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!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
