The consequence of this was that the room was left in complete disarray—antiques, rosewood chairs, wall clocks—all destroyed under Lu Chuan’s fists. Every time Lu Chuan was shocked to see Fang Zhiyi dodge his attacks, Fang Zhiyi would turn around and slap him. Gradually, Lu Chuan lost all control, while Fang Zhiyi still seemed relaxed, even taking the time to make a phone call.
After a while of chasing, there was hardly anything left in the room to smash.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly screamed and ran toward his father-in-law, "Watch out!"
As he dodged, Xia Bingbao also sensed the danger but was too late to react. Lu Chuan’s fist, fueled with full force, struck Xia Bingbao’s shoulder, sending him flying straight into the path of the police officers who had just entered.
Seeing the scene before them, the two officers immediately drew their guns. "Freeze!"
They had just received a report of a home invasion and rushed over as quickly as possible.
Fang Zhiyi instantly dropped to his knees, covering his head. "Help, officers! This man is a martial artist!"
Lu Chuan froze for a moment, seeing Fang Zhiyi stop evading. Gathering all his strength, he threw a punch, determined to kill the man. Yet, to his disbelief, his fist landed squarely in Fang Zhiyi’s palm. Fang Zhiyi tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Ah!" Fang Zhiyi collapsed to the ground.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The officers had fired. They were trained to handle cases involving martial artists—men whose bodies were deadlier than any weapon. The best course of action was to shoot first.
Lu Chuan was stunned. His first physical contact with Fang Zhiyi had completely neutralized his force, leaving him stumbling. And that bullet—it struck him right in the head.
No matter how legendary a martial arts family was, against firearms, it was all meaningless—unless they were truly exceptional.
Clearly, Lu Chuan was not one of those exceptions.
He died with a look of terror, realizing too late the strangeness of Fang Zhiyi.
Xia Bingbao was rushed to the hospital, while Fang Zhiyi was taken to the station for questioning. After all, a member of a martial arts family had died, and the higher-ups demanded a thorough investigation. The officer who fired was also scrutinized, though he insisted he had aimed for the abdomen—Lu Chuan had suddenly bent forward, resulting in the fatal headshot.
The testimonies of Xia’s wife and daughter were straightforward. Though they despised Fang Zhiyi, they couldn’t admit to hiring someone to attack their son-in-law/husband. The scandal would ruin them.
The police had a specialized division for martial artists, so the case was wrapped up quickly. All that remained was to question Xia Bingbao about his relationship with Lu Chuan once he recovered.
But before Xia Bingbao could leave the hospital, the Lu family’s retaliation began. All they knew was that Lu Chuan had been invited to the Xia residence—and now he was dead, witnessed in the act of assault by the police. Whether for justice or reputation, the Xia family had to pay.
Martial arts families weren’t wealthy, but they never lacked money—thanks to wealthy patrons like the Xia family, who funded them in exchange for their services.
Their revenge was simple: send men to lurk around the Xia household, waiting to kidnap either Xia’s wife and daughter or that useless son-in-law.
The first attempt targeted Xia Wuyue. She was snatched and thrown into a car, but police vehicles arrived instantly. The authorities had dispatched their own experts. Realizing they couldn’t shake the pursuit, the Lu family members shoved Xia Wuyue out of the moving vehicle to escape. The consequence? A large patch of skin was scraped off the left side of her face from the concrete road.
The second attempt focused on Xia’s Mother. This time, the Lu family miscalculated even worse. The moment their men moved, armed officers ambushed them, arresting four junior members of the Lu family on the spot.
As for Fang Zhiyi? They couldn’t touch him. It was as if he had taken up residence at the police station, chatting with officers all day before being escorted home in a patrol car.
The Lu family was at a loss. Something felt off, but they couldn’t pinpoint what.
Under mediation from other influential families, the Lu and Xia families finally sat down at the negotiation table. Due to deliberate interference from those families, the Xia family was forced to pay heavy reparations, leaving Xia Bingbao—now with a crippled arm—seething with resentment toward his son-in-law.
But that son-in-law hadn’t been home for days. Inquiries revealed he had even left the police station.
By now, Fang Zhiyi stood before the entrance of an unremarkable small company. Despite its shabby appearance, two security guards stood at the door.
Their eyes gleamed when they saw him, but one still demanded sternly, "Who goes there?"
"Who? Are you blind?" Fang Zhiyi strode forward without pause, pressing a hand against the guard’s face and shoving him aside.
Seeing his companion pushed down, the other guard moved to intervene but was stopped. The fallen guard shook his head urgently. "Ninth Dragon, the Young Master’s strength has grown again. Don’t engage."
"Finally, someone with eyes. You’ve got potential." Fang Zhiyi praised before kicking the door in frustration. "Damn it, why won’t this piece of junk open?"
Ninth Dragon stepped forward and pulled. "Young Master, the door opens inward."
Fang Zhiyi shot a glare at Little Hei, who was doubled over laughing, then rubbed his nose. "Change it to an outward-opening door tomorrow!"
Inside, employees were busy, but no one seemed surprised by Fang Zhiyi’s arrival.
After a brief glance around, a man approached from the other end. "Young Master, the three-year period isn’t over. Why have you come?" His tone carried clear disapproval.
"Isn’t this all my property? Can’t I visit?"
The man’s expression darkened. "Young Master, please mind your language. The Old Dragon King has decreed that if you require assistance, you may contact us by phone. Before the three years are up, you are not to interfere in the affairs of the Dragon King’s Court."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t waste words. His hand transformed into a claw—he had studied this world thoroughly. Here, masters wielded energy, a principle perfectly suited to him.
Seeing the Young Master attack, the man sneered. As the Old Dragon King’s right hand, his strength far surpassed the Young Master’s. Were it not for the strict hierarchy of the Dragon King’s Court, he wouldn’t even need to humor him.
But the strike was faster than he anticipated.
The moment he raised his arms to block, he was lifted off his feet, spun midair, and then sent flying by Fang Zhiyi’s kick.
The sudden commotion brought all activity to a halt.
What just happened? One of the Five Dragon Envoys—White Dragon—had been beaten by the Young Master?
Fang Zhiyi dusted his hands off leisurely and beckoned to the crowd. "Come on, all of you at once."
Little Hei revealed more: Fang Zhiyi was the Dragon King, but after being targeted by transmigrators, the Dragon King’s Court had abandoned him. They only wanted a figurehead—real power remained with the Old Dragon King. The Dragon King’s Court was merely a tool later used by transmigrators to suppress Fang Zhiyi.
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."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
