Confronted by his daughter's sudden rebellion, He Huiqing kept complaining. Fang Shaohua, unable to take it anymore, went straight out to find some card-playing buddies. Fang Zhiyi had no idea what to do either. He Huiqing grumbled until dark, then, as if something had struck her, said she was going to find a feng shui master to check if the family's home had bad energy—and off she went.
Her leaving led to trouble.
An acquaintance introduced her to a "master." Who knows how the guy spun his story, but when Fang Zhiyi saw He Huiqing again, she seemed like a different person—no longer downcast, but beaming, muttering words like "spiritual purification."
Fang Zhiyi had a bad feeling. Then his mother mysteriously brought home a framed photo and started worshiping it devoutly every day. He peeked once: it was a picture of a bald man. He couldn't figure out why his mother was kneeling to this person. But when he asked, she slapped him. His usually gentle mother dragged him into the room and made him kneel before the photo to apologize.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to tell his father. But he never expected that his dad, furious, would storm off to find this man who had "seduced" his wife. After disappearing for a few days, his gambling-addicted father came back with the same eerie calmness—just like his mother.
The two had been thoroughly brainwashed. They'd bought into the "big family that purifies the soul" nonsense. From then on, they rarely came home, neglected their three children, and even donated most of their life savings.
Fang's parents tried to drag their kids into this "purifying" cult as well. But before they could convince them, Fang Zhiyan got into a brawl that led to a death. He hadn't laid a hand on the victim, but his accomplice claimed he was the ringleader. He was caught on the spot.
Meanwhile, Fang Xiaoxiao gave birth to a child, but the thug she'd been with had already hooked up with other women and didn't care about her at all. When she confronted him, he beat her black and blue, locked her in their rented room, and wouldn't let her go home.
As for Fang Zhiyi—though he was a bit of a people-pleaser and always listened to his parents—he knew the cult his folks had joined was no good. But when he tried to warn them, they beat him.
After failing to recruit any of the three kids, Fang Zhiyi’s parents kicked him out. They sold the house and took the money back to their so-called "big family." They never returned.
Fang Zhiyi was devastated. He tried asking relatives for help, but they all turned him away.
Desperate, he reached out to Yin Tingting. After hearing about his situation, she was shocked at first, then patted her chest and promised to help.
Her idea of help? Setting him up with a chance to make money.
Yin Tingting introduced him to a friend who wanted to teach him how to play card games on a phone. At first, Fang Zhiyi didn't want to—he'd seen how his father gambled all day. But seeing others rake in money every day tempted him.
He needed cash—to help his sister, his brother, and to find his parents.
So he started playing. A few small wins pulled him in. Then he started losing. When he had no money left, he asked the guy for a loan. The guy wouldn't lend to him directly, but pointed him toward another way to borrow.
Fang Zhiyi took that money and lost it all.
The thought of debt collectors coming after him terrified him.
The friend, showing reluctance, offered one solution: flee the country.
"Go abroad?"
"Yeah, I've got connections. If it weren't for Tingting's sake, I wouldn't bother calling in a favor."
Thinking about his situation, Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and agreed.
That decision sealed his doom.
He didn't know that not only had he sold his credit, but someone had already placed an order for his organs.
"...What kind of hell-mode difficulty is this?" Fang Zhiyi was speechless. He'd originally thought the original Fang Zhiyi was a bit naive, but now it seemed that, among the whole family, the original guy was the only one who'd started off halfway normal!
"I thought you'd be happy getting a namesake!" Little Hei shouted. "At least the original one was thrilled. After seeing his whole life play out, he absolutely refused to go through it again."
With that, Little Hei spat out a soul from its mouth. The guy grinned awkwardly at Fang Zhiyi.
"..."
Fang Zhiyi's heart ached.
A thunderous slap on the table snapped him back. He turned.
"Did you hear me talking to you? Got no respect for your elders? No manners? Trying to cut ties with the whole family?" The drunk was Fang Zhiyi's uncle.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. At first, he'd thought this guy was a creditor.
"You talk!" the drunk glared.
Fang Zhiyi cleared his throat. "Stand up!"
The drunk blinked in surprise. His wife and kid—both glued to their phones—also looked up.
"Think you're something special? Get drunk and crash my place to cause trouble? Who do you think you are? Just because you're older means you're above others? Look at yourself—do you act like an elder at all?"
The drunk's face turned purple. "How dare you talk to me like that!" His voice was so loud Fang Zhiyi's ears rang.
"That's exactly how I talk! Look at your sorry ass! You come to my place, eat my food, drink my booze, and then start cussing me out? If you can handle your liquor, fine. If not, get the hell back to your own place and rant!" Fang Zhiyi's voice was just as loud.
"Bro..."
"Zhiyi! How can you talk to your uncle like that?"
The glued-to-their-phones duo spoke up at the same time.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. "Oh, so you're not deaf? I thought you were. When this clown of yours slammed the table and screamed bloody murder, you two played blind, right?"
"Fine! Fine! Fang Zhiyi! Are you cutting ties with the whole family or not?" the drunk roared.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Stop yelling. Can't form a sentence without screaming? I haven't eaten your food, drunk your booze, or asked you for money. What makes you think you can come to my house and curse at me? Cut ties? Fine—but first, tell your son to pay me back what he owes!"
"You—you said it! We're done?"
"That's right, I said it." Fang Zhiyi felt nothing inside. "Pay back your son's debt first. Then get out. Otherwise, I'll smash this bottle over your head."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms. "Wanna try?"
"Zhiyi, you know your uncle—he's just drunk and talking nonsense. Don't..."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
