Fang Zhiyi not only sent Li Lie and the other core members out, but even released the trainees who had been spending all day singing in their rooms. Their job was simple—just go out and promote, especially in places with lots of old folks.
“As long as there are people, there’s always money to be made,” Fang Zhiyi said.
Soon, Li Lie brought him a surprise. Li Lie spotted some peripheral members of a cult. With no fixed target to begin with, he simply crouched nearby and watched, jumping forward the moment they left.
With charisma and natural rapport, Li Lie truly lived up to being a core member.
As the second and third new members joined, Wei Wuyang’s workflow became smoother. But he had no choice—Fang Zhiyi had deliberately found a thick stick, as thick as a bowl, to beat him with if he slacked off.
Sometimes, Wei Wuyang felt like crying. All he had wanted was to run his little pyramid scheme quietly and properly, so how had he ended up as a spiritual mentor?
And this Fang Zhiyi definitely had something going on behind the scenes. How did he know the cult’s tricks so well? And, creepiest of all, the moment someone walked in, Fang Zhiyi could tell them everything about their family situation and what they were going through.
The more Wei Wuyang thought about it, the more scared he got, so he just stopped chewing on that question altogether. He couldn’t win in a fight anyway, so he’d take it one step at a time.
But the benefits were obvious. They had intercepted quite a few cult followers. These were all premium targets. Under Wei Wuyang’s brainwashing, with the support of his comrades—no, colleagues—they actually got these people to open up.
In just a few days, they had made a pretty penny from membership fees and donations.
Wei Wuyang had never realized how much money a cult could rake in. Some people didn’t want to go home and offered up their entire life savings to stay. He gleefully reported this to Fang Zhiyi, only to get chewed out.
“I told you to learn from the cult’s model, not to become a cult yourself! Taking people’s fortune like that—do you have a death wish?”
This time, Li Lie sided with Fang Zhiyi. After tailing so many cult members lately, he had also seen how terrifying this “neighbor” was—they drove people to ruin.
Fortunately, Wei Wuyang listened. After getting yelled at, he obediently returned the money and said new members could stay, but would only need to pay for room, board, and tuition.
But with members staying in the house, Wei Wuyang’s life got even tougher. To properly educate these “followers,” Fang Zhiyi forced him to study until midnight every day. Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi also selected several people from the original core team and trainees to undergo training. He found that while they were stubborn, they weren’t afraid of hard work—after all, they could survive a whole day on just cabbage soup.
A few hundred yards away, in the cult’s compound, the cult leader, Wu Lianggen, was frustrated.
“There have been fewer ‘fat sheep’ lately. Are those peripheral guys slacking off?”
His subordinate rushed to defend themselves.
Wu Lianggen had no idea that just a few hundred meters away, there were “competitors” quietly stealing his business. After all, who would have thought anyone would steal another cult’s followers?
“You say you have a sin? What sin? That scumbag cheated on you—you’re the victim. What sin is yours? Who said you seduced him? Take me there, and I’ll slap his mouth shut!”
“Let’s go! Let’s go, Boss Fang! I’m heading out! Song jian”
“You’re sick? Go to the hospital. Now!”
“What’s your deal? You’re young, and you don’t want to live anymore?”
Before the young man could answer, he got slapped in the face. He glared back, ready to strike.
“Still know how to fight back, huh? Then why don’t you want to live? Are you out of your mind? Perfect—we need a manual laborer here. You’re staying. Start work tomorrow. After a month, tell me if you still want to die.”
Fang Zhiyi paced through the noisy villa, his hands behind his back. To his credit, these newly promoted “masters” each had their own style, and at least the results were showing.
Two people blocked his path: “Master Fang, please advise us. Our business failed, and we really…”
Fang Zhiyi looked them up and down, then waved his hand: “Come on, let’s go to the meditation room.”
They went in first. Li Lie pulled Fang Zhiyi aside: “Boss Fang, these two have no money.”
Fang Zhiyi turned back to look at him: “So?”
“Uh… they lost their house too.”
“Counseling costs nothing. Trust me—people who have known success are more likely to get back on their feet than ordinary folks. Offering help when they’re down is worth it. Even if they don’t bounce back, they’ll at least live a decent life. If they do rise again, we’ll have made a good investment.” Fang Zhiyi patted Li Lie on the shoulder. “Running a business needs a little human touch. Don’t turn yourself into a real cult.”
Li Lie stood there, staring as Fang Zhiyi walked in and closed the door, his face brimming with admiration.
Late into the night, the place finally quieted down.
Xiao Hei looked around hesitantly and then said to Fang Zhiyi, “Um, about this guy…” It pointed at the original owner’s soul, which gazed at Fang Zhiyi mournfully.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it: “I know. All that mess in his family. I haven’t forgotten. Don’t worry—I won’t use your body for nothing.”
He turned and called Li Lie over: “How many downlines do you have now?”
Li Lie was caught off guard: “Boss Fang, you mean… members?”
“Right, right, members.”
“About this many.” Li Lie held up a hand and gestured vaguely, a spark of excitement on his face. “Honestly, once we changed the name, business got a lot easier.”
“Three?” Fang Zhiyi frowned.
“Three hundred! A full three hundred! Boss Fang, you haven’t checked the accounts in days. We’ve collected a ton in membership fees alone. I can’t even imagine how much that cult must be raking in.” Li Lie’s face was full of longing.
“What, thinking of jumping ship?” Fang Zhiyi kicked him straight on.
“No way. I’d never sink to their level, those shameless crooks! Why don’t we just call the police and have them busted?”
“Call the police? They’ll show up and find nothing. You think a cult is that easy to nail?” Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. “We need to force them out into the open themselves. Now that we have enough people, it’s time to test your skills.”
Li Lie puffed out his chest: “Boss Fang, just give the orders!”
Fang Zhiyi pulled out his phone, first ignoring the missed call alerts—though he knew without checking, they were all from the original owner’s sour-faced mother. “Take a look at the people in these photos. Then I’ll tell you what to do next.”
Li Lie glanced at the photos, confused, then suddenly his eyes snapped back to Fang Zhiyi, then to the phone, then back again. His eyes bulged wide open: “Boss Fang, is this…”
“Still want to make money?”
“Of course!”
“Then do as I say. Our neighbor should be figuring out about us soon enough.”
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
【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.)
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."
