Many of the people here were White Dragon's subordinates, or at least they had leaned toward him before Fang Zhiyi inherited the title of Dragon King. Most of them didn’t even recognize Fang Zhiyi.
A crowd surged toward Fang Zhiyi, attacking him with every means at their disposal.
Little Hei covered his eyes but still peeked through his fingers, watching the brawl unfold while making sounds like "Huh," "Tsk tsk," and "Ouch."
When Ninth Dragon and Sixth Dragon pushed the door open and entered, they were stunned. As the future personal guards of the young master, they had no idea what to do. But after seeing the chaotic scene of people flipping and flying around, the two exchanged a glance and wordlessly turned around to leave.
The office was littered with fallen bodies, some even bleeding from their noses and mouths. Fang Zhiyi now held White Dragon by the collar, sneering, "Seems like you’ve got quite the opinion of me?"
White Dragon couldn’t wrap his head around it—how had the young master improved so drastically after just half a year of laying low with the Xia Family? Even against the old Dragon King, he wouldn’t have been defeated this quickly.
Unless… His eyes suddenly lit up with realization.
But Fang Zhiyi gave him no time to dwell on it, slapping him across the face. "I asked you a question—are you with me or not?"
"Young Master, you’re breaking a major rule…" White Dragon struggled.
Fang Zhiyi tightened his grip around White Dragon’s throat, squeezing slowly. "Oh?"
White Dragon would rather die than submit—just kidding. He immediately changed his tune: "White Dragon welcomes the Young Master’s inspection!"
Satisfied, Fang Zhiyi released him and clapped his hands. "That’s more like it."
That same day, he lounged in White Dragon’s office chair, feet propped on the desk, listening to White Dragon and his deputies report.
"With this, the four great families of Jiang City are now under the Dragon King’s Court’s control. Once the Young Master’s three-year term is up, you can ascend directly to the throne!" White Dragon said respectfully.
"Wait, your business scope is just real estate investments and movie productions?"
White Dragon nodded. "With the Dragon King’s Court’s financial backing, it’s easy. Plus, with the covert support of the four families, we’ve already amassed considerable funds."
Fang Zhiyi flipped through a file handed to him by one of the deputies, his brow furrowing.
"What kind of garbage plot is this? One guy takes out an entire regiment?" He tossed the script aside.
The deputy defended, "Not one guy—three."
"Three? You three? Go ahead, take him with you and try wiping out a fully armed regiment!" Fang Zhiyi pointed at White Dragon. "You think this trash can make money?"
White Dragon’s expression darkened. "Young Master, this is how the Dragon King’s Court operates. You don’t understand."
Fang Zhiyi scoffed. "I don’t understand? How did the Dragon King’s Court’s overseas assets come about? Assassinations, mercenaries, arms dealing, even drugs? Are you in this for profit or money laundering?"
Hearing him lay it out so bluntly, White Dragon grew visibly uncomfortable.
"From today onward, the funds will keep flowing in, but the entire company answers to me." Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing them.
"But… if the higher-ups punish us, it’ll be a problem."
"The higher-ups are overseas. They can’t kill you. But I can—right now." Fang Zhiyi casually crushed a crystal paperweight on the desk.
After exchanging glances, the men all bowed in unison. "We obey the Young Master’s command!"
Fang Zhiyi stood. "Also, I’m not a fan of that title."
White Dragon was the quickest to react. "We obey the Dragon King’s command!" The others hesitated for a second before dropping to one knee as well.
Pleased, Fang Zhiyi nodded and left.
Once he disappeared around the corner, a deputy whispered, "Lord White Dragon… is the Young Master planning a coup?"
White Dragon seemed lost in thought. "You handle the company for now. I have business elsewhere." Without another word, he walked off.
The remaining men exchanged uneasy looks. "Should we report this to the higher-ups?"
"Better not. Did you see how White Dragon got manhandled? Like a chicken."
"Yikes… you’re right."
That night, someone slipped out of the dormitory and headed for a public phone booth. Just as he was about to dial, a gun pressed against the back of his head. Sweat poured down his face—it was one of the deputies from earlier.
Whoever had approached him without a sound was clearly an expert. And an expert with a gun, no less.
"Put the phone down. You’re coming with me."
The deputy was led away into the darkness.
Fang Zhiyi returned to the Xia Family, resuming his spoiled-brat act—being waited on hand and foot. The three members of the Xia Family despised him to the bone but dared not speak up. They couldn’t find any skilled fighters to deal with him, and Fang Zhiyi was growing increasingly brazen, shamelessly demanding pocket money from Xia Bingbao, Xia’s Mother, and even Xia Wuyue.
Though reluctant, they gritted their teeth and handed it over. With cash in hand, Fang Zhiyi went out to party. Soon, rumors spread across Jiang City about the Xia Family’s son-in-law living it up every night.
Fang Zhiyi befriended quite a few rich second-generation heirs. The original owner of his body had despised these people, but Fang Zhiyi was different—he partied harder, spent more lavishly, and was easier to get along with. Before long, he was running with their crowd.
Some even acknowledged him as their big brother, and they indulged in debauchery together.
Watching Fang Zhiyi drive off in her sports car, Xia Wuyue’s face turned livid. The scars on her face had cost a fortune to treat, and the uneven skin tone was a blow to her pride. Her hatred for Fang Zhiyi festered. Before, he had been spineless but mostly stayed home, cooked meals, and endured scolding with his head down. Now, he was a full-blown playboy—funded by her family’s money.
If they refused to give him money, he would "accidentally" destroy things—antiques, contracts in Xia Bingbao’s study, even their bedroom doors in the dead of night. The bodyguards were no match for him, let alone her or her parents. They had no choice but to endure his tyranny.
Xia’s Mother once called the police, but after an investigation, the officers dismissed it as a domestic dispute, offering nothing more than a lecture and suggesting divorce.
At the mention of divorce, Fang Zhiyi shook his head like a rattle drum. "No way! Such a wonderful wife and such kind in-laws—why would I ever divorce?"
While Fang Zhiyi was enjoying himself, Little Hei suddenly warned, "Host, the transmigrator seems to have arrived."
"Oh?" Fang Zhiyi instinctively scanned the heirs around him. "Xia Wuyue’s simp, right?"
Little Hei teased, "Speaking of simps, weren’t you—wait, no, the original owner was."
"Host, tomorrow the Xia Family is attending a banquet. Qin Aotian will carry out his first mission."
Fang Zhiyi took a swig of alcohol. "Can you handle his system?"
Little Hei shook his head. "It’s not the same as me, but I’ll figure something out."
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Good. I was getting bored lately."
"Host, knowing you, I’d have thought you’d strike the Qin Family before the transmigrator even showed up."
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
