Having just eaten and drunk his fill, Fang Zhiyi sat up upon hearing this: "How long has it been since we last met? Is she plotting against me?"
The system remained silent.
Fang Zhiyi paced back and forth with his hands behind his back before suddenly turning to look at the system, narrowing his eyes.
Zhong Ling'er, convinced she understood everything, planned to set out the next day for Cloud Sky Palace to expose Fang Zhiyi's issues. She believed that as soon as she revealed Fang Zhiyi had been body-snatched, the elders of Cloud Sky Palace would surely find a way to bring the real Fang Zhiyi back!
But the moment she closed her eyes to sleep, she returned to the day her parents were murdered.
Before dawn the next day, Chu Aotian woke up in pain and saw a graceful figure standing by the window.
"Ling'er?"
Zhong Ling'er turned around, her eyes swollen and red as she looked at Chu Aotian.
"I understand now, I finally understand why he treated me this way."
Chu Aotian was confused.
"What are you talking about? Weren’t you going to Cloudsky Sect today?" He had pinned all his hopes on Zhong Ling'er.
To his surprise, Zhong Ling'er suddenly took a step back and pointed at him. "Chu Aotian! You lied to me!" Having relived a past life's memories, she had pieced together the truth.
Chu Aotian felt a pang of guilt but stubbornly insisted, "What did I do? Ling'er, why would I lie to you?"
"You wanted me to beg Zhiyi to rebuild your tendons and bones, enhance your aptitude, and help you claim the Demon Lord’s throne, didn’t you?" Zhong Ling'er's aura flared. "To make me believe you, you even had someone severely injure you." As the heroine, she had noticed something odd—in the first life, Chu Aotian had hidden his identity as the young master of the demonic cultivators, claiming he was injured by the Demon Lord while stealing treasures. But in this life, even after his identity was exposed, he was still injured. That didn’t add up.
As the heroine, having relived the painful memories of parting with the male lead, Zhong Ling'er finally regained some of her wits. She could see through Chu Aotian’s act—his self-inflicted suffering was all to manipulate her into seeking Fang Zhiyi’s help.
Chu Aotian panicked. Zhong Ling'er gave him a bitter smile. "It’s my fault. All of this is my fault." Muttering to herself, she walked away step by step.
Chu Aotian called after her, even tumbling off the bed in desperation. If Zhong Ling'er left, he would lose all hope!
Meanwhile, the system reported the situation between Zhong Ling'er and Chu Aotian to Fang Zhiyi. Watching his leisurely demeanor, the system couldn’t help but ask, "Host, aren’t you worried? If she still believes you’ve been body-snatched, the mission will be marked as a failure!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "I’m not worried. You’re the one who should be."
"Host, I don’t understand what you mean."
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes and looked at it. "You don’t? How long do you think you can hide the fact that you grow stronger by leeching off my missions?" He reached out and patted the system’s tiny hands—though his own passed right through them.
"After one mission, you grew hands. Once this mission’s done, you’ll grow legs, won’t you?"
The system flustered. "Host, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to rest."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t mind. "Just think carefully. Worst case, I’ll slack off every day."
The system gradually vanished.
Yue Anyao walked in, holding a roasted suckling pig.
"This time, it’ll definitely work!" she encouraged herself silently.
Fang Zhiyi’s smug expression faltered. Maybe he should just let her focus on designing clothes instead.
Since getting together with the supporting female lead, Fang Zhiyi had avoided many idiotic plotlines. The trend of spreading malicious rumors among the cultivation sects had stopped after his forceful intervention.
A hundred years later, thanks to Fang Zhiyi’s deliberate efforts, the mortal world advanced by leaps and bounds. Historical records noted: "Every twenty years, several immortals descend to provide tools and reforms for the people."
Another hundred years passed, and the title of emperor vanished entirely, replaced by an electoral system.
Feeling his cultivation reaching a point where suppression was no longer possible, Fang Zhiyi marveled at the protagonist’s halo—how was he already ready for tribulation? But seeing Yue Anyao’s cultivation level, he reluctantly transferred his own power to her.
Thanks to Fang Zhiyi’s influence, an immortal marketplace emerged in the cultivation world, bustling with disciples who preferred designing clothes, researching cuisine, and inventing gadgets over rigorous cultivation.
Cloud Sky Palace, having gotten an early start, held a significant share of this market, intertwining its interests with many sects—even demonic ones.
"Palace Master! Palace Master! The Blood Demon from the west attacked our merchant convoy! Three outer disciples were severely injured!" Elder Kong rushed in urgently.
Fang Zhiyi, currently admiring flowers with Yue Anyao in his arms, glanced at the elder. "Elder Kong, how many times must I say it? Don’t bring such matters to me."
Elder Kong frowned. "Palace Master, all decision-making authority lies with you. Without your approval, we can’t act decisively."
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Then don’t tell me. Just spread the word in the immortal marketplace that the Blood Demon attacked our convoy."
Elder Kong was puzzled.
Yue Anyao softly explained, "Most of the marketplace belongs to us, but many other sects—Azurecloud Sect, Poison Immortal Sect, Artifact Refining Sect—also profit from it. If someone attacks our convoy, they won’t stand for it either."
Elder Kong’s eyes lit up, and he hurried off.
Meanwhile, the Blood Demon, having just returned to his lair with spoils, gloated. "These righteous sects are utterly worthless! Indulging in frivolities!" He picked up a magazine and began flipping through it with relish.
"Elder! Trouble!"
The Blood Demon was baffled. "I was just reading! What trouble? Watch your tongue!"
The disciple ignored the reprimand. "Outside! Look outside!"
The Blood Demon, seeing the disciple’s frantic expression, sensed something amiss—then felt dozens of powerful auras at the Integration stage.
His face paled as he teleported outside, only to gasp in shock.
Hundreds of cultivators hovered outside his cave!
"Blood Demon! You dare plunder the treasures of our immortal marketplace and harm righteous disciples? Today, we settle the score!" A middle-aged man in a shirt declared coldly.
The Blood Demon was speechless. Was this really necessary? In the past, even after slaughtering over a dozen righteous disciples, they’d only sought revenge opportunistically. But today’s response—dozens of Integration-stage experts, many from different sects!
A disciple below muttered, "Last time I saw so many mighty figures was during the great war between good and evil."
"Senior Brother, what do we do?"
"Do? We run!"
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...
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.”
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!
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."
