Huang Weiye's biological father died, drunk to death. His mother took the compensation money from his father's drinking buddies and remarried, taking the young Huang Weiye with her. This was the beginning of Huang Weiye's tragic life.
There was also a son in his stepfather's family. Obviously, his mother and stepfather favored that younger brother named Li Liwei more. Since he could remember, he had always been ordered by his stepfather to do chores, whether it was mopping the floor, washing dishes or cleaning up sundries. He couldn't say no, otherwise, he would be beaten by his stepfather's fists.
Huang Weiye also cried to his mother, but his mother cried even harder. She kept saying that if it weren't for Li Daneng, they mother and son would starve. But Huang Weiye knew that when his mother married in, she gave all the money to Li Daneng. It was a huge sum of money, and he couldn't understand it.
If he couldn't understand, then forget it. Seeing his mother's crying face, he endured everything.
Li Liwei followed suit. He quickly realized that Huang Weiye had the lowest status in the family, so he bullied Huang Weiye mercilessly. Just because Huang Weiye was busy tidying up and didn't help him with his homework, Li Liwei set fire to his schoolbag. When Huang Weiye pushed Li Liwei while trying to put out the fire, it happened to be seen by his stepfather. The stepfather was furious and picked him up like a chick and threw him to the ground.
That day, he had a cut on his head and bled a lot, but they didn't let him go to the hospital. They just casually grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper and told him to stop the bleeding by himself.
"You're disgusting. Get out of here!" Those were his stepfather's exact words.
Originally, they didn't want him to continue studying. Fortunately, Huang Weiye was very talented in studying. The school offered to waive his tuition and miscellaneous fees, so Li Daneng reluctantly agreed. But even so, Huang Weiye still dropped out of school after graduating from high school.
The admission notice from a key university was also torn up by Li Liwei. His mother still persuaded him earnestly as before, saying that his younger brother still needed money and the family was in financial difficulties. As the older brother, he should think more about the family.
Huang Weiye was a good boy, or rather, he was weak. He cried secretly, but didn't dare to say anything.
At the age of eighteen, he stepped into society and started making money as a waiter. However, most of the money he earned was taken away by his family. Huang Weiye found that after he could earn money, his stepfather's attitude towards him improved a lot, and his mother would also smile at him. Even on his birthday, his mother cooked him a bowl of noodles.
This made him very excited, so he worked even harder to earn money.
His salary increased from more than a thousand yuan to four or five thousand yuan. Huang Weiye didn't stop. Maybe his efforts touched God. In an accident, he met a girl. The girl was very kind to him, and they established a relationship.
But his younger brother, who was idle after graduation, became jealous. He harassed Huang Weiye's girlfriend more than once. The girl was very disgusted with Li Liwei and finally couldn't help scolding him. This also completely unleashed the evil in Li Liwei's heart.
He rode the motorcycle bought with the money from his elder brother and rammed into the girl.
Fortunately, the injury was not serious, but the girl's family chose to call the police. Li Daneng panicked and quickly found Huang Weiye and asked him to find a way. Huang Weiye looked at his pleading stepfather and mother, and then at his younger brother who didn't care at all. Finally, he gritted his teeth and went to the hospital.
He was slapped twice by the girl's father, but still begged the other party to forgive his younger brother, saying that he was young and didn't understand.
The girl finally wrote a letter of understanding for him, but also completely cut off their relationship.
What Huang Weiye didn't expect was that even though his younger brother escaped punishment, he still had to pay the compensation.
But he still obediently let this family suck his blood.
Huang Weiye's luck seemed to be getting better. He accidentally got a big order. The company's boss was very happy and promoted him and gave him a raise. Huang Weiye was also very happy. He thought that his life was finally on the right track.
His family was even happier because Huang Weiye could give more money to the family.
But all the happiness came to an abrupt end after the company's celebration banquet.
The new employee that Huang Weiye usually took care of stabbed him to death with a fruit knife, eight stabs in total.
He couldn't understand why. This new employee was named Xue Qiang. Like him, Xue Qiang lost his father and his mother ran away. Xue Qiang had lived under others' roofs since childhood. Generally speaking, he was even more miserable than Huang Weiye.
Because of this, Huang Weiye had always taken good care of this slightly younger friend, and their relationship had always been good.
But he didn't understand that Xue Qiang had taken his help for granted and even thought that Huang Weiye was flattering him because he was honest and stupid. So when Huang Weiye was praised by the boss patting him on the shoulder, Xue Qiang's jealousy soared suddenly.
He wanted Huang Weiye to tell the boss that he was more suitable for that position, but Huang Weiye thought Xue Qiang was drunk. Who knew that the next moment, Xue Qiang took out a fruit knife.
"You can live a good life, but you can't live better than me! We are both fatherless kids. Why can you get promoted?"
Huang Weiye's life was fixed on this day.
Even more sadly, the only effect of his death was that those vampires in his family blocked the company's door to demand compensation. Because Xue Qiang was a penniless orphan without a father or a mother, they knew they couldn't get money from him.
Nezha looked extremely confused: "What the hell is this?"
The system replied carefully: "Third Prince, this is the commission you need to solve this time. The client thinks that he has never done anything wrong and shouldn't die like this. He can't understand it."
Nezha glared: "Can't understand? I'll give him a big slap and see if he understands! Isn't he just a fool?"
"Er..." The system was a bit sweating. Before coming here, the leader had said that this task-taker was a bit special and they needed to be more careful.
"It really makes me angry when I see this!" Nezha stood up and paced back and forth, then lifted his foot and kicked a vase on the table flying.
This scene happened to be seen by Li Liwei who had just come home. Li Liwei stared wide-eyed: "Good for you, Huang Weiye. You even broke the vase grandma sent!"
Nezha looked back at him with a sinister look in his eyes.
"What are you looking at? I'm telling you, if you don't want me to tell my dad, go to the store at the entrance of the community and get me two bags of snacks right away."
Nezha opened his mouth and slowly said: "No money."
"If you don't have money, then steal! Didn't you steal last time?" Li Liwei sneered. "Anyway, if you don't do as I say, you're dead. Also, finish my homework."
With that, he threw his schoolbag over and swaggered over to the other side and sat on a chair.
Nezha subconsciously reached out to catch it, and his eyes gradually narrowed: "It's really a bit interesting."
The system wiped the non-existent sweat from its brow. Why did it feel that things seemed to be going a bit wrong?
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.”
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!"
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.
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."
