I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Ye Yan leaned back in the driver's seat, his gaze passing through the mottled windows of the ghost bus and landing on Yang Jian, who had been thrown into the Zhangdong Ancient House in the distance.

He was silently making plans in his mind.

He knew that Old Qin drove the bus.

But the true terror of this supernatural bus is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. If it were to attack a top-tier ghost tamer with full force, even a peak-level being would die instantly, and the vengeful ghost itself would be rendered in a state of malfunction.

He deliberately controlled the force of that collision, hitting Yang Jian's ghost eyes precisely. The three ghost eyes closed instantly, and the device went into a malfunction.

But that's not enough, far from enough.

Yang Jian's potential has yet to be fully realized.

Ye Yan glanced at the transparent panel floating in his field of vision, [Chosen One: Yang Jian (Yang Jian)], the daily feedback of destiny points is 70 points.

This is just "Little Yang Jian," not the real Yang Jian.

Ye Yan's lips curled up slightly. He was investing in Yang Jian, helping him grow rapidly.

If we could train it to give back 110 Destiny Points every day, wouldn't we be able to quickly clear this mysteriously revived world?

Yang Jian is only at the early stage of the plot, and it will be at least a few years before the main storyline of the original work unfolds.

Now that Ye Yan is here, let's help this future "Yang Jian" and shorten this long growth period.

However, his own strength is not yet stable enough.

He had already pushed himself to the limit by precisely maneuvering the ghost bus to hit the ghost eye; he was still unable to fully control this supernatural bus.

To truly control it, he needs more Fate Points to help him. Fortunately, he has now integrated the supernatural powers of the Ghost Face, the Newspaper Ghost, and the Ghost Newspaper, making him much more ferocious than when he first arrived. However, he is still no match for truly top-tier supernatural beings.

The essence of the "Yang Jian Quick Training Method" cannot be separated from ghost infants. Ye Yan pondered that perhaps he could invent a better way to cultivate ghost infants.

His greatest enemy at present is not the ghost baby, but the wishing ghost that even he finds troublesome.

The power of the wishing ghost made it difficult for Ye Yan to wait for the supernatural power to accumulate naturally; he had to speed things up.

Ye Yan opened a can of cola and tore open a bag of chicken wings. It was Thursday, but nothing special to him.

His attention was always focused on Yang Jian, the "angel investment target" he had carefully selected.

This kid is like a treasure trove, consistently producing 70 Destiny Points every day. He doesn't want to lose this money tree because of a single mistake. Is this the true value of a protagonist?

He thought of Uncle Nine's daily feedback points, shook his head, and realized it was just something he played with zombies for fun.

Yang Jian spent a long 24 hours yesterday in the trial of the vengeful ghost.

Exhausted and fearful, he forced himself to calm down, his mind racing as he analyzed every movement of the "old man's corpse" before him.

"The Republican era... there's even a Republican era setting here." Yang Jian gasped, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "This world is more terrifying than I imagined. There were vengeful ghosts a hundred years ago? How did they manage that? Why haven't I seen them?"

His mind raced, trying to piece together the ghost's fighting pattern from the limited clues available.

However, the next second, he regretted it. The terrifying old man walked over step by step, and his withered hand slowly rose.

A flash of black light.

Before Yang Jian could react, he was already sitting on the ghost bus.

When the cola was handed to him, he stared blankly at Ye Yan's ambiguous smile. The tension in his body instantly relaxed, and a strange sense of peace welled up in his heart.

Then came a fit of rage.

"You bastard! That terrifying old man is no match for me, you're kidding me!" Yang Jian tried to throw a punch, but found that he couldn't move his body at all.

If he wasn't mistaken, that ghost could wipe him out with a wave of its hand.

After being attacked by the ghost bus, his body felt like it was nailed to the seat, and every muscle was out of his control.

"You're too low-level. You'll never understand my state. You're not qualified to surpass me." Ye Yan shook his head, his tone indifferent.

Yang Jian's face darkened.

He had to admit that Ye Yan always precisely pushed him to his limits, decisively and ruthlessly "training" him in an almost cruel way.

But every time it comes to a life-or-death situation, this guy intervenes. And that ghost bus just now... if it had attacked with all its might, he would have been dead long ago, and Ghost Eye would have completely shut down, without even a chance to revive.

"Let's go, to our next destination." Ye Yan started the bus, his tone casual. "You should know how hard I've worked. Three of your Ghost Eyes crashed. Zhang Dong just removed a tiny bit from your Ghost Eyes. That old man isn't completely dead yet; he still has some life force left. I just gently manipulated it."

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Zhangdong?

Is that old man from the Republic of China era still alive?

"Open your mind, and I will transmit basic memories to you."

Ye Yan's shadow quietly invaded Yang Jian's mind.

The Republican era background, the history of ghost tamers, the major forces in the paranormal world... a massive amount of information flooded in like a tidal wave.

Yang Jian was unable to move and could only passively receive the information. When he opened his eyes, he was completely stunned.

He looked at Ye Yan with a complicated expression. This guy was like an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, because Ye Yan had modified his own script. He was a born anomaly, holding the script of Jixiangwa.

"That's why I've put so much effort into this," Ye Yan patted him on the shoulder. "Your level is really too low."

Yang Jian was speechless.

But he remembered those words forever.

Ye Yan secretly extracted 20% of the supernatural power from the ghost bus before getting off.

Sensing the loss of power, the ghost bus instinctively became enraged, its engine roaring and its body trembling, like a wild beast being toyed with, before finally driving away in anger.

Ye Yan activated the Ghost Domain and brought Yang Jian to a villa area.

Black ghostly shadows spread out from under Ye Yan's feet. This was the product of multiple supernatural supernatural phenomena: ghost faces, newspaper ghosts, ghost domains, and corpse splicing... All kinds of forces intertwined together, and only now did they truly reveal their terror.

A dark shadow climbed onto Yang Jian's body, like an invisible hand, lifting him to his feet.

"If that damn bus had used its full power to attack me, I'd be dead by now." Yang Jian stretched his stiff body, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "How much longer am I supposed to play this game with you?"

"Think of your mother."

Yang Jian: "..."

He was completely speechless. He took the cola and drank it all in one gulp, silently processing the information in his mind.

Ye Yan activated the Ghost Domain again, taking him through space. Yang Jian was shocked to find that Ye Yan's Ghost Domain was being used almost continuously, showing no signs of the vengeful ghost's resurgence.

"Why do I feel like you're a ghost with only intelligence?" Yang Jian couldn't help but guess.

"You can understand it that way too," Ye Yan didn't deny it. "Just like the memories I gave you, the outcasts are vengeful ghosts, except that they possess the bodies of vengeful ghosts but have the consciousness of living people. However, the outcasts can control their vengeful ghost instincts, unlike ghosts. If there is a ghost with intelligence and thought like mine, then the only one born outcast is Old Qin, the Lucky Baby."

"That's true. That lucky doll is pretty weird too. You guys really are old monsters."

Before the words were even finished, the two had already landed in the shopping mall of Dachang City.

A chilling aura swept over them. At the end of the corridor, a figure dressed in an old long robe was wandering around, taking three steps and then tapping the wall next to him.

The door-knocker ghost.

Ye Yan shoved Yang Jian away.

"you!"

Yang Jian's face instantly turned ashen as he watched the vengeful ghost slowly turn around, its empty eye sockets aimed at him.

He gritted his teeth, and a crimson light surged deep within his pupils.

Ye Yan leaned against the wall, leisurely drinking his cola, looking like he was watching a show.

Yang Jian secretly vowed: Once I become stronger, I will definitely take revenge.

...

Naruto World.

Konoha Village.

The setting sun bathed the grass on the training field in a warm golden hue.

Ye Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, his 1.9 trillion cells resonating like stars, each cell absorbing and releasing the chakra between heaven and earth.

His body is the perfect vessel for ninjutsu, with cellular activity, chakra affinity, and nerve reaction speed all exceeding conventional understanding.

"Sasuke, I told you, now is the time for the Seal of Reconciliation."

Ye Yan opened his eyes, and his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated, its scarlet light reflecting on the boy opposite him.

But Sasuke, trapped in the genjutsu, had already defeated Ye Yan and was enjoying the mental victory.