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.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
