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!"
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?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
