This also allowed Xiao Hei and the original owner’s soul to witness the terror of capital.
With piles of cash thrown down, the Supreme Cult, which had been hidden in every corner of society, was nearly uprooted. Both the underworld and the authorities were hunting them down, and Wu Lianggen was the first to be arrested.
Just at that moment, the “kidnapped” Third Young Lady returned home on her own, casually saying she had been messing around, which made things rather awkward.
But for the police, this cult had to be destroyed, so the scattered core members couldn’t escape capture either.
The cult’s downfall, however, brought business to Fang Zhiyi’s Guishan Support Society.
The brainwashed followers were sent here by their families and friends, with Wei Wuyang personally overseeing their re-education, trying to get them back to normal social life.
The sun was just right. Fang Zhiyi had used the money he earned to buy and connect the neighboring villa, as he had numerous trainees and the original space was no longer enough.
He was watering the flowers and plants by the wall when a graceful woman slowly walked over from the corridor and stopped behind him.
“See? Wherever there are time-travelers, the plot gets out of control. You actually came straight to my doorstep... That makes me look pretty dumb,” Fang Zhiyi said, putting down his watering can and turning around casually.
“My archenemy of a brother, and a large chunk of my company’s middle management, all have ties to your support society. Do you think I wouldn’t notice?” Li Zhenni’s tone was icy.
Fang Zhiyi scratched his head and said to Xiao Hei, “See? I told you she has strong perception.”
“Well, I guess the infiltration plan failed...”
The two stood there, staring at each other in silence.
Occasionally, someone would pass by, greet Fang Zhiyi, glance curiously at Li Zhenni, and then hurry away.
Unseen to them, a black orb and a square shape were tangled in a brawl between the two.
“I don’t know what kind of hunter you are, but I just want to go home.” Li Zhenni reached behind her back, where a dagger was tucked.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes lit up with understanding: “That explains it. No wonder you skipped the usual steps and came straight here. In that much of a hurry?”
Li Zhenni didn’t reply. Instead, she moved swiftly, driving the dagger straight at Fang Zhiyi’s lower abdomen, though at the last moment, she shifted it slightly off course.
But her hand was caught by Fang Zhiyi, and she couldn’t advance another inch.
“Oh, trained in martial arts? Too bad—I’ve cultivated immortality, you know,” Fang Zhiyi teased.
“Hahaha, you’re doomed! It’s coming!” the system suddenly crowed.
Fang Zhiyi looked up at Xiao Hei. They exchanged a glance, and Fang Zhiyi understood.
“Sorry about this!” Li Zhenni seized the chance to stab again, but Fang Zhiyi twisted and dodged.
“Since that’s the case... I’ll stop playing around.” Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow casually. “Xiao Hei!”
Xiao Hei let out a helpless sigh, then suddenly expanded drastically, the energy within him growing wild and turbulent.
“You were hiding even more... No, what are you doing?!” The system seemed to realize something was wrong.
“We’ve yet to test how powerful the Heavenly Laws of this world are,” Fang Zhiyi said with a chilling smile.
The once-clear sky suddenly gathered dark clouds, and an ominous pressure descended.
“Goodbye! No, never see you again!”
A terrifying bolt of heavenly lightning struck down in an instant.
Xiao Hei grabbed Li Zhenni with one hand and Fang Zhiyi with the other, rushing out of the Heavenly Laws’ encirclement at lightning speed.
“Send her back? Do you know what you’re saying?”
“She’s pitiful too. Since we saw her, let’s help.”
“Are you into her or something? I’m telling Yue An’yao about this!”
“Shut up!”
Li Zhenni’s soul had fallen into a daze, repeating only one word: “Mom.”
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes.
This was getting interesting.
Fang Zhiyi (the original owner) woke up in the hospital, first looking at his own hands, clearly feeling out of sync.
But then, the sobbing in his ears startled him.
“My son! You’re finally awake! Mom was so worried!”
“Stop yelling, the kid just woke up. Zhiyi, want something to eat? How about fish? Want Dad to catch some for you?”
“Bro...” Fang Zhiyan had dyed her hair back and cut it short. “You’re okay now, right? You’re amazing! Is that mutual aid church you opened?”
Fang Zhiyi felt a headache coming on but didn’t know how to explain. How could he? Say none of that was him?
Just then, the uncle who had come over drunk earlier arrived, all smiles, carrying gifts: “Hey, you’re awake! That’s great. Awake is good.”
Fang Zhiyi frowned; he remembered what that drunkard had done.
But before he could speak, Fang Shaohua suddenly kicked his own brother out the door.
“Fang Shaohua, what are you doing?! Are you crazy?”
“Get lost! How many times now? You get drunk and come to my place to make a scene? And you insult my son! Who do you think you are?”
“If you’re going to say it like that, are you cutting ties?”
“My son didn’t tell you? We already cut them! Now that he’s made something of himself, you come crawling back? And by the way, pay back that money you borrowed from us! Or I’ll sue you!”
“You, you...”
Fang’s mother turned around and looked at Fang Zhiyi helplessly: “Son, come home. Your dad doesn’t gamble anymore.”
Fang Zhiyan pouted: “He doesn’t gamble, but now he’s always wandering the world with a fishing rod. When he can’t catch anything, he buys fish at the market! People laugh at him!”
“Where’s Xiaoxiao?” Fang Zhiyi noticed someone missing.
“Your sister took an urgent call and left in a hurry. I’ll call her back right away.”
"No need!" Fang Zhiyi had learned a lot from following that time-traveler, so he immediately started searching for his phone until Fang Shaohua walked in and said, "This is the third wave. All these people heard you made it and want to butter you up. Where were they when we needed help before? What are you looking for?"
“Dad, my phone...”
“I’ve got it! I kept it safe for you!” Fang Shaohua quickly pulled the phone from his pocket and handed it over.
“My sister’s getting a bit rebellious too. The other day, I caught her sneaking money to buy cigarettes, but Mom and Dad didn’t believe me.”
“That’s your sister—don’t make things up.”
“I’m not making things up.”
Fang Zhiyi looked at the notes in his phone and felt a warmth in his heart.
“Call this number to find your sister.”
He remembered that time: he had been watching those transmigrants fight when that black monster had flung him straight back into his own body, saying it was up to him from then on.
“Xiaoxiao, I’ve finally waited for this day. I’ll take responsibility for you...”
“Please, my brother is still in the hospital...”
“One day it’s your brother, the next it’s your mom, then your dad! Are they more important than me?” The thug grew angry. “I’m getting what I want today, no matter what!”
“Don’t do this. You’re scaring me.”
“You...”
“Bang!” With a loud crash, the door burst open.
Fang Xiaoxiao looked toward the doorway. The thug turned impatiently. “Who’s that? Don’t you know you’re supposed to knock before entering someone else’s place?”
“Your dad!” A man charged in and kicked him to the ground.
“Bro? You’re okay?” Fang Xiaiao quickly buttoned up the shirt that had been forcibly undone and stood up.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. That move just now—he must have had at least half the strength of that time traveler, right?
“You’re asking for it...” The thug had just gotten to his feet, ready to curse, when he suddenly saw the several large men following behind Fang Zhiyi.
“What did you say?” Fang Zhiyi glared at him furiously. The thug’s confidence instantly deflated. “I... Xiaoxiao and I are truly in love. You can’t...”
Fang Zhiyi’s gaze swept across the nearby table and landed on an opened pack of cigarettes.
“Pretty heavy smoker, huh? And you made my sister steal money to buy you cigarettes?”
“What stealing? Don’t talk nonsense...” The thug’s voice wavered.
Fang Zhiyi took his sister’s hand and led her away.
“Hey, you there—go buy a few packs of cigarettes and watch him smoke every single one!”
“Got it, Boss Fang!”
The thug’s face was full of terror and despair. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he was trapped in his own rented room, blocked by several men.
“Fang Zhiyi! I’ve finally found you!” As soon as he stepped out of the old residential complex, a furious voice rang in his ears.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head and saw a big, round face appear in his line of sight.
He started laughing helplessly, which even made Fang Xiaoxiao a little scared. Then, suddenly, the laughter stopped. “Yin Tingting, you’re not dead yet?”
Yin Tingting froze. It felt like... the Fang Zhiyi in front of her had changed.
Fang Zhiyi squeezed his sister’s hand. Gone was the old cowardice and hesitation. That person had done enough for him. Now, it was his turn to protect his own family.
Whoever came—they would die.
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.
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?"
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."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
