Fang Zhiyi pursed his lips and tore open the folded talisman. The next moment, he grinned.
Xiaoxiaohei leaned over to take a look. The edges were filled with auspicious words, but right in the middle was written the name "Fang Zhiyi" in bold characters.
"Well, looks like I have no choice but to accept this favor."
Xiaoxiaohei said nothing. It had already given up on this host—he kept meddling in the affairs of this world over and over. There was no use arguing now, so it might as well let him go.
Unable to contact its main body, Xiaoxiaohei’s simple mind couldn’t figure things out, so it decided to conserve its energy. It would only intervene when Fang Zhiyi was about to lose his life, forcibly giving him another chance. But if that happened, its energy would probably be spent for good.
Fang Zhiyi pulled a long, well-wrapped cloth bundle from under the bed and unfurled it, revealing the black sword that belonged to Xuan Jizi.
"This thing is way better than the banner... Keeping those things cultivated inside my own body always feels strange," Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself. He tapped the blade, and the black sword shuddered violently, as if something was colliding inside it. "Hungry, are you? I'll take you to get some good food."
He slung the sword over his back and leaped out through the window.
Xu Xiaoya lay in bed, chattering away cheerfully. She felt a little excited, thinking that her life was getting better and better. Xu Xiaocao lay beside her, clutching the edge of her own clothes.
Xu Xiaoya suddenly fell silent. Xu Xiaocao turned to look at her and saw that she had fallen asleep.
Xu Xiaocao’s gaze was complicated. That day, Xu Xiaoya had told her many things—how she too had been sold by her parents, and how fortunate she was to have met that "Gousheng." Thinking back to how Gousheng could casually pull out silver from his pocket, her heart grew even more bitter.
Why was it that, though both of them had been abandoned by their families, Xu Xiaoya was now living so well? She kept calling her "little sister," but in truth, Xu Xiaocao was just someone she had bought with money. Over and over, she kept saying "Gousheng this, Gousheng that"—just because Gousheng treated her well, she had gotten cocky.
Remembering Gousheng’s cold face, Xu Xiaocao’s heart trembled. If she could win his favor... wouldn't that change everything?
She slowly drifted off to sleep. In her dream, Xu Xiaoya was the one being pitied and looked down upon, while she herself clung affectionately to Fang Zhiyi’s arm as he lavished silver on her.
Xu Xiaoya was jolted awake by the noise outside. Groggily, she sat up and saw Xu Xiaocao standing by the window.
"What's going on?"
Xu Xiaocao turned back and looked at her, thinking of last night’s dream. Her expression was strange, but she still answered, "A lot of government officers just passed by. I heard someone died in the city last night."
"Is the city that dangerous too?" Xu Xiaoya was a bit startled. She had thought only places like Xuan Jizi's compound had such incidents.
Xu Xiaocao muttered under her breath, "So what if it's the city? People die here every day just the same."
"What did you say, Xiaocao?"
"Nothing. I’m just saying it looks like the person who died must have been someone important—otherwise they wouldn't have sent so many officers out searching..."
Xu Xiaoya suddenly froze. She got up and rushed out, knocking on the neighboring door. "Gousheng? Gousheng?"
After just a few knocks, Fang Zhiyi opened the door.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were here." Xu Xiaoya unconsciously patted her chest. "I heard something happened outside. Should we hurry up and leave..."
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Leave? It’s not like you did it. What are you afraid of?"
"I’m not afraid for myself. It’s just..." Xu Xiaoya glanced at him but didn’t finish her sentence.
Fang Zhiyi ignored her and calmly finished washing up. "Get ready and come with me today. I’m going to buy you a small courtyard."
"Huh? Buy a courtyard?" Xu Xiaoya was stunned. "But we don’t have household registration..." She remembered that her household registration was still held by Widow Li.
Fang Zhiyi pulled a small booklet from his chest and tossed it to her. Xu Xiaoya caught it reflexively and looked it over.
"A household registration? Where did you get..."
"We have money. What can’t we get done?" Fang Zhiyi let out a sneer.
In the end, Xu Xiaoya still followed Fang Zhiyi out the door. Xu Xiaocao trailed behind. Compared to the day before, she seemed less timid. She even offered to carry Fang Zhiyi’s bundle, but he turned her down.
Even after being refused, she said nothing and simply followed behind him in small steps.
Xu Xiaoya didn’t pay much attention to that. She was more focused on frowning. "Buying a courtyard will cost a lot of money, Gousheng. Maybe we should just go back to the village and buy a few acres of land instead?"
Fang Zhiyi didn’t answer. He stopped in front of the tavern from the day before, turned around, and stuffed some coins into Xu Xiaoya’s hand. "Here. Go get yourself something to eat. I’ll come find you later."
Seeing him go inside, Xu Xiaoya said nothing and just pulled Xu Xiaocao along as they left.
"Back again, young Daoist?" The tavern waiter had a good memory. His face lit up when he saw Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and headed straight for the corner seat. From that spot, he wouldn't have his back exposed, and he could keep an eye on the whole tavern.
"The Cao family got wiped out? Which Cao family?"
"Keep your voice down! Haven’t you seen all the searches going on today? It’s the Cao family we were talking about yesterday."
"Oh, oh, I remember now." The gossipy drinker nodded repeatedly. "The Cao great philanthropist and his whole family?"
At the next table, an old man suddenly cursed, "Serves them right!"
The nearby drinkers all turned to look at him.
"Back when Yangshui County had a disaster, the refugees came to Huaijiang. The Cao family said the refugees ruined their luck, so they had their guard dogs drive them away in the middle of the night—killed quite a few people too. What vigilante finally did something about it?"
"Old man, watch your words," the tavern waiter said, trying to calm him down.
Another drinker, already tipsy, chimed in, "They’re a court-recognized great philanthropist. What they really can’t stand is the poor. Soon as they see a poor person, they have to drive them off—you expect them to let them eat?"
Sporadic laughter rippled through the tavern.
"This rotten world! As long as you have money, you're the boss!"
Fang Zhiyi drank his rice wine with an expressionless face. The brewing techniques these days weren’t great, but the stuff was good enough to quench his thirst.
Then a girl ran in. She scanned the room and made a beeline for Fang Zhiyi. "Brother Fang, it’s bad! It’s terrible!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the nosy drinkers and frowned. "What’s wrong?"
Xu Xiaocao took a deep breath. "Big Sister saw a beggar who looked pitiful, so she gave him some alms. But instead of leaving, that beggar latched onto her." She studied Fang Zhiyi’s expression carefully. "I told her there are too many beggars on the streets, and she can’t help them all, but she wouldn’t listen. Then a bunch of beggars surrounded her, and they snatched away all her money!"
"And?" Fang Zhiyi pressed.
"And, and she went after them. I—I was scared she’d get into trouble, so I came to tell you right away."
"Beggars in Huaijiang are everywhere. You can’t help them all," someone nearby sighed.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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."
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.
