Women often chat while getting their nails done, and this young woman was no exception. She started talking about her bag, then her car, and then casually noticed Xie Xiaoli's purse, naturally complimenting it.
Xie Xiaoli's vanity was satisfied, and she gradually became more friendly.
But when the woman asked what car she drove, Xie Xiaoli hesitated, glancing at her small electric scooter parked not far away. Luckily, her friend quickly changed the subject, and the woman didn’t press further.
Later, when the woman effortlessly paid for a membership and drove off in her sports car, Xie Xiaoli’s friend watched the taillights fade and sighed, "Must be nice to be rich, right, Xiaoli?" It was just an innocent remark, but Xie Xiaoli took it as a veiled jab.
"Who doesn’t have money?" she snapped, standing up and storming off, leaving her friend bewildered.
That evening, Xie Xiaoli spotted a flyer plastered on her apartment door. The building was always littered with ads—no one ever bothered to remove them. She barely glanced at it until one particular ad caught her eye:
"Ultra-low interest! Borrow big with just 20 yuan a day! Start living luxuriously today!" Below it was a photo of a sleek car.
Xie Xiaoli stared, already picturing herself behind the wheel. But she shook her head and went inside. Unbeknownst to her, Fang Zhiyi across the hall watched everything. He murmured into his phone, "Keep going. Do it right, and there’s a bonus."
A cheerful female voice replied, "Thanks, Brother Fang!"
She didn’t understand why her new boss had assigned such a strange task—just drive a repossessed car, carry a designer bag, and get her nails done. But if it was this easy to make money, only a fool would say no.
The next day, Xie Xiaoli ran into the woman again at the salon. She claimed she’d grown tired of yesterday’s nail art and wanted a new design. Xie Xiaoli’s friend gushed over her extravagance, though inwardly she welcomed such high-spending clients.
Strangely, the woman now sported the same hairstyle and bag as Xie Xiaoli.
"Wow, what a coincidence! Even your bags match!" the friend remarked with a laugh.
The woman smiled, eyeing Xie Xiaoli’s purse with a slight squint. Xie Xiaoli tensed—her bag was a knockoff. Had this wealthy woman noticed? She subtly slid it under the table.
"Your skin looks great," the woman said. "Where do you get your treatments?"
Xie Xiaoli hesitated before naming her usual salon. She might not be rich, but she invested in skincare.
The woman frowned. "Never heard of it. I go to the one downtown. Wanna join me next time?"
Xie Xiaoli knew that place was exorbitant but forced a smile. "Sure."
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi set his plan into motion. He summoned his lackeys and picked the most meek-looking one, Xiao Hua, whispering instructions.
Though confused, Xiao Hua nodded eagerly. For days afterward, he rode a rundown electric scooter around the neighborhood.
Finally, Old Man Gao and Old Lady Gao took the bait. As Xiao Hua wobbled along, a sudden shriek made him brake hard. He turned to see Old Lady Gao clutching her leg on the ground.
Old Man Gao grabbed him. "You reckless idiot! You hit my wife!"
A crowd gathered. Fang Zhiyi "happened" to pass by and pushed through. "What’s going on? An accident?"
Old Man Gao seized the opportunity. "Pay up! My wife’s hurt! What if she’s seriously injured?"
Fang Zhiyi crouched beside Old Lady Gao, grinning. "How much?"
Recognizing him, Old Man Gao hesitated—rumor had it Fang Zhiyi had even dared to cross the Wang family. But glancing at the flustered Xiao Hua, he figured Fang Zhiyi was on his side.
"Five thousand! Not a cent less!"
Fang Zhiyi nodded solemnly. "Not a cent less!" He shot Xiao Hua a look.
Xiao Hua stammered, "Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital first?"
Old Man Gao refused—he knew his wife was fine. "Nice try! Hand over the cash!"
The crowd murmured.
Xiao Hua flushed. "I don’t have it on me... I’ll get an advance from my boss?"
Old Man Gao softened slightly. "No tricks. Everyone’s watching."
"Then come with me?" Xiao Hua suggested.
After a glance at his still-groaning wife, Old Man Gao agreed. He climbed onto the scooter, barking at Fang Zhiyi, "Take my wife home."
Fang Zhiyi said nothing. As they left, he turned to Old Lady Gao. "Up you get, auntie. The ground’s cold."
Her beady eyes darted before she snorted and slowly sat up.
The crowd’s murmurs grew louder.
Fang Zhiyi feigned concern. "Oh right, your leg’s hurt, isn’t it?" Trapped, Old Lady Gao nodded and flopped back down.
"Don’t know where you live, and I’m afraid to move you. How about I call a cab?" With that, he slipped away, leaving her stranded.
Under the crowd’s scrutiny, Old Lady Gao could only clutch her leg and play dead.
Meanwhile, Xiao Hua led Old Man Gao through winding alleys to a shabby house. He slid open the door and stepped inside. Old Man Gao followed, wary of escape.
He instantly regretted it.
The room housed a shrine, a machete on the desk, and half a dozen tattooed thugs.
A bespectacled man asked, "Xiao Hua, who’s this?"
Xiao Hua grinned innocently. "Says I hit his wife with my scooter. Wants five grand."
A young man polishing a cleaver slowly turned. "How much?"
Old Man Gao’s bravado vanished. No audience, no cameras. His voice shrank. "Just... a little something. It was an accident."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
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."
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?!
