Fang Zhiyi spread his hands: "How should I deal with this? Look at me—I even have to ask my wife for money just to go out drinking. How can I possibly intervene? Besides, when someone gets the rare chance to time-travel, shouldn’t they be allowed to enjoy themselves to the fullest?" In truth, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had gradually grasped the fundamental rules. Even if he targeted the Qin family, the time-traveler would simply appear in another wealthy heir. So rather than disrupting the flow, it was better to let the original plot unfold.
Xiao Hei (Little Black) couldn’t make sense of it and scratched his head in confusion. But seeing his host’s trademark smile, he silently mourned for Qin Aotian in his heart.
At the Qin residence, Qin Aotian—who had been drowning his sorrows in alcohol—suddenly tumbled into the swimming pool. When he was pulled out, his face was full of disbelief: "Who... who am I?"
The butler, thinking the young master had lost his mind, replied, "You are Qin Aotian, Young Master Qin."
Qin Aotian froze for a moment before bursting into laughter: "Hahaha! I knew it! Oh my god!"
Watching the young master flail about excitedly, the butler quickly ordered someone to call a doctor.
"Face-Slapping System activated. Host, please prepare yourself. Completing tasks will reward you with points and prizes. The higher the difficulty, the greater the rewards."
Qin Aotian was ecstatic again: "I told you! No child cries forever, no gambler loses forever!"
"Task: At tomorrow’s banquet, publicly humiliate the future Dragon King, Fang Zhiyi. Success will grant you an internal cultivation manual and 500 points."
"Humiliate him? How?" Qin Aotian pondered. "Future Dragon King? So he isn’t one yet, right? Wait—Fang Zhiyi! I’ve read this novel!" He grew excited again. This so-called Dragon King had always been a subject of his mockery—why would a powerful figure like him willingly become a live-in son-in-law in someone else’s family? What was the point?
And himself? He looked down. So he was Qin Aotian, Xia Wuyue’s number one simp? According to the original plot, at tomorrow’s banquet, he’d drunkenly confess to Xia Wuyue, earning Fang Zhiyi’s eternal hatred. The first thing Fang Zhiyi would do after his return was annihilate the Qin family.
"Heh, but now that I’m here... Dragon King? Pfft. You’ve got half a year before your comeback, right?" Qin Aotian laughed arrogantly. Behind him, the butler sighed in worry—Xia Wuyue had been married for nearly three years, yet the young master still hadn’t moved on. How long would it take for the doctor to arrive?
The next day, at the banquet, Qin Aotian made his grand entrance, brimming with enthusiasm. He knew the plot well—Fang Zhiyi couldn’t reveal his identity or attack anyone yet, which meant Qin Aotian had the upper hand. This was the perfect time to build his resources and rack up system rewards.
As he entered, Qin Aotian scanned the room and was immediately drawn to a stunning beauty. His assistant whispered a warning: "Young Master, it’s inappropriate to stare at Madam Xia like that."
Qin Aotian sucked in a sharp breath. Xia Wuyue was this gorgeous? Though her makeup was a bit thick, she was undeniably attractive. No wonder the original owner was obsessed—even he felt a flicker of interest.
Looking further, he didn’t spot the Dragon King.
Qin Aotian grew impatient: "System, are you sure the Dragon King will show up?"
The system’s mechanical voice replied, "The Dragon King will definitely come. Host, please focus on your task."
Qin Aotian wandered around, unfamiliar with most guests, and kept asking the system for guidance. After circling the room, he still hadn’t found Fang Zhiyi but had managed to recognize most of the attendees.
"Screw it," Qin Aotian muttered, deciding to lure his target out. He strode straight toward Xia Wuyue. His earlier meandering had already drawn attention, and since everyone knew of his obsession with her, the room grew quieter as people discreetly watched the scene unfold.
Xia Wuyue frowned slightly. She despised Fang Zhiyi, but she equally loathed this good-for-nothing playboy from the Qin family.
"Wuyue! It’s been so long! How have you been?" Qin Aotian ignored the stares, his face full of exaggerated longing. "I’ve missed you so much."
He smirked inwardly. Fang Zhiyi, you can’t possibly hold back now, can you? Even if you can’t attack me, you’ll have to step in and stop this. Come on, show yourself!
But no one intervened. The crowd merely watched, amused by the spectacle.
"Qin Aotian, please behave yourself," Xia Wuyue said stiffly, turning her face away. With so many eyes on them, she couldn’t outright scold him, even though Qin Aotian was notorious for his scandalous antics—multiple times, his wild escapades had been filmed and leaked online.
Qin Aotian deepened his act. "You must be suffering. Look how pale you’ve become." He reached out to touch her cheek, but Xia Wuyue jerked away, leaving a streak of makeup on his fingers—right where he’d scraped his hand on the concrete earlier.
Disgusted, Qin Aotian wiped his fingers. Up close, her makeup was caked on. Ugh, the original owner had terrible taste. Xia Wuyue caught the gesture and instantly equated him with Fang Zhiyi in her mind.
Finally, someone intervened. Xia Wuyue’s parents stepped forward. "Young Master Qin, let’s discuss this privately. There are too many people here." They still held favorable opinions of Qin Aotian—after all, the Qin family was far wealthier than theirs. As for his character? Who cared about morals when you had money?
Qin Aotian suddenly remembered his rich second-generation status. "Where’s that live-in son-in-law of yours? Too ashamed to show his face?"
The room fell deathly silent. The term "live-in son-in-law" stunned everyone. While people used it behind closed doors, saying it outright at such an event was beyond audacious. The crowd exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement. Xia Bingbao and Xia’s Mother paled in fear—if that hotheaded fool heard this, all hell would break loose.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi remained nowhere to be seen.
Qin Aotian grew anxious. "System, you said the Dragon King Fang Zhiyi was here!"
"He is present. Host, please complete your task."
Qin Aotian hadn’t expected this. The Dragon King was nothing like the novel—how could he tolerate such provocation?
"What happens if I fail the task?"
"No rewards or points."
Qin Aotian sighed in relief. Not so bad.
"Additionally, the host will face penalties, including but not limited to electric shocks, suffocation, bone dislocation, and other forms of excruciating pain."
"What the hell?! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"
The system coldly reminded him, "Host, please expedite the task of humiliating the Dragon King."
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi was surprised that Xiao Hei could now intercept the communication between the time-traveler and his system. Listening to the relayed conversation, Fang Zhiyi smirked. "You think these free systems and transmigrations come out of charity? There’s always a price." A new plan formed in his mind.
Xiao Hei nodded eagerly. "Exactly! Exactly!"
Noticing Fang Zhiyi’s gaze, Xiao Hei thumped his chest. "I swear, I’m not backed by anyone!"
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Move. You’re blocking my view."
Back at the banquet, the crowd watched as Qin Aotian’s face cycled through shades of red and white. Then, he did something that left everyone speechless.
Dropping to one knee, he plucked a fake flower from a nearby arrangement and declared, "Wuyue! I can’t live without you! Divorce that useless Fang Zhiyi and marry me instead!"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
