The assistant was utterly horrified—not only had his young master made a public spectacle of himself, but he was also insisting on marrying Xia Wuyue, a divorced woman? Forget the Xia Family’s reputation; the recent conflict with the ancient martial arts families alone was enough for the Qin Family to exclude them. Had the young master lost his mind?
The Xia Family members were stunned. They knew Qin Aotian had feelings for Xia Wuyue, but this situation was...
Fang Zhiyi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
His outburst drew attention to him, sitting in a corner munching on an apple.
Whispers spread through the crowd—this juicy drama was too thrilling!
Qin Aotian, who had also noticed Fang Zhiyi, felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Regaining his composure, he sneered, "I suppose that must be the Xia Family’s live-in son-in-law?" He emphasized the term "live-in son-in-law" with deliberate mockery.
His plan was simple: provoke Fang Zhiyi, then slap him. That should complete the mission, right?
Fang Zhiyi nodded, raising his half-eaten apple in greeting. "Hello, Young Master Qin."
Qin Aotian was baffled. Why was the future Dragon King reacting like this?
"Pathetic. How could trash like you be worthy of Miss Wuyue? Wuyue, marry me," Qin Aotian pressed on.
Fang Zhiyi remained unhurried. With so many eyes on them, he couldn’t just sit idle. He slowly stood and walked over. Finally, it’s coming, Qin Aotian thought excitedly. The idea of slapping the Dragon King sent a thrill through him.
But Fang Zhiyi stopped a few steps away, his voice tinged with sorrow. "You’re right, Wuyue. Since you don’t love me, why not divorce me and marry Young Master Qin? May you two live happily ever after."
The room erupted in shock. The plot had taken an unexpected turn, leaving everyone wide-eyed and speculating about Xia Wuyue’s true feelings.
The Xia Family and Qin Aotian were equally stunned.
"I’ve been waiting for you to ask for a divorce," Fang Zhiyi said through gritted teeth. "I always thought you disliked me because of my flaws, but now I see it’s because of Young Master Qin. I know my place, so I’ll step aside. Forced love is never sweet." With that, he walked away, his lonely figure evoking sympathy from onlookers.
He left behind a dumbfounded Qin Aotian and Xia Wuyue. His words reminded the Xia Family—if they initiated the divorce, they’d lose all claim to the old patriarch’s inheritance. While an alliance with the Qin Family was desirable, their own wealth was far more reliable.
Xia Bingbao and Xia’s Mother forced apologetic smiles at Qin Aotian. "Young Master Qin, we know you care deeply for Wuyue, but she’s already married. Please respect boundaries." Xia Bingbao spoke through clenched teeth, inwardly cursing both Fang Zhiyi and his late father.
Qin Aotian looked up dazedly at Xia Wuyue, only to see her eyes burning with resentment—though he couldn’t tell if it was directed at him. In truth, her fury was aimed at Fang Zhiyi. His speech had shattered her carefully crafted image of grace and kindness. To outsiders, she had always been the epitome of elegance, and the Xia Family had maintained the facade of treating their son-in-law well—even when Fang Zhiyi partied nightly, it only reinforced the perception of their generosity.
But now? She’d be branded as a woman who cheated on her husband with Qin Aotian! Recalling Fang Zhiyi’s shameless behavior at home, she had at least preserved her dignity in public—until today. The murmurs in the hall, Qin Aotian’s stunned face—it was too much. Her expression twisted, and she raised her hand.
A sharp slap echoed through the room. Qin Aotian clutched his cheek, utterly confused. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one humiliating the Dragon King? Why had Xia Wuyue hit him?
Little did he know, she’d simply used him as a punching bag.
Just then, Fang Zhiyi stepped outside. A mechanical voice rang in Qin Aotian’s mind: "Mission failed. Host will now receive electric shock punishment." A surge of agony coursed through his body. He convulsed violently before collapsing, unconscious from the pain.
Xia Wuyue stared at her right hand in disbelief. Had she awakened the soul of ancient martial arts? The Xia Family reacted swiftly—Xia’s Mother pulled her away while Xia Bingbao called an ambulance. If anything happened to the Qin Family’s heir, the consequences would be dire!
Gossip among the elite spread like wildfire. The most plausible version? The Xia Family despised their son-in-law, and the Qin Family looked down on the Xia Family, so Xia Wuyue had married Fang Zhiyi for appearances while secretly seeing Qin Aotian—complete with salacious details of their alleged encounters. Qin Aotian, too immersed in the act, had proposed publicly. Fang Zhiyi’s heartbroken exit and Xia Wuyue’s sudden "realization" of her love for him led to her slapping Qin Aotian—with "three years’ worth of martial power"—straight into the hospital.
Rumors also resurfaced about the Xia Family’s ancient martial arts heritage.
Soon, all of Jiang City buzzed with scandals: the wealthy son-in-law drowning his sorrows in debauchery, the Xia Family’s guilt-ridden financial support, and more.
Many of these tales were spread by Fang Zhiyi himself. He knew the power of rumors—once spoken, they were nearly impossible to retract. Especially when Qin Aotian had knelt! How could anyone clean that up?
The Qin Family, furious, severed business ties with the Xia Family and placed Qin Aotian under house arrest for humiliating them.
Fang Zhiyi felt a twinge of disappointment. He’d been curious about what powerful mission the system would assign next.
A new import-export company quietly emerged in Jiang City, though it caused little stir.
Fang Zhiyi rarely returned home now, keeping busy with his own ventures. A few loyal rich friends often joined him in cursing Qin Aotian’s disgraceful behavior.
Finally, Qin Aotian reappeared. According to Little Hei, he’d suffered two more inhuman punishments for missing tasks, leaving him gaunt and haggard.
"Host, proceed to the shopping district and humiliate the Divine Physician."
Qin Aotian cursed the system, but it ignored him. Upon arrival, he spotted an elderly man collapsing, followed by a black-clad young man and a beautiful woman rushing to his aid.
"How am I supposed to humiliate anyone?" Qin Aotian snapped, realizing he’d missed three rewards and had no skills to rely on.
The system replied coldly, "Since the host failed to obtain the last reward—the detoxification needle—the system will provide a one-time use. The cost will be deducted from your points."
Qin Aotian nodded eagerly. "Fine, fine, just hurry!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
