Watching Fang Zhiyi flop onto the bed behind him, the system couldn't help but feel puzzled. "Host, what are you doing? Hurry up and go outside! Yue Anyao will be here soon to stir up misunderstandings!"
"So what?" Fang Zhiyi lay comfortably. "Isn't that fine?"
"Host, in your terms, she's a green tea! A green tea! She’ll create misunderstandings to damage your relationship with the female lead. Your current task is to avoid her and reduce the female lead’s misunderstandings of you. Otherwise, things will get messy later." The system shuddered at the thought of having to constantly search for the female lead afterward.
Fang Zhiyi sat up upon hearing this. "You’re mistaken. Listen carefully."
"What is a green tea? First, a green tea knows how to play weak. Do you think my junior sister is the type to act weak? Even if she does, it’s only when the female lead is around. Second, green teas like to cast a wide net, but my junior sister only has eyes for me! I know your criteria—she just says things like 'It’s all my fault' or 'I’ve made things difficult for you' in front of the female lead, typical green tea talk. But you need to understand the core issue—isn’t it because she likes me? So!" Fang Zhiyi slammed the table emphatically. "She’s not a green tea! And even if she is, she’s a green tea who only has eyes for me!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the table shattered into pieces.
Damn, he forgot he was now a cultivator.
The system hesitated. "Could it be that you..."
"Enough. You’re dismissed. I have things to do." Fang Zhiyi, already at the early-stage Unity Realm, could naturally sense someone approaching.
Sure enough, Yue Anyao rushed in, carrying something in her hands. When she looked up and saw Fang Zhiyi stepping out, her face lit up with joy. "Senior Brother, come try the grilled carp I made for you! I caught and cooked it all by myself!"
Yue Anyao’s reasoning was simple—if Senior Brother liked that little girl because of her cooking skills, she refused to believe her own dishes couldn’t compare!
In the original story, Fang Zhiyi hadn’t taken a single bite. Yue Anyao, heartbroken, clung to him and refused to let go. As his junior sister, Fang Zhiyi couldn’t just push her away with qi, so he had to coax her gently. It was this hesitation that Zhong Ling'er witnessed upon returning, leading to her storming off in anger.
But now, things were different. Fang Zhiyi plopped down, picked up a piece of fish, and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing twice, his expression stiffened slightly.
"Damn system, why didn’t you warn me her cooking was this bad???"
Still, he had to maintain his composure. In his past life as a powerful noble who rivaled the emperor, he had tasted all manner of delicacies. And now, he was subjected to this...
"Breathe in, breathe out... hold it together."
Yue Anyao was stunned. She had been rejected by Fang Zhiyi multiple times before—even warned to stay away. She had resolved that if he refused her again today, she would throw all caution to the wind and shamelessly cling to him no matter what!
But Senior Brother actually sat down and ate! Even if his expression was a bit dark.
"Senior Brother... is it really that bad?" Yue Anyao asked cautiously.
"Hm? Well... it’s not great," Fang Zhiyi wrestled with his conscience before deciding to be honest. "Next time, don’t use spells to grill fish. Use charcoal fire, understand? But it’s not completely inedible."
Yue Anyao was dejected, but hearing Senior Brother’s gentle and patient tone made her heart flutter. She nodded vigorously. "Mm!"
Looking at her obedient face, Fang Zhiyi nodded approvingly. What green tea? This was just his precious junior sister!
Just then, Zhong Ling'er rushed back in a panic. Since the plot had already diverged, she didn’t witness Yue Anyao clinging to Fang Zhiyi. But seeing Yue Anyao there still displeased her. However, thoughts of Chu Aotian quickly overtook her worry. "Zhiyi, it’s bad! You need to come with me, now!" She grabbed Fang Zhiyi’s sleeve and pulled.
Fang Zhiyi was grateful for the rescue—otherwise, he might have had to force down another bite. "Alright, let’s go." He turned. "Anyao, come with us."
Yue Anyao was dazed, while Zhong Ling'er’s expression darkened further. But the situation was urgent.
When the three arrived, Chu Aotian had already been captured by the elders of Cloud Sky Palace.
"Palace Master." The elder greeted Fang Zhiyi with a bow.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the pale-faced young man. "What’s the matter?"
The elder replied, "This man is a demonic cultivator. He was caught attempting to breach our defensive formation!"
Zhong Ling'er immediately tugged at Fang Zhiyi’s sleeve. He subtly shifted away, unnoticed by Zhong Ling'er—but Yue Anyao, who had eyes only for him, noticed and brightened.
"In that case," Fang Zhiyi looked at Chu Aotian, who met his gaze with defiance before shifting his attention to Zhong Ling'er, flashing her a smirk.
"Send him to the Execution Platform for disposal," Fang Zhiyi said flatly.
Everyone was stunned. Being sent to the Execution Platform meant even his soul would be eradicated—no chance of reincarnation!
"Zhiyi! Have you forgotten him? He’s Aotian!" Zhong Ling'er cried out.
The crowd’s attention snapped to her.
"Oh? So you’re involved with a demonic cultivator? How..." Yue Anyao didn’t want to miss any chance to undermine Zhong Ling'er, but Fang Zhiyi cut her off mid-sentence.
"Your kindness is your own business, but don’t let it drag Cloud Sky Palace into trouble!"
The declaration left everyone speechless.
Wait—hadn’t it been obvious to even the blind how much the Palace Master adored Zhong Ling'er? He’d even transferred his own cultivation to her, helping her break through to the early-stage Nascent Soul Realm in no time. What was happening today? Had the Palace Master finally seen the light?
The system promptly intervened. "Host, maintain your devoted persona! Don’t let others suspect you!"
"Damn it." Fang Zhiyi clutched his chest, his face a mix of hesitation before firming with resolve. Whether they understood or not, he had to sell the act.
"I’ve often wondered—why do we cultivate? Is it just for immortality?" Fang Zhiyi swept his gaze across the crowd, which now included even outer disciples.
"No, it’s not. Think about it—cultivation, immortality... does that mean we must abandon human emotions and desires? I couldn’t break through before because I was lost!"
"Every one of you here was once mortal. I’m sure you remember—if we can’t enjoy mortal food, savor the joy it brings, if we can’t love... then what’s the point of immortality? To become an emotionless, desireless immortal?"
Many outer disciples, who still relied on mortal food, nodded in agreement.
Fang Zhiyi pointed. "Then Zhong Ling'er came. She cooked mortal dishes, and when I ate them... it was the first time in so long I felt... alive!" He raised his hand and clenched it softly.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
