Fang Zhiyan instinctively covered his face.
Fang Shaohua felt an inexplicable surge of anger. He usually didn't meddle much in their affairs, but if his son got beaten up, of course he had to step in.
"Tell me! Who hit you?"
"Brother Ba did..."
"Brother who?"
"His nickname is Brother Ba..."
"Some guy dares to hit my son? Come on! Take me to him!" Fang Shaohua was furious. He had just lost money gambling and needed an outlet.
Fang Zhiyan's eyes lit up. For the first time, he felt his father had some real machismo.
"Let's go!"
"Xiao Xiao, you come too. Dad will treat you all to a meal outside later!" Fang Shaohua said, suddenly remembering his elder son, Fang Zhiyi, and wondering where he had gone.
"Why did you hit my son?" Fang Shaohua blocked a young thug with a scar on his face.
The young thug froze, then stiffened his neck and said, "Why wouldn't I hit him? He couldn't even solve such a simple problem—how could I not hit him?"
"You hit him, and you still... what problem?" Fang Shaohua suddenly came to his senses.
"Here." The scarface didn't hesitate and handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
"Given that the distance from the game arcade to the fight spot is two kilometers, the vehicle is Handsome Nan's mobile office, the speed is... Find the arrival time..." Fang Shaohua's brain was a mess of confusion. He looked up at the young thug in puzzlement, then at his own son.
"You're always boasting about being in the game, but you can't even solve a problem like this? Go back to school!" The scarface scoffed.
"Dad, look at him..." Fang Zhiyan felt a surge of grievance searching for an outlet.
Yet Fang Shaohua frowned instead: "Shut up!" He turned back to the scarface with a smile on his face. "Sorry, sorry, sorry for the trouble."
"Dad?" Fang Zhiyan was utterly stunned.
"Get your ass back home!"
Watching them walk away, the scarface pulled out his phone: "Hey, boss, that kid's father showed up just now. I did exactly what you said, and true enough, he didn't make a move! Boss, you're amazing."
"By the way, boss, what's the answer to that problem? What's the arrival time? I can't figure it out either."
"No, boss, why are you yelling at me?"
The person on the other end of the phone hung up, then turned to the man beside him with a fawning smile: "Brother, how did I handle that for you?"
Li Lie nodded: "Not bad..."
The boss's mother came out, and Li Lie stood up: "Auntie, sorry to bother you again."
The old lady chided affectionately: "No trouble at all! We owe it all to you. I chant sutras every day now, and my heart doesn't race anymore, and I'm not short of breath. Thank you so much to your Master Wei..."
The boss laughed along. He had originally heard that his mother had joined some group and flew into a rage, thinking it was a cult. But upon checking, he found they not only guided the old lady to a better state but also drove her home, and even handed her a bag of eggs before leaving, without charging a penny.
What kind of cult? This was practically a charity! The boss might be in the underworld, but he knew right from wrong. So when Li Lie came to him asking for a favor, he didn't hesitate for a second.
From what he knew, the other big shots of similar standing had more or less accepted Li Lie's requests.
At the villa, when the newcomer learned that the visitor was Old Madam Fang, Wei Wuyang nearly wet himself in terror. He had never been so earnest before. To succeed, he even brought in several people to pose as believers and attend the lecture together.
He Huiqing started: "You don't know, my son..."
Someone immediately cut her off: "That's nothing! My son beats me black and blue!"
He Huiqing was stunned.
"Yours is mild—my son's in jail, boohoo..."
He Huiqing's face was full of sympathy.
"My son is dead!!! Waaah!"
He Huiqing couldn't help but comfort that woman, not even thinking about how old she might be.
Wei Wuyang knew the time was right. Quietly, he pressed play on the music and began his brainwashing lecture.
"What? Someone's stealing our followers? How dare they!" Wu Lianggen was fuming with rage. He had sensed something was off all along, but only today did he find out that someone was poaching their followers, even intercepting them at the entrance to the villa area!
Had it not been for some followers being driven in by their own people, the losses would have been even greater!
"How come I've never heard of another cult... divine teaching nearby?"
A subordinate said: "Leader, they set up a sign today. It's called the 'Return to Goodness Aid Center'."
Wu Lianggen abandoned all pretense as a leader and rushed out of the villa in a panic. A subordinate quickly pointed him in the right direction.
"That place—I remember it was just a bunch of idiots running a pyramid scheme! Go and check it out now!"
"They've got a lot of people now, coming and going every day. We've already sent someone to investigate."
"Damn it! Go and bring them all... Who are you?" He suddenly noticed a young man leaning against the wall not far away.
"I'm... here to join you," Fang Zhiyi said with a smile. "The divinity guided me here."
Wu Lianggen looked him up and down, then suddenly broke into a warm smile. His two little eyes shone with an aura of benevolence.
"The divinity welcomes you as one of its followers. Please step into the purification chamber." He made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Zhiyi didn't hesitate. He stood up and walked. On the way, he saw followers bow to Wu Lianggen, their faces full of gratitude.
Fang Zhiyi looked around. These guys really had gone to some lengths—digging a huge underground chamber beneath the villa? His own place seemed too small in comparison.
"Are they about to brainwash you?" Xiao Hei asked curiously.
Fang Zhiyi laughed: "Brainwash my ass. I said the divinity guided me here, and those outside believe it—this bald guy can't be that dumb, can he?"
Just then, the bald man in question slowly turned around. His once-loving expression turned cold: "Spill it. Why did you come here? Who sent you?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged.
The door behind him slammed shut.
Two of the leader's trusted men stared at him menacingly.
The bald leader dropped all pretense, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it: "You're just an ordinary guy. Your grades are average, your parents are nothing special... but I'm a cautious man. Did someone pay you to come here and find someone?"
Fang Zhiyi watched him with interest.
The bald man grew inexplicably irritated under his gaze: "You managed to find this place—you probably know too much. I think it's necessary to make sure you never talk." He waved his hand.
The two burly men moved in from left and right.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly burst out laughing.
The bald leader looked confused: "Who exactly sent you? Aren't you afraid?"
Fang Zhiyi finally spoke: "Of course I am... only, I was afraid you might run away. Luckily, you took the initiative to find a place like this."
The bald man froze.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
