"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!"
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?"
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."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
