie Xiaoqian replied. “Once the cycle of reincarnation is established, they can choose to go to our world.”

Hong Kong's variety show world has developed well in recent years. After no longer being bound by fate, time began to advance normally. Most of the world's reincarnation was adjusted by female ghosts, and it no longer needed to rely on the Yin gods for judgment as in the past. There were no underworld or ghost messengers or anything like that.

Everything is done within the cycle of reincarnation. The dead enter the cycle directly, and their direction of reincarnation is determined by their actions in their previous life. The target is completely random, and the reincarnation artifact on the tablet is easy to operate and modify.

Machines will not bend the law for personal gain, nor will they act recklessly; and evil spirits will not linger among humans.

The few worlds involving ghosts and gods have a lot of bugs, but they are still within the scope of handling. The only problem is that they did not give birth to a unique power system like the other two worlds. The original power system was hollowed out by the gods and Buddhas, and the rules were taken away.

The Monkey King in A Chinese Odyssey is not a complete character; most of the information about the past power system in his mind was taken away by Buddha, leaving only fragments that cannot serve as the foundation for developing a power system.

However, there's no need to be too impatient; the world has only been reopened for a little over a decade.

Xiao Feng pressed on, asking, "How long will the future take?"

"It could take five years at most, or three years at least," Nie Xiaoqian replied.

She spent two years just building one underworld. Constructing a cycle of reincarnation that spans worlds is actually quite complicated. If she hadn't mastered the process of reincarnation and managing the world, and hadn't already gained the same information-level operational capabilities as Miss Midori, then a cycle of reincarnation that spans worlds would have been unthinkable.

"I understand." Xiao Feng nodded. "Miss Nie, may we send an envoy to the underworld?"

Upon hearing that all ghosts would be sent to the underworld, he was even more worried that the people under his rule would be oppressed by other ghosts in the underworld after they died.

“Okay.” Nie Xiaoqian readily agreed.

Don't assume she's that powerful just because she can manipulate information. In essence, she still relies on reincarnation. In terms of pure strength, she's not much stronger than Sun Wukong from A Chinese Odyssey. It's just that the 'authority' brought by the reincarnation artifact and the certification from the creator Zhang Chengyi allow her to temporarily assume the responsibility of being the world's ruler.

It should be noted that Sun Wukong's power had stagnated long ago due to the incompleteness of his power system, while Xiao Feng, as one of the founders of the mature Tianlong martial arts system, has been constantly increasing in strength.

The monsters are even more powerful. Aside from Gaia, who once easily destroyed the underworld in Hong Kong variety shows, among the other celestial monsters, the strongest is the sun monster 'Yao Ling', which can destroy the original solar system with a single burst of full power. Except for not being able to manipulate the world or the information level, the monsters have extremely high potential.

Faced with such powerful systems on both sides, the female ghosts, as the managers of the new world, have nothing to be proud of.

Moreover, this matter was personally ordered to be resolved by the master, so we certainly can't be forceful. If a conflict arises and it escalates to the master's ears, it won't look good no matter what.

Xiao Feng remained expressionless, but was somewhat surprised. Before meeting them, he had thought that female ghosts would be difficult to get along with.

The reason is simple: when Grandpa Zhang introduced Nie Xiaoqian, he said, "[She is one of the female ghosts who are with me]", which, in their understanding, means a concubine.

Given Jinshan Youxia's personality, he wondered how spoiled his concubine would be. Later, upon hearing that thousands of worlds were being managed by female ghosts, he found her even more difficult to get along with.

I didn't expect them to be so easy to talk to.

“Miss Nie, I have a few more questions…” Kikyo took the initiative to continue asking questions.

Nie Xiaoqian spoke frankly and openly, remaining humble throughout.

With Nie Xiaoqian being easy to talk to, the three parties—humans, demons, and ghosts—got along happily and quickly settled the order of yin and yang.

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In the void.

"Failed again..."

Zhang Chengyi stared at the shattered world, his head buzzing.

Information accumulates to form a world, which is much more complicated than he imagined. If he just wanted to copy an existing world, it wouldn't be difficult, especially Inuyasha, Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and Hong Kong variety shows. He had all the information and could recreate one on the spot.

Creating original content is incredibly complicated. Not only does the information need to be precise down to the micro level, but it also needs to be meticulous in every detail. The rules that are formed must be interconnected, and even if there are some problems, they must be self-consistent.

However, the rules for information formation are not fixed. Even the same information can lead to different rules, and whether these rules can be pieced together to form a world is still an unknown.

In the void, the world is like the sand on an endless beach, inexhaustible and ever-flowing. But the formation of a world is an absolute stroke of luck after countless collisions; it is a miracle in the void.

As a novice creator, Zhang Chengyi had to figure things out on his own without any guidance, and his head was about to explode.

"Lord Rat God, the world we need to save is now below the high-risk threshold," Cui Zi suddenly reminded her.

Zhang Chengyi was stunned for a moment. What he meant was that his world, which was on the verge of destruction, had been completely rescued (and eaten).

That means it's time for him to take over the unlucky world of Junji Ito.

I skipped today.

As the title suggests, this volume is almost finished. It's just a simple wrap-up of the worlds that have been explored in more detail so far. I haven't quite figured out how to develop the next volume yet...

Chapter 418 Hellstar Delay Outpost

Junji Ito's ghost story world, the Milky Way, in a vast, empty star field.

The planet, radiating a blue-purple light, floated quietly, occasionally supported by strange, enormous bubbles that would quickly burst.

A streak of light flashed, and a colossal object appeared before the blue-purple planet.

Within its enormous eyeball, a hint of human-like suspicion flickered in its pupils. A tongue covered in mucus slowly extended, grasping the planet. The tip of its tongue licked the blue-purple liquid on its surface, and the abundant life force and the large amount of turbid spiritual power within it gave its "face" a greedy expression.

It didn't hesitate for long; after licking it for a while, it swallowed the blue-purple planet whole.

"Buzz!" Space trembled, and cages made of blazing white light locked it firmly. The blue-purple planet swallowed by its body expanded and exploded. Countless blue-purple liquids, like water stains, turned into dark purple blades, cutting it into countless pieces from the inside out. The entire tongue burst out with deep red viscous liquid enough to fill the entire solar system.

The slime and fragments did not spread out, but were locked in a cage of light. Each ray of light imperceptibly cut through the material space, and no matter how the fragments tried to piece themselves together wriggled or flew, they could not reassemble.

That was an insurmountable barrier that it simply could not cross in one go.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The mental anguish spread like ripples, traversing tens of light-years to reach a fortress disguised as a large meteorite.

"Success!"

Kitawaki Shihiko almost jumped up with excitement. He raised his hand to give his sister Natsumi a high five, and then quickly said in the mental network: "Plans 3 to 11 are on standby. Plan 2 personnel are ready."

Dealing with Hellstar is just an appetizer.

For nearly forty years after leaving their home planet, Earthlings have been engaged in a battle of wits and courage with Hellstar.

Destruction, exile, control... Earthlings have gone to great lengths, wasting countless human and material resources, and losing millions of people.

Just as the mindless Hell Star developed thoughts beyond mere appetite through its entanglement with Earthlings, Earthlings have also gained a thorough understanding of Hell Star.

Since eleven years ago, no one has been eaten by Hellstar.

But this thing is impossible to kill. Every time it encounters an obstacle, it accelerates further. If it weren't so far away from Earth, it probably would have already rushed past.