"Where is it this time?" Fang Zhiyi asked casually.
"Let you experience the warlord era..." Little Hei suddenly paused and then frowned.
Fang Zhiyi found it a bit amusing. This guy imitated all his expressions and actions.
"I'm afraid it has to be changed," Little Hei said.
"Huh?"
Little Hei didn't explain. He dragged Fang Zhiyi into the whirlpool.
Fang Zhiyi woke up on the sofa. Looking at the messy room and the beer bottles scattered around, he reached out and pressed his temples.
There was only one country on this continent, which was the Northern Country, and Fang Zhiyi lived in a border city of the Northern Country.
The original owner was a young hooligan. When he was young, his parents divorced and remarried respectively, and no one was willing to take care of him. He grew up with his grandma. After his grandma passed away, Fang Zhiyi dropped out of school and entered society early.
What could a child do? Naturally, he made some "friends" in society. Starting from hanging out with the "big brother", Fang Zhiyi stepped into the underworld.
He had just come of age. His original big brother got into a conflict with someone and was beaten into a cripple, so their group dispersed.
Fang Zhiyi didn't know how to do other things, so he found a new "job", which was to be a debt - collecting junior at a loan - sharking company. Although the income was not high, he could feed himself and didn't have a family to support. Plus, he lived in the old house left by his grandma, so Fang Zhiyi could barely make ends meet.
This community was very old. There was no elevator, and the only security guard had only five teeth.
However, Fang Zhiyi still knew how to find joy in hardship. For example, watching the dramas in the building he lived in was an entertainment program he quite looked forward to.
Their building was the most peculiar one in the whole community. He lived on the third floor. Opposite his door lived a young couple. The man was foppish, and the woman was sharp - tongued. Their income was not high, but they lived a so - called "refined life" all day long. They often piled the garbage outside the door and looked at everyone with a sense of superiority. Especially when they saw a hooligan like Fang Zhiyi without a proper job, the woman didn't even try to hide the contempt in her eyes.
On the fourth floor upstairs lived a retired couple. It was said that their children didn't want to take care of them. The two of them often played the old - age card. They wanted to pick up everything they saw and take it home. Whenever someone said something, they would immediately pat their thighs and shout things like "young people don't respect the elderly". Fang Zhiyi had seen these two old people steal the cartons and fruits that others put outside more than once, and he even ran into them pretending to be injured in a traffic accident.
The family living on the second floor downstairs was even more of a weirdo. There were four people in the family. The grandma was extremely domineering and had a loud voice. If anyone offended her, she could stand with her hands on her hips in the yard and scold the person for hours. She was a typical shrew. The couple was extremely timid, especially in front of their mother. They were submissive and showed a selfish kind of cowardice when they went out. They only considered themselves in everything. Fang Zhiyi thought it was because of their ten - year - old child, Wang Xiaoqiang. Fang Zhiyi heard from his hooligan circle that people like Wang Xiaoqiang were "super - males", with excessive energy and strong aggression. He caused trouble everywhere all day long. Almost all the children in the community had been bullied by him. When the parents of the victims came to the door, they all chose to back off because of the grandma's explosive temper.
It was said that he had been expelled from school. He shouted that he didn't want to go to school, and Grandma Wang indulged her grandson. So this kid was idle all day long, even more unreliable than Fang Zhiyi himself.
Fang Zhiyi heard that the people in the community secretly ranked a "villain list". The Wang family was ranked first, the old couple surnamed Gao was second, and the young couple was third. As for the fourth, when they saw him, they stopped talking, which made Fang Zhiyi a little annoyed.
Although he had tattoos and didn't have a proper job, he hardly ever got into conflicts with others. Maybe it was because he thought they were neighbors, or maybe he thought it was unnecessary. Fang Zhiyi was often just an onlooker.
Until that family moved in. The neighbors of the Wang family couldn't stand their domineering behavior anymore, so they chose to sell their house and leave. The houses in the old community were cheap. A family of three moved here. On the moving day, Fang Zhiyi just came back from collecting a debt. He saw this family of three. The male owner looked honest and honest, the woman was gentle and virtuous, and they also brought a daughter who looked like a delicate little dumpling. Judging from their accents, they were from other places. Fang Zhiyi thought the girl was cute and teased her for a while. The girl smiled sweetly, but when the hostess saw Fang Zhiyi, although she was polite, there was obvious caution in her eyes. Fang Zhiyi was used to it. He didn't know how long this family could stay.
But when he was walking up the stairs, the little girl behind him suddenly asked his name.
"Fang Zhiyi," Fang Zhiyi turned around. He was always patient with children.
The little girl smiled sweetly and reached out to hand him a lollipop. "Brother Fang, my name is Li Tiantian."
Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a long time. The girl's parents just watched and didn't stop her. Fang Zhiyi reached out to take the lollipop and smiled at the girl, then quickly walked up the stairs.
This family was quite different from the previous neighbors. They didn't talk much. They would pick up the garbage that the neighbors littered and throw it away. They were very polite to others. Even when facing the unreasonable Grandma Wang, they always smiled. Unlike others, they didn't have a prickly attitude. Every time Li Tiantian saw Fang Zhiyi, she would shout "Brother Fang" loudly and share her snacks with him. Fang Zhiyi always felt that something inside him was gradually softening.
One time, Fang Zhiyi came back drunk and vomited all over the corridor. In a daze, he thought that he would be scolded at the top of their voices by those idiots again tomorrow. Who would have thought that someone would come to support him. When he woke up again, he was lying in a strange room. A woman was holding a bowl of steaming soup, and Li Tiantian's whole family was looking at him.
Fang Zhiyi had an urge to cry, but he held it back. He hadn't cried for many years.
Since that day, he secretly hoped in his heart that this family could live here safely all the time. However, a change occurred. As an offline debt collector, his job was not complicated. He just went to stand there and intimidate people to urge them to pay back the money. But that day, his boss, Brother Dong, informed him that he had got into a conflict with someone and asked him to come quickly. Fang Zhiyi rushed there without stopping. As a hooligan, he still had to have this damned sense of loyalty, just like in the movies he liked to watch. When the boss called, the little brothers would rush forward one after another.
Brother Dong also valued him especially that day and even let him lead the team. For a moment, Fang Zhiyi felt like he was moving up in the world.
The conflict took place in an old factory. Different from usual, both sides used real weapons this time. In the chaos, Fang Zhiyi heard someone shout "Someone's dead!" He was stunned. When he came to his senses, he had already been pressed to the ground by the riot police who had rushed over.
Because a group fight had resulted in a fatality, the arrested individuals confessed that Fang Zhiyi was the ringleader. Fang Zhiyi remained true to his sense of loyalty and didn't reveal a single word about Brother Dong. As a result, he was charged with organizing a brawl that led to someone's death and sentenced to seven years in prison.
In prison, Fang Zhiyi behaved himself. He was never an arrogant person to begin with.
Due to his good attitude towards reform and his active participation in prison activities, he was granted a reduced sentence.
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."
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.”
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!
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.
