“I’m telling you, starting tomorrow, you’re going to work! Your young master is still growing, so watch out—I’ll report you for child abuse!”
Li Daneng was stunned. What kind of child were you supposed to be?
But he didn’t dare refuse. Huang Weiye had been smashing things and cursing at people at the drop of a hat lately. When provoked, he would even beat Li Liwei right in front of him—an absolute menace.
“Uh… Though the method is a little aggressive, it does fit the Third Prince’s style.” Fang Zhiyi, observing from a distance, was utterly incredulous.
Little Hei nodded. “That’s just him playing himself, basically. I just don’t know what the original host thinks about it.”
“What could the original host possibly think? If Nezha gets angry, there’s no one he wouldn’t dare beat up.” Fang Zhiyi shook his head. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got work to do.”
The days that followed were incredibly comfortable for Nezha. The original host went to school in his place, while after school Nezha took his own little gang out to roam around. When he got hungry, he went home to eat, and if the food wasn’t good, he flipped the table.
Eventually, Li Daneng could stand it no longer and tried to hit him again—but to his horror, he discovered that he was no longer a match for Huang Weiye.
Before, Huang Weiye had relied on his viciousness and his willingness to trade injury for injury to intimidate him. Now, however, he completely outclassed him in every way!
In a very short period of time, the boy had not only grown a head taller, but had also become much stronger.
Li Liwei had personally witnessed Huang Weiye chasing and beating up local thugs outside school several times. He was so exhilarated by the sight that Li Liwei’s hair stood on end. He became even more certain that Huang Weiye was mentally unwell.
Huang Weiye didn’t let him off, either. Every now and then, he would torment Li Liwei just as Li Liwei had once tormented him—smacking him on the head with a textbook, suddenly kicking him in the backside, and so on. Li Liwei didn’t even dare make a peep.
This left Nezha somewhat dissatisfied. He had originally thought Li Liwei would at least fight back a little, giving him an excuse to beat him properly.
“See? People like him only bully the weak,” Nezha said to the original host.
The original host looked thoughtfully at the cringing, submissive Li Liwei.
“My hands are getting itchy. Why hasn’t anyone come looking for trouble lately?” Nezha muttered.
The system said helplessly, “Third Prince, all the thugs in this area look at you as if you were King Yama. Who would dare come looking for trouble with you? Just calm down for once.”
“King Yama? I’d beat up Old King Yama too!” Nezha waved his fists. “What a pity I didn’t bring my weapons with me. Otherwise…”
At that moment, the system was filled with gratitude. You can send a brick flying from Jianshe Road all the way to Tongren Road. If you’d brought your weapons along, what then? The original host would probably be behind bars by now!
Naturally, after beating people up, Li Daneng and Mrs. Huang were the ones who handled the compensation. The couple were suffering terribly. Almost all the money in the household had gone toward filling the holes Huang Weiye kept creating. Worse yet, Huang Weiye’s timing was always impeccable: the moment they managed to save a little money, he would inevitably cause trouble serious enough to drain almost all of it in compensation.
Their formerly comfortable lives became unbearably strained. On top of that, they had to endure Huang Weiye’s torment. Half of Li Daneng’s hair had already turned white, while Mrs. Huang spent every day wiping away her tears, unable to understand how her once-obedient son had suddenly become so rebellious.
That continued until the original host was admitted to a prestigious university with even better grades than in the previous timeline. The acceptance letter was delivered to the Li household.
Li Daneng stared at the letter. Unlike in the original plot, there was no scheming or contempt in his eyes—only the hope of finally being freed.
“Wonderful, wonderful. He’s leaving.”
“Yes, he’s finally leaving!” Mrs. Huang was just as excited.
As he looked at the acceptance letter, Li Liwei didn’t even have the courage to reach out and touch it. He was genuinely terrified of Huang Weiye.
To celebrate, Mrs. Huang made a full table of dishes—a rare occurrence.
“Um, Xiaoye, you’ll be eighteen in a few days, and you’ve been accepted into a prestigious university. How about I accompany you to register in a couple of days?”
Huang Weiye frowned and glared at her. “Are you stupid? University registration isn’t for another month or more!”
“Oh, oh, oh, another month or more. You could still leave early…”
Huang Weiye laughed and slammed his chopsticks down on the table. “Right, I get it. You’re trying to drive me away?”
“No, no!” Li Daneng hurriedly waved his hands. He didn’t even dare meet Huang Weiye’s eyes.
“Xiaoye, you’re eighteen now. You can live independently.” In the end, it was Mrs. Huang who said it. In her mind, no matter how much her son ignored her normally, she was still his mother.
“Independently? Who says I have to?”
Mrs. Huang looked at him and said earnestly, “The law says so. Your father and I have raised you until the age of eighteen, so you have to support yourself…”
“Bullshit!” Huang Weiye leaped to his feet, a feral grin spreading across his face. “So you want to kick me out the moment I turn eighteen, huh? Not a chance! I’m telling you, Li Daneng, our accounts haven’t been settled yet!”
“What more do you want?” Li Daneng finally snapped.
“I don’t want much. Didn’t you marry this old woman for money back then? Don’t think you can ditch me just because I’m an adult and go enjoy a good life!” Huang Weiye leaned close to Li Daneng’s ear. He was now even a little taller than Li Daneng. Placing a hand on Li Daneng’s shoulder, he flexed his arm, the muscles bulging. “Your young master is telling you this: as long as we’re father and son, you’re feeding me for the rest of your life!”
Li Daneng’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
Huang Weiye laughed. “Enough nonsense. I’m going out tomorrow. Give me some money!”
“There isn’t much left at home. Over the years…” Mrs. Huang complained while pinching Li Daneng’s philtrum.
“Cut the crap! I know you’ve got savings! You were planning to use it to subsidize that little bastard, weren’t you?” He pointed at Li Liwei, who had been silently burying his head in his rice. Li Liwei’s entire body went rigid. He hadn’t even said a word—what more did Huang Weiye want from him?
Then Huang Weiye grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. Mrs. Huang finally gave in. “Fine! Fine, we’ll give it to you! You unfilial son!”
“Hmph. Do you think I need your praise?” Huang Weiye released Li Liwei’s collar and planted his hands on his hips.
The system said, “Third Prince, she wasn’t praising you.”
“Who cares!”
In the end, Huang Weiye got the money. The next day, he took a bus to the countryside.
“Weiye, you’re here again? Honestly, child, why do you keep coming all this way every few days? It’s such a long trip.” His elderly grandfather scolded him with his mouth, but warmly took hold of his grandson’s arm. Seeing how much taller his grandson had grown, his heart filled with joy.
At that moment, Huang Weiye had none of the viciousness he displayed at home. His face was full of the smile of a well-behaved child.
“Grandpa, I came to tell you that I got into university.”
“University? That’s wonderful! Wait, wait a moment. You know, I’ve been saving all the money you usually bring me. I’ll go get it for you…”
“No need, Grandpa. My lovely stepfather said he’ll pay my tuition.”
“He’s really that good?”
“Of course. He’s changed. He’s even been named an outstanding employee.”
“Ah… What a pity about your father. If only he hadn’t had that extra bit of alcohol…”
Huang Weiye looked at the old man before him, his eyes flickering briefly. He pulled some money from his pocket. “Grandpa, take this. Buy whatever you need. If I go away to college, I’ll probably only be able to come back and see you once every six months.”
“Why do you keep giving me money? Grandpa doesn’t need it. Keep it for yourself! My grandson has made something of himself—he got into college! I’m going to tell everyone!”
Huang Weiye supported the old man. “Come on, Grandpa. I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, right, Xiaoye. You can’t get into fights anymore, understand? Last time, you beat San Leng so badly he couldn’t get out of bed for several days...”
“Didn’t you have Li Daneng pay him compensation?”
“Fighting is wrong. We have to reason things out.” Grandpa paused. “And don’t call your stepfather by his name directly. It’s disrespectful.”
“When have I ever been unreasonable? I asked him whether he was the one dumping garbage in your field. He said he was, so I beat him up!”
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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.
