“Dad, you said... if I earned my own tuition, I could keep going to school.” On the mountain, Fang Xiaolian finally couldn’t hold back and asked.
Fang Zhiyi snorted. “Earned it yourself? Who gave you the start-up money? How could you have earned it without me?” To be fair, Fang Xiaolian was indeed talented. From reselling stationery at first to later bringing odds and ends to boarding students, she had done pretty well for herself.
“And where’s the money?” Fang Zhiyi said with a shameless look.
Fang Xiaolian’s heart turned completely cold.
She understood now. Her dad just wanted to use her to make money. She had clearly seen all the medicinal herbs she labored to collect being taken to town and sold by him, yet he hadn’t given her a single cent.
“Perfect, you’re done with school next year. Just focus on gathering herbs to help support the family.”
Fang Xiaolian said nothing.
In the past, she might have obeyed, even reluctantly. But now, her mind was sharper and her courage much greater. She refused to let her family control her fate like this.
Fang Zhiyi paid her no mind. He just pulled money from his pocket and counted it bill by bill, greed plastered all over his face.
The next day at school.
“Fang Xiaolian! You’re not coming back next year, right? Hahahaha!” Liu Wu’s laughter was unrestrained and mocking.
Fang Xiaolian looked up and saw him, frowning. She tried to walk around him.
But Liu Wu wasn’t having it. “What’s the matter? You see me and don’t say hello? How about you beg me? I can put in a good word with your dad for you. Your dad treats me better than he treats you, his own daughter.”
Fang Xiaolian’s heart clenched. Her dad was more than just nice to Liu Wu—he practically gave him whatever he asked for.
Not far away, Liu Wen noticed the scene and muttered under his breath, “Idiot.”
“Move aside,” Fang Xiaolian said, annoyed, pushing Liu Wu.
Liu Wu immediately got angry. “You push me? You think you’re tough now, huh? I’ll—”
Before his fist could come down, Fang Xiaolian’s palm met his face.
One slap. Liu Wu was stunned.
“You hit me?”
“Slap!”
Not far off, Liu Wen got excited. “Yeah, that’s it! That’s it!” Watching Liu Wu get slapped by Fang Xiaolian gave him immense satisfaction.
Liu Wu soon realized that his wild punches couldn’t land on Fang Xiaolian, but his face seemed to have a homing beacon for her slaps. A crowd of classmates gathered to watch. Liu Wu felt humiliated, but his attempts to fight back were useless. Fang Xiaolian grabbed his hair with one hand and slapped him repeatedly with the other.
Liu Wen didn’t stop grinning until a teacher came and took them both away. Sweet revenge! A double blessing!
By the time evening came, Fang Xiaolian had barely stepped through the door when the cursing erupted.
“You damn brat! How dare you hit my son!” Hu Xiulian’s stout figure appeared, followed by Liu Wu, his face swollen with hatred.
Her stepmother grabbed her by the hair. Fang Xiaolian didn’t dare resist. She looked toward her father, who sat not far away, still holding onto a sliver of hope. But as Fang Zhiyi got up and went into the house, her last shred of hope shattered.
Inside the room, Fang Zhiyi stood, his body trembling slightly.
Xiaoxiaohei reminded him, “Host, hold it in.”
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. “Of course, I can hold it. But... why is she such a pushover?”
No sooner had he spoken than a panicked scream rang out from outside. “What are you doing! What are you trying to do!”
Fang Xiaolian had broken free from her stepmother’s grip and kicked her right in the stomach. Just one kick, and Hu Xiulian staggered back, clutching her belly in pain.
“How dare you hit me! You’re not my mother!” Fang Xiaolian roared, her voice cracking.
“Ever since you came into this house, you’ve bullied me every day! You and your son! I’ve put up with it all! And now you want me to earn money for the two of you? Why should I!” She had completely snapped.
Seeing Liu Wu move to help, Fang Xiaolian turned and grabbed a sickle. “No one’s getting out of this easily today!!!”
In his room, Liu Wen, who had been watching the drama unfold, silently shrank back. Sure enough, she’s a crazy woman. Better pretend I didn’t hear anything. Let them make a scene—hopefully, Liu Wu gets chopped up, and Fang Xiaolian gets arrested. Perfect!
“You... you...” Hu Xiulian realized now that this girl, whom she used to beat freely, had somehow become someone not to be messed with. She wanted to fight back, but Fang Xiaolian landed several kicks on her, sending her rolling on the ground in pain. Liu Wu, seeing this, covered his face and backed off several steps.
Fang Xiaolian had gone completely berserk. She raised the sickle over Hu Xiulian, who screamed for Fang Zhiyi in terror. Just as the sickle was about to fall, Fang Zhiyi appeared.
He grabbed Fang Xiaolian’s hand. His overwhelming strength brought her back to her senses a little.
“Trying to rebel, are you?!” Fang Zhiyi shouted, glaring at her. He yanked her into her small room, locked the door, and said, “Just wait. I’ll deal with you later!”
“Husband, did you see that?” Hu Xiulian struggled to her feet. “I’m not letting her get away with this!”
With Fang Zhiyi there, she regained her confidence and wanted to take revenge.
But Fang Zhiyi slapped his forehead. “Damn it. The axe and cleaver are still in that room.”
That one short sentence drained Hu Xiulian’s bravado.
“Useless girl! Just you wait! You damn brat—shameless, just like your mother!”
Hu Xiulian’s curses dragged on until midnight.
Inside the room, Fang Xiaolian hugged herself, tears streaming uncontrollably. Why did she have to suffer this? Why could Liu Wen and Liu Wu have it so easy? Why did her father treat her like this?
She couldn’t figure it out. She stayed awake, staring into the darkness, long after everyone else had gone to sleep.
What would happen tomorrow? Would her father beat her?
No. She had to escape.
Fang Xiaolian stood up and pushed the door. To her surprise, while the latch was on from the outside, her father had been in such a hurry that he hadn’t locked it. She jiggled it gently, and the door opened.
She immediately moved to run, but stopped at the threshold.
Where could she even go?
She scanned the dark room. A bold idea formed in her mind. Her father mostly slept alone upstairs. A few days ago, he had called her up to help tidy the place, and she had noticed his hidden money box. Inside it was all the money she had earned through her own hard work.
A shadow crept quietly up to the second floor. In the darkness, she accidentally knocked over an empty bucket, which clattered to the floor. The shadow froze in place. But after waiting a long moment, she heard Fang Zhiyi’s steady snoring continue, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
Fang Xiaolian remembered: her father always drank every day.
Bolder now, she moved toward Fang Zhiyi’s floor bed.
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."
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?"
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.
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