"What the hell! Damn it! My eyes!" Fang Zhiyi recalled that it had been a long time since he last saw such a cheesy plot.
"Don't these people have anything else on their minds besides falling in love?"
The system of the Quick Transmigration Bureau said cautiously, "Fang Yunlan's soul said that if she lost to someone else, she'd accept it. But losing to a wandering soul from who - knows - where, she's not willing to give in. So she commissioned our time - traveler..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at it and asked, "So, is that time - traveler now Fang Yunlan?"
"Yes."
"Then what am I called here for?"
The system glanced at Little Hei and said carefully, "The time - traveler is a bit out of her depth... Since I don't have many resources to support her, she has to rely on her own abilities to survive. But according to Boss Yue's estimate, the chance of failure is quite high."
Suddenly, Little Hei said, "However, Fang Zhiyi, you might be a bit interested in this world."
Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows. "Interest? I just want to find a place to lie down now! I've fought battles for dozens of lifetimes. Can't I just enjoy myself..."
His words stopped abruptly because, following the direction Little Hei pointed, Fang Zhiyi felt a... pigtail?
He tugged at the pigtail behind his head. It was firmly attached. At the same time, he ran his other hand over his head. It was bald, with just some stubble.
There was a moment of silence.
"Could this be the..."
The system shook its head. "No, this is just a fictional dynasty. Maybe it has some similarities with the world you're familiar with."
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "Stop talking. Leave it to me."
A suddenly - barging - in soldier interrupted their conversation.
"General! An urgent dispatch from the capital!"
Fang Zhiyi took it, and the soldier retreated.
He slowly opened the letter, and Fang Yunlan's delicate handwriting came into view.
It was about how the emperor had been neglecting her, and how she had been targeted by a woman named He Yinqing and the princess, Xiao Xiao, working together. As a result, she couldn't eat or sleep well. The letter was filled with despair.
After reading it, Fang Zhiyi asked, "Does that time - traveler still not know I'm here?"
The system shook its head. "No, this is a last - minute task."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Now go back and tell her that no matter what the other side does..." Fang Zhiyi suddenly paused and looked at Little Hei with some disgust. "Don't you even give basic training to the people you recruit?"
"What training?" Little Hei clearly looked a bit guilty.
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. "Forget it. I'll write her a reply now. You go back and stay with her. Just tell her one thing: if she doesn't use her head, I can't save her."
Watching the system leave in a daze, Little Hei asked, "Hey, you just let it go like that? Don't you want it to remind that newbie?"
"Remind? Who reminded me back then?" Fang Zhiyi sneered. He stared blankly at the pen in his hand for a while. "This job is not going to be easy."
Fang Zhiyi turned to Little Hei beside him. "Do you think my character here is a bit like someone with the surname Nian?"
Little Hei looked a bit confused.
Fang Zhiyi talked to himself. "No, at least in the early days, the one with the surname Nian had the emperor's protection and loyal subordinates. But here, I'm just a lone commander. Damn it, who created this messed - up world."
This time, Little Hei could chime in. "You know, those love - themed worlds are just so unreasonable."
"Forget it. Let's write the letter first." Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. It had been a long time since he last had this feeling.
In the capital, in the palace, Fang Yunlan looked at the letter in her hand and frowned, thinking for a long time.
Was this really written by the leader of the bureau? She looked at the system suspiciously. Since the system came back, it only said that her elder brother had been replaced by Fang Zhiyi and didn't say anything else.
The letter was extremely plain, full of nonsense. Only at the end did it tell her to keep a low profile and not fight for the emperor's favor.
If it weren't for the system's words, Fang Yunlan would have suspected something was wrong.
But when she read it for the third time, she suddenly noticed the last sentence.
"Get on good terms with He Yinqing."
She always felt something was off. He Yinqing was the time - traveling woman who had killed the original owner. Shouldn't they give her a good beating instead?
Fang Yunlan read this sentence several times. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the letter paper, and suddenly she felt a bulge. She looked at the character in confusion.
It was the character "trust".
"Big brother trusts you."
Seeing this character, Fang Yunlan's eyes moved down. Suddenly, she paused on a character on the left below, and then the one below it, until four characters were connected.
"The letter has been checked. Endure."
Fang Yunlan took a deep breath. At this moment, she repeated the last sentence again. Her eyes widened, and it took a while before she showed a look of understanding.
The system nervously watched Fang Yunlan's expression. Since this time - traveler came, even though she knew the plot, she couldn't handle the female lead and the others. She had suffered one setback after another and seemed about to go crazy.
Suddenly, Fang Yunlan ordered someone to prepare a carriage and was going to leave the palace.
When He Yinqing saw Fang Yunlan coming again, she still smiled. She had already made up her mind that as long as Fang Yunlan dared to cause trouble in her shop, she would call Wei An and the emperor! She didn't believe they'd side with this domineering Consort Fang.
"Yo, Consort Fang has come in person. What's wrong with your face? Why is it so red?"
He Yinqing said in a sarcastic tone.
Although Fang Yunlan had mentally prepared herself before coming, she almost lost her temper. Fortunately, she thought of Fang Zhiyi's letter and endured it.
"Maybe my skin doesn't suit the skincare product I bought from you last time. So I'm here to choose a new one today."
He Yinqing was stunned. What? Was this Consort Fang so slow - witted? Didn't she know it was her who had deliberately set her up?
Seeing her in a daze, Fang Yunlan took the opportunity to step forward and hold her hand. "Sister, I didn't understand you before and offended you a lot. I really apologize. Please don't be angry." As she said that, she stuffed a gold bar into her hand.
He Yinqing's eyes almost turned into crescents when she saw the gold bar.
"What are you saying, Consort Fang? You're being so polite. Come on, I'll personally pick a suitable face cream for you."
When He Yinqing turned around, a flash of hatred flashed in Fang Yunlan's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. The leader had said to endure, so she just had to endure. Anyway, if it ended up badly, it would be the leader's responsibility.
There was no sabotage in this skincare product. Fang Yunlan happily thanked He Yinqing and promised to introduce more noble ladies to her. He Yinqing was beaming with joy.
Even their way of addressing each other had become "sister".
For He Yinqing, as long as a customer could make her money, it didn't matter who it was. Anyway, she had someone backing her up, so she wasn't afraid of Consort Fang causing any more trouble.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
