Granny Wang had gone out to buy groceries; otherwise, Fang Zhiyi would have definitely taken action against her.
"My grandma said it! I'm only twelve—killing someone isn’t a crime for me!" Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing the crowd growing and Fang Zhiyi not making a move, grew increasingly bold. "Stop yelling like that, or I’ll chop you up with a kitchen knife!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Father Li, who had now positioned himself behind him, and said to Little Hei, "This is where the true value of your ability lies."
Little Hei understood immediately. Father Li froze for a couple of seconds, then glared at Wang Xiaoqiang with bloodshot eyes—the boy who was still clutching his daughter and hurling threats.
"A worthless girl... Ow!" Father Li punched Wang Xiaoqiang square in the face, then pulled Li Tiantian behind him before raining down blows on the boy.
He had never been in a fight before, but as a father—one who had already lost a daughter once—he had to unleash his fury.
"Xiaoqiang!" The mother of Wang Xiaoqiang finally sprang into action after her son was beaten, but the next moment, Fang Zhiyi kicked her in the back of the knee. "Try anything, and I’ll end you."
Wang Xiaoqiang lay curled on the ground, covering his head motionless. Exhausted, Father Li turned and hugged the terrified Li Tiantian, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What in the world is going on here?" Granny Wang returned, carrying a bag of wilted vegetables, only to see her son and daughter-in-law kneeling downstairs. Fang Zhiyi turned his head and sneered, "What’s wrong? I beat up your grandson, your son, and your daughter-in-law. You want a turn too?"
Granny Wang was stunned. She looked up and saw Li Tiantian being carried downstairs by her parents, while a bruised and battered Wang Xiaoqiang struggled to his feet, shouting recklessly, "Hit me, and I’ll burn all of you alive! Every last one of you will die!" He pointed at everyone gathered below.
The onlookers paled.
Granny Wang shrieked and bolted upstairs.
Someone called the police, and Old Yu arrived first. Fang Zhiyi handed over the full recording of the incident. After exchanging a glance with Old Yu, Fang Zhiyi took full responsibility: "I was the one who hit them. Can’t a man stand up for what’s right?"
Old Yu sighed inwardly—how could you have beaten them up from downstairs while filming?—but he played along. "You’re coming with me. And you lot too!" He motioned for the Wang family to follow.
Father Li stepped forward, but Fang Zhiyi shook his head slightly, glancing at Li Tiantian hiding behind him.
Father Li froze, watching as Fang Zhiyi was taken away.
But this time, perhaps because Wang Xiaoqiang’s threats had alarmed everyone, people began speaking up for Fang Zhiyi—one, then two, then three.
If only they had stepped forward back then, the fate of Li Tiantian’s family wouldn’t have turned out this way.
Fang Zhiyi strolled into the police station like it was home. He was placed in solitary confinement, much to the Wang family’s satisfaction—after all, no matter how tough he acted, he was still a criminal here.
What they didn’t know was that Fang Zhiyi, in his cell, was happily devouring a boxed meal and sipping tea, even offering critiques between bites.
Section Chief Zhang watched him wolf down the food. "I don’t get you. You’ve climbed the ranks, yet you still eat like you’re starving?"
"Starving? More like drowning in paperwork! Balancing the books, keeping my men in line, dealing with those bastards, and that boss of ours..." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
"The loan company’s records show shady money trails. My guess? Well, you know."
Section Chief Zhang took the paper, frowning as he studied it.
"That guy’s slick—he’s covered his tracks. Don’t think I’ve been slacking on reporting either. I suspect there’s a mole around me. But today’s setup was perfect—getting arrested gives me a legit reason to report to you. Clever, huh?"
The two discussed matters for a while.
When Fang Zhiyi was released, the Wang family protested loudly. But Fang Zhiyi pointed at them and sneered, "Lock me up for a day, and I’ll camp outside your door for a day. Lock me up for ten, and I’ll break your grandson’s legs!"
Granny Wang fell silent, and Old Yu only gave a half-hearted order for Fang Zhiyi to shut up.
Fang Zhiyi and the Wang family returned to the neighborhood one after the other. Granny Wang, fuming at the gawking crowd, barely got a few curses out before Mother Li—usually so gentle—grabbed her by the collar and slapped her twice across the face!
Granny Wang stood dumbfounded.
"You—"
Fang Zhiyi, lounging on the stairs, drawled, "I did it. Anyone see otherwise?"
Two of his lackeys, still freeloading at the Gao Family, chimed in, "We’ll testify—Brother Fang beat her."
Neighbors outside echoed, "Yeah, we saw it too."
Mother Li shot Fang Zhiyi a grateful look before jabbing a finger at Granny Wang. "If that little bastard of yours ever comes near my daughter again, I’ll slaughter your whole family!"
Fang Zhiyi stood and clapped. "And I’ll take the blame for it."
Granny Wang didn’t know who to lash out at. Fang Zhiyi leaned in with a chilling grin, his gaze locked onto Wang Xiaoqiang like a vengeful ghost.
Wang Xiaoqiang screamed and bolted for home, Granny Wang scrambling after him, shouting, "You’ll pay for this!"
"I’ll be waiting. Remember—every time I get locked up, your grandson loses a limb. First the right leg, then the left, then the left arm... uh..."
One of his lackeys piped up, "Fourth time’s the right arm."
Fang Zhiyi shot him a glare. "No kidding. You hoping I go back in, huh?"
Father Li and Mother Li brought Li Tiantian over to thank Fang Zhiyi. If not for his intervention, Li Tiantian might not have survived.
The couple stared at Fang Zhiyi intently, as if trying to unravel his secrets.
Fang Zhiyi waved them off. "Don’t look at me like that. I just got a second chance, that’s all..."
He headed upstairs, his two lackeys trailing behind, pestering him. "Boss, what’d you get? Show us!"
Fang Zhiyi decided then and there—once this was over, he’d send these idiots back to school.
With this incident, Li Tiantian would be watched closely by her family, and Wang Xiaoqiang had lost his power to cause trouble.
But Fang Zhiyi wasn’t done with him.
Three days later, Wang Xiaoqiang, mostly recovered, ventured out for fun—Granny Wang’s nagging at home was unbearable. As he reached the bike shed, he spotted Fang Zhiyi, who flashed him a grin.
Wang Xiaoqiang’s heart raced. He glanced around—no one else was there. But there was a security camera above Fang Zhiyi, the only one in the complex.
He relaxed slightly. If Fang Zhiyi hit him on camera, Granny Wang would sue him into oblivion!
But then—Fang Zhiyi hurled a stone upward. The camera jerked sideways, knocked out of position.
And then, Fang Zhiyi pulled out a metal plate.
Wang Xiaoqiang’s mind went blank.
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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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."
