“Host, I think you…”
“I didn’t tell her to do anything specific,” Fang Zhiyi said, spreading his hands. “Is it a problem if I keep up the original owner’s uselessness?”
“Uh… I guess not.”
“Well then, I have no flaws now!” Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands together.
Xiaoxiaohei couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the host really wasn’t much better than the original owner—driving away his parents, mortgaging the house, loafing around, deceiving his wife, and even abusing his own biological daughter…
Hopefully, he wouldn’t get struck by lightning.
“Come here.” Fang Zhiyi waved at Fang Xiaolian. She hesitated, then shuffled over to him.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly raised his hand to strike her. Fang Xiaolian closed her eyes on instinct, but the pain never came.
She opened her eyes. Fang Zhiyi frowned. “What are you closing your eyes for? If you know I’m about to hit you, why don’t you dodge?”
Fang Xiaolian stood there, momentarily stunned.
“Alright, I’ll give you a chance,” Fang Zhiyi said, standing up. “If you can dodge my hand, you get to rest today. If not—hmph.”
Fang Xiaolian hesitated, but Fang Zhiyi didn’t waste any more words. He swung his hand again. After a moment’s delay, she bit her lip and ducked. His hand grazed the top of her head.
Then came his kick. Fang Xiaolian quickly stepped back, narrowly dodging it.
Fang Zhiyi pressed forward and raised his hand again. By now, Fang Xiaolian seemed to be getting the hang of it. Having been beaten by her father so often in the past, she curled up and rolled on the ground, dodging once more.
Fang Zhiyi stared at his daughter as she scrambled to her feet. He let out a cold laugh. “Pretty quick reactions, like a monkey.”
Fang Xiaolian looked at him nervously.
“What are you looking at me for? You want to rest or not? Take a half-hour break!”
From that day on, Fang Zhiyi added yet another way to torment Fang Xiaolian. At first, she was terrified, but over time, she got used to it. She even started to anticipate his next move.
She didn’t always succeed—sometimes she still got hit—but her mindset began to shift.
So her father’s beatings could be dodged. Could she dodge the hits from her older brothers or her stepmother too?
She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
When the two brothers, who had fallen out, saw each other, they turned away. But when they saw Fang Xiaolian, she became their outlet for venting their anger.
“Fang Xiaolian, get over here!” Liu Wen barked when he saw her passing by.
Fang Xiaolian hurried over. “Big Brother.” His nose was a bit crooked, making him look mildly ridiculous.
“Pah, who lets you call me that? You worthless thing. You think just because you go to work every night that you’re something? You ate an extra bite at breakfast this morning, didn’t you?” Liu Wen noticed the twitch at the corner of Fang Xiaolian’s mouth—a sign she was laughing at him—and immediately started picking a fight.
Fang Xiaolian didn’t know how to respond. Liu Wen raised his hand to hit her, but her newly conditioned reflexes made her shrink back and dodge.
“You dare to dodge?” Liu Wen froze, then flew into a rage. He kicked, but Fang Xiaolian stepped back, avoiding him again.
Thwarted twice, Liu Wen lost it completely. “You little bitch, dodge one more time and see what happens!”
Fang Xiaolian stood still. But just as she did, her father’s words echoed in her mind:
“Next time you get beaten up, you’d better come straight back to farm! Studying and still getting beaten like that—I can’t afford that kind of shame!”
Just as Liu Wen’s slap was about to land, she dodged again. His hand smacked against a railing instead, and he howled in pain while clutching it.
“Big Brother, I didn’t mean to…”
“You—how dare you fight back! I’ll tell my mom when I get home! You’re done for!” Liu Wen yelled, then ran off.
Fang Xiaolian’s heart was pounding with anxiety. For the rest of the day, she could only imagine the beatings she’d get from her parents. It seemed inevitable—and worse, what if they made her drop out of school?
Her mind was a mess.
“Violence doesn’t solve problems, but it can solve the people who create them.”
The thought suddenly surfaced in her mind, alongside the memory of her stepmother’s fierce face and her father’s slaps.
In the past, Liu Wen and Liu Wu always walked home together. But since the fallout, Liu Wu left school early, while Liu Wen, a grade above, had to stay later. He was determined to get home and file a good, thorough complaint. That kid, Liu Wu, had hit him. And even that cheap slut Fang Xiaolian dared to look down on him!
But as he walked down the country path, he saw a familiar figure.
“Fang Xiaolian? What are you doing here?” Liu Wen was surprised, then sneered contemptuously. “Come to beg me? It won’t work, I’m telling you. You, Liu Wu—you’re all worthless!”
Fang Xiaolian didn’t answer. She just kept muttering something to herself, like she was trying to psych herself up.
Liu Wen frowned and moved to push her aside, but the moment his hand reached out, Fang Xiaolian grabbed it—and her fist came flying.
“You want to tattle? I’ll give you something to tattle about!”
With that first punch, something inside her seemed to break. An unprecedented surge of exhilaration flooded through her.
Liu Wen started with fierce threats, but soon they turned into pleas. He couldn’t understand how this little bitch had gotten so strong. He had a sinking feeling that if he didn’t beg, she might actually beat him to death.
But Fang Xiaolian didn’t stop. In her eyes, the person she was pinning down was Liu Wen, but also Liu Wu, her stepmother, and even her father. All the pent-up grievances from her childhood erupted in that moment.
Then a voice from not too far away called out: “Hey! What’s going on there!”
Fang Xiaolian snapped back to reality. She scrambled off Liu Wen, took a deep breath, and pointed a finger at his face. “If you dare squeal when you get home, I’ll beat you every single day. I could kill you!”
“I won’t, I won’t squeal no more,” Liu Wen sobbed, covering his face. Every part of his body seemed to ache.
“If I lose the chance to study, I’ll come after you every single day. Remember that!” Fang Xiaolian shouted before running off without looking back, her heart racing.
Liu Wen watched her run until she was out of sight. It took him a while to pick himself up. That crazy little bitch! She dared to hit him! He was definitely going to…
But then it hit him—what if she really did come after him every day? His mom hit her, and she hit him? Wouldn’t he be the one who suffered in the end?
Liu Wen stood there dazed for a moment. If that person hadn’t yelled earlier, he probably would have died, wouldn’t he?
Wait—where was that person? They didn’t even come to check on him?
He looked around, but saw no one.
Meanwhile, strolling down another path, Fang Zhiyi hummed a tune to himself.
“Seems to me, stopping my own biological daughter from assaulting my beloved stepson doesn’t count as breaking the rules, does it?”
“No… but Host, what exactly are you trying to do?” Xiaoxiaohei was genuinely baffled.
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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.”
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.
