"What the hell is an enema?" someone whispered to their companion, who looked equally clueless. "Is it some new kind of potion?"
"And what’s a rabies vaccine?"
But everyone could tell Fang Zhiyi was insulting Rhein.
Rhein’s hands trembled. He had imagined countless scenarios—Fang Zhiyi accepting his duel, or running away in shame—but he never expected to be cursed at! Some of the words were unfamiliar, but the venom in them was unmistakable.
"You... you stupid waste of space... you..." Rhein stumbled over his words. Insults weren’t his forte.
"I’ve seen toilets in bathrooms, but never one in someone’s mouth. Repeating the same garbage—did you just evolve into a human and forget how to talk? Out of the four words ‘scene evoking emotion,’ you’ve mastered two. Don’t get it? Fine, I’ll carve it on your tombstone! You mutt! If you’ve got nothing better to do, go home and dig your brain out of the toilet. Mouth bored? Go lick a urinal. Stop embarrassing yourself here!"
Gasps erupted from the surrounding students. No one had ever heard such creative insults before. Some even pulled out paper to take notes.
With a roar, Rhein drew his sword, ignoring the academy’s rules, and swung at Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi dodged effortlessly, eyeing the magic-infused blade with amusement while never letting up.
"You’re really just trash, huh?"
Rhein channeled his magic, certain he’d finish off this infuriating pest. But Fang Zhiyi gave him no opening, weaving through his strikes with surprising agility—though the swordplay clearly strained him.
The crowd buzzed with amazement—not just at Fang Zhiyi’s nimble evasion, but at his ability to shred Rhein’s dignity without a single vulgar word. By now, Rhein had been verbally reduced to a microbe.
Magic condensed visibly on Rhein’s blade, a testament to his fury. As he swung again, Fang Zhiyi spotted Vivian and abruptly stopped dodging. Seizing the moment, Vivian rushed forward and shoved Fang Zhiyi aside. Rhein panicked, but his momentum was unstoppable.
"Ah—!"
The commotion ended swiftly. Academy guards arrived, restraining the enraged Rhein while medics tended to the injured Vivian. Gritting through the pain, she smiled at Fang Zhiyi. "Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Fang Zhiyi remained expressionless. Vivian assumed he was just stunned.
The investigation concluded with Rhein’s expulsion. Fang Zhiyi should’ve faced suspension, but Vivian’s testimony reduced his punishment to a mere warning. It made him reflect on the perks of influence.
When the knight commander’s son was sent home yet again—this time expelled—the man nearly exploded. How had Rhein messed up so quickly? Rhein, fearing his father, pinned all blame on Fang Zhiyi.
Learning his rival was just some slum kid, the commander’s eyes narrowed.
With Vivian injured and Rhein gone, Fang Zhiyi pranced around the academy like a triumphant monkey, jumping into every class and volunteering for every chore. Though his magic was weak, his sudden enthusiasm charmed the faculty, who now schemed to keep him as a permanent apprentice. Vivian’s favoritism didn’t hurt either—most treated him kindly, at least superficially.
Only Ross was genuinely happy for him, relieved Fang Zhiyi might finally land steady work.
Their chat was cut short when Professor Li Mei summoned Fang Zhiyi to clean the mage tower. Normally an apprentice’s task, today’s shift had mysteriously fallen ill. No one feared this "magic-deficient waste" would understand the advanced spellbooks anyway.
By his next break, Fang Zhiyi headed home, planning to check on Lily’s family—only to learn of recent horrors. A dozen men from the capital had come searching for him. Finding him absent, they demolished his home. Lily’s father intervened and was beaten severely.
Staring at the wounded man, Fang Zhiyi turned slowly to Little Hei, who shrugged. "I can’t watch everyone all the time." Catching Fang Zhiyi’s glare, he added hastily, "I’ll look into it."
Silent, Fang Zhiyi rose, apologizing to Lily and her mother before vowing, "I’ll make this right."
Lily’s mother paled. "Don’t do anything reckless. We’ve reported it to the guards."
Fang Zhiyi exhaled. He already knew who was responsible. With a strained smile, he said, "I’m heading back to the academy."
Meanwhile, a healed Vivian returned, annoyed Fang Zhiyi hadn’t visited. Then again, palace gates were hardly accessible to a slum kid.
With this incident over, her plan could finally begin. Using Fang Zhiyi, she’d repel the beastmen invasion, boost her reputation, and pin the blame on the necromancers. Thinking of her betrayers, her expression darkened.
But Fang Zhiyi never came back—or so Ross told her. He’d cleared out his dorm, taking even the bedsheet. Staring at the barren room, Vivian sensed her schemes unraveling.
In the Neke family territory, the brooding lord debated siring another heir when a servant burst in.
"My lord! Outside! It’s—!"
"Spit it out, or I’ll cut your tongue!" the lord snapped. The servant gulped. His master had grown even crueler since the young master’s disappearance.
"The young master—he’s returned!"
The lord bolted up, his bulky frame moving with unexpected speed.
"But..." The servant eyed the silverware on the table. Maybe fleeing was wiser.
Stepping outside, the lord knew today was cursed.
Before his castle stood ranks upon ranks of the undead. Even a fool could feel the darkness radiating from them.
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
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.
