Huang Weiye looked at Li Daneng’s smug face with a half-smile.
“You really are useless. You couldn’t even handle a kid, and you had to find other people to deal with me?”
At those words, Li Daneng’s face flushed all the way to his ears.
Others had asked him the same thing before, but he had always brushed them off by saying he was Huang Weiye’s stepfather and couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on him. He had never dared admit that he was actually afraid of Huang Weiye.
“Ahem.” One of the hooligans cleared his throat and looked at Huang Weiye with a wicked grin. “Hey, kid, I hear you’re pretty full of yourself. And that you steal money from your family?”
“I call it taking,” Huang Weiye replied with utter disdain. “I take money from my own parents. How is that stealing?”
“Heh, keep talking tough. I’ll tell you the truth: today we’re here to teach you a proper lesson on behalf of your parents. It’s all for your own good.”
Huang Weiye took a deep breath and slowly removed his schoolbag.
The hooligans watched him. Then, with a clang, a shortened steel pipe fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyelids twitched. Next came a folding knife, a wrench, a hammer...
“Old Li, your kid has some pretty unique school supplies.”
Li Daneng stared fixedly at Huang Weiye. So what if the kid had weapons? He was facing a group of grown men!
At last, Huang Weiye found what he was looking for. He picked up a fuzzy keychain and tossed it out. It was a cute elephant pendant.
For a moment, everyone was bewildered.
Only one man’s expression changed. He rushed forward, snatched up the item, and glared viciously at Huang Weiye. “Where did you get this?”
Huang Weiye smiled. “Xie Qianqian, a first-year elementary school student, right? What a cute little girl.”
The man’s face changed drastically. He raised his hand and swung.
Huang Weiye stepped back and dodged. “Make one more move, and I can’t guarantee what will happen.”
“You...”
Then Huang Weiye pulled out another item—a leg band. “I never would’ve guessed someone here liked raising pigeons. By the way, isn’t this one called Champion?”
Another older hooligan immediately panicked.
Huang Weiye looked toward a long-haired man standing not far away. “Er Gouzi, haven’t you gone home to see your old mother this month?”
The long-haired man was stunned. “How do you know my childhood nickname? You...”
“Don’t rush.” Huang Weiye waved a hand. “And you over there—Hu Hai, right? You’re already getting on in years, yet you still love riding that motorcycle. If one of my men accidentally set your bike on fire... By the way, did you buy insurance?”
The hooligans stared at the child in front of them in panic. They all felt that this kid was nothing like a normal child. He was more like a little demon king who ran wild.
“Oh, I almost forgot. There’s also this collar.” Huang Weiye held it up. “That’s a pretty cute dog.”
The leader’s pupils contracted violently. “W-Where did you get Caicai’s collar?!”
“Don’t ask. Knowing too much won’t do you any good.” As he spoke, Huang Weiye’s smile disappeared. “I’ll say this only once: if you can’t kill me, trouble will come looking for you. Want to try?”
The scene fell silent.
Li Daneng was the first to break the quiet. “You little bastard, what the hell are you talking about? You think my brothers are going to be afraid of—”
“If anything happens to my daughter, you’re dead!” The man from earlier suddenly turned and glared at Li Daneng.
Li Daneng froze. “It wasn’t me. It was—”
“Huang Weiye, right? I don’t care about what goes on between you and your stepfather anymore. You see...”
Huang Weiye nodded. The man turned and left.
“Little Weiye, can I have that leg band?”
“Here.” Huang Weiye tossed it over.
The man who caught it also shot Li Daneng a glare before leaving.
The others quickly followed, one after another, saying that they were no longer going to get involved.
“You... How could you do this?” Li Daneng panicked. “You eat my food and drink my liquor, and now you’re letting a child scare you off?”
The answer came in the form of a vicious slap from the man beside him.
“Picking on a kid is embarrassing enough! Don’t drag us into your family problems!”
The slap left Li Daneng’s head ringing.
“If your son does anything to my dog, I’ll hold you responsible!” the man snarled through clenched teeth, then kicked Li Daneng again.
Once everyone had left, Huang Weiye looked at Li Daneng, who was covering his face.
“Tsk, tsk. See? Everyone else knows we’re family. Why make things difficult?”
As he spoke, he crouched down and began selecting tools.
“What... What are you going to do?” Li Daneng panicked. He really was afraid of this bizarre kid. Just remembering the bite Huang Weiye had given him that night was enough to make fear rise from the depths of his heart.
“Nothing. I’m a very reasonable person.”
“You—you stay away!” Li Daneng suddenly turned and ran. His terrified screams echoed through the empty building.
“What a coward. I thought he had some guts, but he’s just a bully who only dares act tough with his own family.” Huang Weiye muttered a few words, then slowly put the tools back into his schoolbag. His gaze shifted to a concrete pillar.
Behind the pillar, Li Liwei had been waiting to watch the show. He was already terrified out of his mind. He didn’t know how Huang Weiye had scared all those men away, but he knew one thing: his miserable days were starting all over again.
“Hi.”
Li Liwei slowly raised his head and found himself face-to-face with a smiling Huang Weiye.
“Ahhh! Don’t kill me!!!”
“You wet yourself again.” Huang Weiye watched helplessly as Li Liwei scrambled away on all fours. “Am I really that scary?”
The system said, “Why don’t you take a look at the weapons in your hands?”
The news that the Li family's son had turned into a little demon king spread throughout the neighborhood and beyond. Huang Weiye didn’t bother hiding it. He didn’t care about his reputation in the slightest.
The rumors grew more and more outrageous. People said Huang Weiye had ridden an old man across the street, gone skinny-dipping in the neighborhood fountain, and even sent elementary school students who were late for class to an Internet café. The rumors were everywhere.
None of this affected Huang Weiye, but the other three members of the Li family suffered terribly because of it. The neighbors didn’t dare curse Huang Weiye, afraid he might retaliate, but they had no such reservations about Li Daneng.
Even Mrs. Huang had to cover her face whenever she went out to buy groceries. As for the formerly overbearing Li Liwei, entering or leaving the neighborhood made him feel like a rat crossing the street.
Li Daneng had considered driving Huang Weiye out, but every time the thought crossed his mind, he would hear Huang Weiye sitting outside his bedroom door, sharpening a knife. It left him practically on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
They had also considered reporting Huang Weiye’s behavior to the school. Unfortunately, Huang Weiye’s grades were excellent, and he had become much more low-key at school. He seemed like a completely different person there, so the school refused to believe them.
Li Daneng had run out of options.
“Old man, why is the food at home getting worse and worse?” Huang Weiye slapped the table, looking as if he were about to eat someone alive.
The other three all jumped.
“It’s because you keep causing trouble,” Li Daneng muttered. “All the money we had saved has gone toward paying for the damages...”
“You’re saying this is my fault?” Huang Weiye exploded in rage.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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."
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.”
