[Western Crossover] Thunderous Chaos

This novel will be marked as premium on August 19. There will be three updates that day. On the range of a heavenly lightning strike The scholars at the Department of Technology and Phenomenon Research, under the Chinese Cultivators and Superpower Holders Security and Management Bureau, once wrote a report on this subject. Their final conclusion was: it depends on your luck. As one of the older, more experienced cultivators, Yan Qing could be said to have thoroughly put the report's central idea into practice. He was struck by heavenly lightning and sent clear across the ocean. Still, seeing the little FBI doctor doing his best to comfort Yan, the “fake victim,” Qing beside his hospital bed, he decided that maybe it wasn't so bad. Except for one thing. Could you demons and angels please stop dragging God's family business into other people's love lives! Later, profilers often found escaped murderers dumped outside the police station by some unknown vigilante. Looks like we've got a tricky vigilante killer on our hands. Yan Qing: This thing... this “person” is still alive, isn't it? Switch pairing. A grand mishmash of genres, probably campus life + solving crimes + supernatural incidents + fighting monsters and saving the world + happily falling in love. Updated daily. Set in the same world as the neighboring novel, “I'm Not, I Didn't.” That story is complete, so feel free to check it out in the author's column. Completed work: “Western Crossover: That Snake” Check out the author's original upcoming novel, too: “After Failing to Attain the Dao, I Transmigrated into the Demon Lord” On the Immortal-Slaying Platform, Meng Chenshuang held his long sword to the heart of his dao companion, Immortal Venerable Wuyai, with an endless abyss behind him. He cultivated the Unfeeling Dao, and this was the day he would kill his husband to attain the Dao. But the sword could not advance another inch. Meng Chenshuang's hand was trembling. Because the game System was warning him: Affection for this character is too high. Kill Mode cannot be activated. Meng Chenshuang: ...Damn it. He'd heard that sword cultivators of the Unfeeling Dao were the easiest to level up, so he'd chosen the Sword Pavilion Master character. Who could have guessed he'd get stuck at the final step before clearing the game? But the Immortal-Slaying Platform scenario couldn't be reset. Heartbroken and furious, Meng Chenshuang turned the sword on himself, ready to change classes and start over. In the final game scene before he fell from the Immortal-Slaying Platform, Immortal Venerable Wuyai looked as if his eyes would split with grief as he tried to catch Meng Chenshuang's hand. But all he caught was the sword piercing Meng Chenshuang's chest. Starting a new game, Meng Chenshuang drew the hidden character, the Demon Lord. They said the Demon Lord was born with demonic bones and a demonic heart, had an exceptionally high starting cultivation level, and could command millions of demons. Meng Chenshuang had just opened the game, delighted, when he transmigrated. He transmigrated into the Demon Lord's body. A Demon Lord who had been thrown into the prison of Han Chuan, his demonic bones shackled and his cultivation sealed. Meng Chenshuang: ??? Where's the promised powerful-from-the-start opening? Before he could think it through, a cold sword lifted his chin, and a familiar, icy face came into view. It was his former dao companion, the man he had nearly killed to attain the Dao! And this Immortal Venerable Wuyai, who should have been as pristine as moonlight, had personally captured the Demon Lord and was now torturing him for answers in the prison of Han Chuan. “Tell me how to enter the Netherworld and bring back the dead.” Meng Chenshuang had never seen his dao companion look so grim and ruthless. At that moment, he seemed more like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell than the Demon Lord. The “Demon Lord” laughed loudly. “Those who die on the Immortal-Slaying Platform have their souls scattered, their bodies and Dao destroyed. Search the heavens above and the underworld below, and you'll never find them!” Immortal Venerable Wuyai's brow furrowed as the edge of his sword pressed against Meng Chenshuang's throat. Forced by the game System to recite the dialogue, Meng Chenshuang was horrified. I'm not! I didn't! Bro, I'm your wife! Legend has it that in the third year of Yuheng, everyone watched as the ruined body of Meng Chenshuang, the Sword Pavilion Master, fell from the Immortal-Slaying Platform. The cold sword that had pierced his chest was in Immortal Venerable Wuyai's hand. Blood dripped from the sword in the Immortal Venerable's hand, and the chill surrounding him was like the depths of winter. Perhaps because he had successfully killed his wife to attain the Dao on the Immortal-Slaying Platform, Immortal Venerable Wuyai broke through his cultivation and became the foremost figure in the immortal world. But on that very day, heavy snow fell over Wuyai Lanshan. The Immortal Venerable stood on the cliff, drenched in blood, all night long. The wind blew, frost and snow settled, and his hair turned completely white. A level-grinding maniac and beauty-obsessed pretty boy bottom x an originally upright top driven mad by his wife's faked death Theme: Learning helps us balance the knowledge and power we possess with the wisdom to use them. Striving on this foundation is the key to the future of both our lives and humanity.