"Li Zhenni, I'll give you three days to get out of the Li family!" The wealthy lady crossed her arms, looking down at the woman before her with an air of superiority.
The woman let out a cold laugh. "We'll see who ends up leaving." She suddenly paused, glancing to the side with confusion.
"What are you looking at? Waiting for your husband to save you? He's about to divorce you!" the wealthy lady sneered.
Li Zhenni ignored her and turned her gaze to the system.
"System? Task progress?"
The system paused for a moment before replying, "Reporting to host, the current task progress hasn't changed. Please continue to work hard. Also, we've recently received a notification that a Hunter is traveling through various worlds. We need to stay alert. I'm going to take a spin around."
Watching the system fly off, a flicker of disgust passed through Li Zhenni's eyes.
Before the other system got close, Xiao Hei had already concealed its presence. Seeing that the other system even went into a cult hideout before leaving, it suddenly understood.
Fang Zhiyi is truly cautious!
A man carrying a backpack wandered hesitantly outside the villa district. Finally, he made up his mind and walked in. He had heard from an introduction that there was a Supreme God Sect here, and its leader possessed great powers. Though he had his doubts, he had no choice now, so he followed the address someone had given him to check it out.
But as soon as he stepped inside, someone suddenly greeted him.
"You're here to join, right?"
The man was startled, but after seeing the smile on the other person's face, he calmed down a bit. "Yes... I..."
"Come on, come on, let's talk inside." Someone tried to take his luggage, but the man clutched his backpack tightly—it held his last bit of savings.
Seeing this, the greeter didn't push and simply led the way with a warm smile.
In the secret room, Wu Lianggen, puffing on a cigar, checked the time. "The person in charge of reception hasn't come back yet? Didn't our believers in the city say a new follower was supposed to join today?"
The big man beside him frowned. "I'll go check."
But he soon came running back. "Leader, the reception person said no one came today!"
"Huh? Did he change his mind halfway? These foolish mortals." The bald leader Wu Lianggen cursed, got up, and put on his white robe. "Forget it, it's time for confession. Go make the arrangements."
"Yes!"
Li Lie had two wooden sticks tied to his hands—it was the best they could do here. He stared at the closed door in front of him uneasily. "Um, that... Mr. Fang..."
Fang Zhiyi sat nearby with his eyes closed, resting.
"We intercepted that cult's follower... is that really okay?"
"What's not okay about it?"
"Those guys have quite a few people. What if they..."
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes. "What if what? This is a society governed by law. We're all competing for customers fair and square! If they come looking for trouble, we'll call the police. We'd dare to do it; would they?"
Li Lie's mouth twitched. He never expected this guy, who was about his age, to be so brazen—intercepting cult traffic? Who else would think of that?
"You have to trust your boss. If he can convince those idiots that a nonexistent project can make money, then he's got the makings of a cult leader." Fang Zhiyi picked his ear. "Not to mention, I gave him a few hours of tutoring."
Li Lie's mouth twitched again. Tutoring? Everyone heard the boss getting beaten up and crying in there.
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Two hours later, the door opened. The once-confused man now looked full of confidence, even bowing gratefully to the "Master" who followed him out.
"Alright, today's lesson ends here. You can go back now."
The man was taken aback. "Didn't they say... once I came, I had to stay here, leave the chaos of the world behind, and find myself?"
The "Master" quickly glanced at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi cleared his throat, stood up slowly, and Li Lie watched as the lazy Fang Zhiyi suddenly transformed into someone like a transcendent sage.
"We guide lost sheep here; we're not a cult. Do we need to control people's freedom? Since you came to us, it's fate. You still have things to do. Go on."
The man looked at Fang Zhiyi in surprise, unsure of what was happening.
Until the Master spoke: "Go on. This is my master. Though he looks young, he's actually almost seventy."
The man was shocked and nearly knelt before Fang Zhiyi.
After finally seeing the man off, Fang Zhiyi jumped up and kicked the leader. "Seventy? Why didn't you say seven hundred?"
"I thought about it, but I was afraid he wouldn't believe me!"
"You—!"
Fang Zhiyi glared at the sullen Wei Wuyang. "No wonder you live in the same district. Others run cults, and you only manage to run pyramid schemes!"
"I'm just afraid of prison, okay? Running a cult is too shady."
"And what are you, some saint?" Fang Zhiyi exploded again. "Get in here and repeat everything you said today! If you miss a word, you'll pay for it!"
Li Lie, who had just sent off the guest, courageously asked, "Mr. Fang, about today's membership fees..."
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Into the accounts! Don't remind me. Hey, Wei, are you going to hand over the money you took from those fools yourself, or should I beat it out of you?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"I'll—!"
The trainees at this hideout never expected to get their stolen money back.
Though the manager seemed reluctant, he couldn't withstand Fang Zhiyi's intimidation from behind.
Remembering the big promises Fang Zhiyi had made yesterday, Wei Wuyang gritted his teeth and returned all the money. But this move nearly earned him another beating.
"You're such a loser. You went through all this trouble for just a few thousand bucks?" Fang Zhiyi was almost laughing in anger. "A whole room full of losers, and all you could scrape together was a few thousand?"
"We haven't started making money yet. You showed up before we could..." Wei Wuyang mumbled, only to get a slap from Fang Zhiyi and fall silent in grievance.
"Starting tomorrow, Li Lie, lead your people back to the streets. Remember the model I taught you yesterday. Cults work by getting people to recruit each other. It's easier than hunting one by one. Cast a wide net!"
"Okay." Li Lie nodded, clutching the money in his hand, feeling oddly hopeful about Fang Zhiyi's promises.
"Also, every day, send two people out in white robes, go further away. If you see someone coming in alone like today, drag them straight to our place!"
"Yes!"
Wei Wuyang asked cautiously, "Mr. Fang, if we do this, we'll end up in prison, right?"
"Now you're thinking about prison? We're saving people!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
