"You're keeping me alive because I possess extensive information on the Dragon King's Court—member lists, business assets, financial records..." Glasses sneered. "Do you really think I'd betray the Dragon King's Court just for that?"
Fang Zhiyi simply smiled at him without a word.
After a brief silence—
"You read me perfectly, Young Master—no, Dragon King. You call the shots."
"What kind of person is this?!" Little Hei muttered in disbelief.
"The smarter someone is, the better they understand weighing pros and cons. This guy couldn’t care less about loyalty as long as it benefits him."
Fang Zhiyi wasn’t stingy. He immediately split the assets acquired in Country J in half and handed them to the War God, leaving the latter utterly stunned.
"Brother Fang, this time it’s me who should thank you for saving my daughter. There’s no need—"
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Did you forget something?"
The War God recalled what Fang Zhiyi had said when they first met. Though he had lost his citizenship in Hua Country, he had always remained Hua at heart.
"Since you insist, I’ll accept. From now on, you’re a friend of the War God!" He then leaned closer to Fang Zhiyi’s ear. "If there’s ever anything you can’t handle openly out there, let me know."
Fang Zhiyi nodded with a smile.
His return to the country was anything but low-key. The moment he stepped off the plane, a group of military officers escorted him away.
"Fang Zhiyi, congratulations on completing the mission!" An elderly man shook his hand warmly.
Fang Zhiyi acknowledged politely before pulling out a notebook from his pocket. "This contains the list—not just the Dragon King’s Court’s sleeper agents, but also a number of foreign spies they inadvertently uncovered."
"As for the assets, I’ll arrange for their transfer later. We’ll figure out the best way to repatriate everything."
The old man nodded, studying Fang Zhiyi. "Aren’t you keeping anything for yourself?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No need. I have no interest. You’ll handle the money and intel far better than I ever could—I’m simply not cut out for it."
As Fang Zhiyi walked away, the old man reminisced about their first secret meeting at Jiang City’s police station.
Fang Zhiyi had laid bare everything about the Dragon King’s Court. While Hua Country was already aware of this overseas power, the young man’s sincerity had won their trust. Under his orchestration, they openly dismantled the Dragon King’s Court’s Jiang City stronghold, repurposing its members into Hua’s intelligence network while funneling the organization’s funds into expanding their own operations.
Even back then, Fang Zhiyi had been designated a high-priority protection target—though his own skills made it seem unnecessary. Their caution proved justified when assassins came for him, only to be captured before they could act.
Through Fang Zhiyi’s connections, the heir of the Divine Physician joined national medical research after inheriting the title, while the War God, Yu Zedong—originally a top operative from another covert program, framed and exiled—was finally cleared for an early return to the military, though he preferred remaining a hidden asset.
Life was far more comfortable for Fang Zhiyi now. Wealthy, influential, and running a company that dealt in more than just its legitimate import-export business, the only hiccup was the prolonged absence of the White Dragon Envoy, forcing him to step in occasionally.
Sixth Dragon pushed open the office door. "Boss, we found the White Dragon Envoy."
"Oh? Where is he?" According to Glasses, the White Dragon Envoy was a managerial genius—stubborn at times, but perfect for expanding their reach.
"He’s... at the Jiang Family in K City."
Fang Zhiyi blinked. "The Jiang Family? What’s that?"
"He pulled a you—went off to be a live-in son-in-law."
Fang Zhiyi spat out his tea. "Why?!"
He said if you could attain enlightenment after just two and a half years as a son-in-law, so could he.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of logic was that?
The Xia family had fallen from grace, though they scraped by. The once-proud Xia Wuyue now worked menial jobs, while Xia’s Mother took up cleaning. Confined to a wheelchair, Xia Bingbao could only endure his wife’s complaints, which eventually turned into outright abuse—until she finally ran away.
Xia Wuyue didn’t abandon her father, but she stopped speaking to him, leaving the house steeped in silence.
Qin Aotian, freed from his system, was now a shell of his former self. Watching his father bring home an illegitimate heir to inherit the family business, Qin Aotian simply walked away. He’d had enough—terrified of the system’s torment and the unfathomable Dragon King. At least his status ensured a modest, worry-free life.
That night, Little Hei slipped into Xia Wuyue’s room and fed her the original storyline.
The next morning, Xia Wuyue sat up slowly, struggling to process her surroundings. After a long pause, she patted her cheeks and laughed bitterly. "A dream within a dream?"
Remembering how she’d treated Fang Zhiyi and her willing role as one of Qin Aotian’s harem in the "dream," she wasn’t sure if she regretted it. But in the end, she only sighed, hurried through her morning routine, and left for work. When her phone buzzed with news of Fang Zhiyi accompanying another diplomatic delegation abroad, she bit her lip.
Fang Zhiyi was busy again. Every trip involved midnight excursions, returning bloodied but satisfied as he crossed another name off his notebook.
"Dragon King’s Court, Western Division."
Thirty years passed in a blink. Fang Zhiyi died—even the Divine Physician couldn’t save him. His funeral drew crowds. Those once-called "brothers" from wealthy families were now industry leaders. Sixth Dragon, Ninth Dragon, and their families stood silently by his coffin. The War God, hair now white, led a group of foreigners in. At his gesture, a short-haired woman bowed deeply to Fang Zhiyi’s portrait.
"That girl’s all grown up?" Fang Zhiyi mused—only his second time seeing her.
Little Hei nodded. "Humans are fascinating. Host, look who else is here."
The spectral Fang Zhiyi turned to see the White Dragon Envoy, now white-haired himself, supporting an elderly woman.
Damn, this guy actually found true love as a son-in-law?!
"Not her—look behind!"
Fang Zhiyi looked again. A wrinkled woman stood under an umbrella, watching from a distance.
"Oh, Xia Wuyue? Heard she never married."
"I showed her the story. Maybe she’s been reflecting?"
"Since when did you get so philosophical?"
"Heh."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!
