Fang Zhiyan had been feeling pretty down lately. He was getting along fine, had made quite a few friends on the street, but something strange had been happening for the past few days.
What was so strange? Well, whenever someone walked up to him, they’d look him over, raise a hand, and slap him across the face—hard enough to leave him disoriented. The slapper would then walk off without a word. He wanted to get revenge, but he was too much of a coward to try.
It didn’t stop there. He got slapped in the pool hall, slapped at the internet café, and even lying in his hotel room, someone would barge in just to slap him. These people never said anything, never hit him more than once—just a single slap, and that was it.
He used to have friends who could help him get back at them, but even his so-called “friends” would suddenly raise a hand and slap him just the same.
Fang Zhiyan was totally baffled.
How was he supposed to survive out here?
Why was everyone hitting him? Now whenever he walked down the street, he instinctively covered his face at the sight of anyone.
Because he got smacked around all day, he’d lost all his street cred in the circle—nobody wanted to hang out with him. But when it came to slapping him, they were all eager, like they were getting paid for it.
And they were.
After a few days of this inexplicable abuse, Fang Zhiyan couldn’t take it anymore. He thought it over and chose to go home.
But the moment he walked in, he ran straight into his hot-tempered mother. It took only a few words to understand the situation: even his honest, well-behaved older brother had run away from home, and now Fang Zhiyan had come back just in time to take his place as the family punching bag—verbally, at least.
Fang Zhiyan wasn’t having any of it. He secretly pocketed some cash and ran off again.
On his way, he passed the mahjong parlor and spotted his old man. But his dad looked grim, like he’d just lost a lot of money.
Fang Shaohua really wasn’t having a good run either. He’d been losing money every day recently, no matter where he played.
He blamed bad luck and even went to see a fortune master to change his fate. But after that, he lost even harder. With his mind consumed by gambling, he didn’t notice the eerie looks exchanged among the three players at his table.
Outside the apartment complex, Fang Xiaoxiao hesitated and shook her head in response to her boyfriend’s invitation. Her thuggish boyfriend got a little annoyed, but after a moment’s thought, he put on a sympathetic face. “It’s fine. Go home. As long as we love each other... you know? That’s what matters.”
Fang Xiaoxiao felt a pang of guilt. She had turned him down many times before, but this time it was because her older brother had run off, her younger brother hadn’t come home, and her mother kept complaining about how hard her life was. Fang Xiaoxiao couldn’t bear to add to her mother’s worries.
Neither of them noticed the man who had been watching them from across the street. He stared until they parted ways, then turned and walked off.
With the money he’d taken, Fang Zhiyan made up his mind: this time, he would change his fate! So he begged and scraped together a bunch of big shots from his circle, inviting them to a banquet.
At the dinner table, there was one unfamiliar face—a man sitting silently. The other guys seemed to know him, so Fang Zhiyan didn’t question it. He just wanted to find his place again.
“Gentlemen, if I’ve ever crossed any of you before, I’d like to take this chance to apologize!” Fang Zhiyan said, raising his glass and downing it in one gulp.
But something unexpected happened.
One of the big shots suddenly exploded. “Apologize? If you want to apologize, start by memorizing this text!”
Fang Zhiyan had imagined many scenarios, but never once did he think that a tough guy covered in tattoos would bring a tattered old Chinese textbook to dinner.
“And help me finish my little cousin’s exam paper! Or I’ll still beat you up!” another guy jumped up.
Fang Zhiyan was completely stunned.
Since when did being a gangster require doing homework?
He looked for help to the former big shot he used to follow. The man stood up and coughed. “Quiet down, everyone. Zhiyan is with me. Let me say something fair.”
Fang Zhiyan felt a glimmer of gratitude.
“We go out to fight. Given that...” The big shot couldn’t remember the rest, so he just pulled a crumpled paper from his pocket. “Given that a stick hits an arm at 6 meters per second, with a contact time of 0.1 seconds, what’s the force of the hit?”
Fang Zhiyan was speechless.
“Don’t just stand there! Let’s eat first! You hurry up and figure it out. If you don’t get it, they’ll beat you up, and I’m not stepping in,” the big shot said as he sat down. He glanced at the silent man, who gave a slight nod, and then the big shot finally picked up his chopsticks with relief.
He had originally thought Fang Zhiyan had offended someone. But after asking around, he caught wind of something bizarre: someone was paying them—ten bucks per slap on Fang Zhiyan, no questions asked.
Fang Zhiyan had become a monster that dropped coins whenever you hit him.
The big shot was still loyal at heart and wanted to find out who was behind it. But the moment he made a move, someone showed up at his house. The visitor didn’t say a word, just bought his family a bunch of stuff. The big shot had seen enough of the world to know—with two fierce-looking bodyguards behind the visitor—he was in over his head.
Since he couldn’t stop it, he might as well join the fun. After all, he had been paid and shouldn’t hold back. And looking on the bright side, this was good for his little brother’s future. That thought made him feel a lot better.
Once again, Fang Zhiyan learned how treacherous this street life could be. They no longer slapped him. Instead, whenever they saw him, they’d pull out a crumpled paper with a question and threaten to beat him up if he couldn’t answer it.
Meantime, because Fang Zhiyan had stolen money and run off again, He Huiqing finally snapped. She started searching everywhere for some kind of fortune-teller or feng shui master to help her. A cult’s peripheral members had almost gotten their hooks into her, but an old lady suddenly appeared, pulled her aside, and whispered something mysterious. He Huiqing left happily with the old woman.
When Fang Xiaoxiao returned home, she found her mother wasn’t there. Instead, her father was slumped on the couch with a vacant stare.
“Dad, where’s Mom?” Fang Xiaoxiao asked carefully.
Fang Shaohua didn’t react until she asked a second time. Then he sat up and scratched his head. “Haven’t seen her. I think she went out this afternoon.” He suddenly looked at his daughter—she seemed to have grown up.
“Hungry? I’ll make you something to eat!”
Fang Xiaoxiao was stunned. Was she seeing things? Her father was home this early, and even offering to cook?
Fang Shaohua had no choice. He had tried different places, but no matter where he gambled, he lost. For him, gambling was a game, but when the game only makes you lose, even a seasoned gambler loses interest. What a gambler wants is the thrill of winning and losing—mostly winning.
But now, he saw no hope of winning at all.
As he picked up an apron he hadn’t worn in ages, the door opened. Fang Zhiyan came in with half his face still swollen.
The three of them—father, son, daughter—stared at each other.
Fang Shaohua suddenly realized he hadn’t seen this son of his in a long time. Fang Zhiyan silently walked over to the couch and sat down. Fang Shaohua sighed. “You’re back? Wash your hands and wait for dinner... What happened to your face? Who hit you?”
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
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...
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?"
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!
