All Chapters of Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!: Chapter 191
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Diiiing!A translucent, light-blue interface window suddenly materialized before Fang Zhe's blurring vision. The cold yet familiar mechanical voice of the system echoed directly inside his consciousness.[System Notification: Answering the Host's inquiry. The recipe for the Thousand-Poison Antidote Pill consists of... Qilian Leaves, a 700-year-old Ginseng, Lotus Holy Water, and Qi Lotus Petals.]"If that's the case, are all these ingredients available in the system shop?"[Affirmative. Total consumption for all ingredients is 3,000 points... Begin the purchasing process?]"Heh, look who’s being soft-hearted for once. You probably couldn't bear to see me die because of your usual greed, right?""..." The system offered no response. Until suddenly...Wuuuuush!The four ingredients materialized right in front of Fang Zhe without his explicit confirmation. Concurrently, a string of system notifications flooded his vision.Diiiing![Purchase successful! Remaining points: 17,000! All curren
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CRACK! The crystal glass in Han Ling’s hand shattered into a thousand pieces, splashing the remaining red liquid across the polished marble floor. The head prison warden instantly dropped to his knees, his entire body trembling violently under the pressure of the killing intent that suddenly flooded the luxurious room. "F-forgive my insolence, Young Master Han! I will carry out your orders immediately!" the head warden cried out with a shaking voice, not daring to look up even a fraction. Han Ling snorted coldly, brushing off the remaining crystal shards from his hand, which was not even slightly scratched. His eyes stared straight out the large window leading into the darkness of the prison complex, thinking of Fang Zhe, who must be writhing in agony on the brink of death in Block 10 right now. "Go. If possible, make sure he doesn't die too quickly before our duel tomorrow," Han Ling hissed venomously. * Meanwhile, back inside the private room of Block 10... Wusshhhhh! An ic
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...the real Fang Zhe asked, his voice sounding casual yet filled with a lingering undertone of satisfaction. Hearing that question, both Lei Ba and Faiye remained utterly speechless. Their tongues were tied, as if the entire supply of words in their brains had completely evaporated. Lei Ba could only nod stiffly like a wooden chicken, while Faiye continued to clutch her medical elixir bottles with a blank, shocked stare. To them, what stood before their eyes was no longer just "amazing," but akin to a God. However, just as Fang Zhe opened his mouth to explain the secret behind his new technique... Tap... Tap... Tap... The echo of heavy, rhythmic footsteps suddenly resounded from the corridor outside, moving closer toward the private room of Block 10. The sharp sound of military boot soles instantly triggered an alarm of vigilance in Fang Zhe's mind. Given the arrogant and authoritative cadence of the steps, this was definitely no ordinary inmate from Block 10. "Someone's coming
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"As you command, Young Master..." the two of them uttered before immediately exiting the room. Diiiing! A flash of transparent blue light filled Fang Zhe’s vision once more. With the departure of Faiye and Lei Ba, who rushed to execute his secret orders, total silence reclaimed Block 10. "System, open my status," Fang Zhe murmured coldly. [System Notification: Displaying Host's status panel.] > Current Remaining Points: 12,000 Points >Cultivation Realm: One-Star Spirit Gatherer * Recalling Han Ling’s dense, suffocating killing intent and the fact that the man was gunning for his head to avenge the destruction of his family, Fang Zhe knew that the youth's cultivation was completely undetectable. He had to prepare himself so he could clear two missions at once! "System, with these last 12,000 points of mine, breakthrough right now! Raise my cultivation to the next level!" Fang Zhe commanded without a shred of hesitation. Diiiing! > [System Notification: Processing cultivation
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"A black market backed by the Empire... interesting," Fang Zhe muttered, his eyes narrowing as his sharp mind instantly formulated a new strategy. The annoyance he felt toward that money-grubbing system eased slightly. If 12,000 points could only raise him by a single star due to the massive capacity of his Dantian, then he would have to look for a manual alternative. The millions of dollars stored inside the dozens of ATM cards Lei Ba had brought were no longer just dead numbers; they were his golden ticket into the black market to purchase high-quality spiritual resources. "Lei Ba, Faiye, grab the money. We are heading to the black market right now," Fang Zhe commanded, snatching the black robe Faiye had brought and draping it over his shoulders. However, just as his foot took a single step across the threshold of the Block 10 room, the hairs on the back of Fang Zhe’s neck suddenly stood on end. His sharp combat instincts picked up a faint, invisible ripple of energy lurking from
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Sreeet... The murmurs that previously filled the Heavenly Dragon Resource Shop abruptly died down. The words that escaped Fang Zhe’s lips, though faint, were distinct enough to be overheard by several nearby customers. Instantly, several pairs of eyes from the wealthy patrons browsing in the corners of the shop locked onto him. Their brows furrowed in unison, flashing a mix of disbelief, confusion, and surging curiosity. "A Spirit Gatherer? Did my ears deceive me?" whispered a middle-aged man in a red brocade robe, known to be a wealthy merchant from outside the prison. "The number of cultivators in the Spirit Gathering realm within this Black Dragon Prison can be counted on one hand! Who is that black-robed man? Is he one of the block lords? I thought they were all killed fighting the new block lord?" another cultivator beside him chimed in, throwing a probing gaze at Fang Zhe's back. "Heh, could he be Fang Zhe himself? Why is he wearing a robe?" "But they say he was struck by
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Li Shian walked with the grace of a goddess exiled to a wasteland, her white robe brushing against the spiritual wooden floor with a soft, soothing rustle. Fang Zhe followed from behind, letting his black robe conceal every ripple of the surging energy within his meridians. Creeek... Click. The moment the jade-wood door of Li Shian’s private study closed, absolute silence enveloped them. The room was lined with a high-level soundproof formation, isolating every spoken word from the noisy outside world. Li Shian did not sit down immediately. She turned around slowly, crossing her arms over her chest, and stared straight into the dark opening of Fang Zhe’s black hood. Her eyes, as beautiful as night stars, flashed with deep intelligence. "You can take off your hood now... Fang Zhe," Li Shian said calmly, her voice flat yet laced with absolute certainty. Beneath the darkness of his hood, the corner of Fang Zhe’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. He showed no signs of shock or pa
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The distance between them was now incredibly close. The subtle scent of jasmine wafting from Li Shian’s body once again greeted Fang Zhe’s senses, mingling with the warmth of her breath exhaling softly into the air. Li Shian’s eyes, as beautiful as the stars, seemed locked in a scrutinizing gaze, attempting to find a crack beneath the calm composure of the man in front of her. However, instead of being charmed or intimidated by the proximity Li Shian had intentionally created, Fang Zhe pulled his upper body back half a step with a perfectly natural movement. His expression hardened, becoming utterly cold and indifferent. "Secret," Fang Zhe replied shortly, his tone sharp and highly dismissive. "And I believe how I cultivate is absolutely none of the Heavenly Dragon Resource Shop's business." Li Shian froze for a moment. As a woman accustomed to being worshiped and obeyed by many formidable cultivators in this prison, Fang Zhe’s blunt rejection and sharp attitude were completely o
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Fang Zhe stared at the shimmering jade bamboo scroll on the desk. His eyes narrowed, analyzing the spiritual energy fluctuations that wafted faintly from the ancient inscriptions written upon it. Earth Dragon Marrow Liquid and High-Grade Nine Transformations Soul Purifying Pills. In his assessment, this was more than enough. "Take it all out for me," Fang Zhe said without a single shred of hesitation. His voice sounded absolute, a command from a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Li Shian smiled broadly, her eyes gleaming with the pure satisfaction of a merchant who had just won the biggest lottery of her life. "A very wise decision, Young Master Fang Zhe. Please wait a moment." With movements that were both graceful and efficient, Li Shian used her specialized jade seal to process the fantastic transaction. The balances of the dozens of ATM cards on the table were massively drained, leaving just the exact amount required to redeem the two forbidden resources. Not long after,
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Fang Zhe stared at the exaggerated reactions of his two subordinates with a flat gaze, as if the resources capable of triggering a full-scale war within the Black Dragon Prison were nothing more than ordinary stamina vitamins. "Both of you, guard the outside now," Fang Zhe commanded, his voice low but carrying an authority that brooked no argument. "Do not let anyone approach or peek into this room while I absorb the efficacy of these two resources." "Yes, Young Master!" Faiye and Lei Ba replied in unison. The two of them immediately backed away with swift steps, closing the metal door of the room tightly. Outside, they instantly took up full combat stances, releasing their highest state of vigilance to ensure that no spies from other factions or prison guards dared to draw near. Once the situation outside was confirmed secure, Fang Zhe did not immediately touch the sandalwood box on the table. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment, sending his spiritual sense sweeping through