Wang Xiaoqiang finally chose to commit suicide by turning on the gas after repeated blows in life. However, due to either lack of experience or the watchful eyes of a "good Samaritan," he was saved—only to end up completely paralyzed. For the first time since Fang Zhiyi, he felt true terror. Staring at his motionless body, Wang Xiaoqiang seemed to see his grandmother reflected in his helpless state.
Fang Zhiyi had been a ruffian all his life, yet in his later years, he published a few books.
"Those Years I Was a Hoodlum."
"Endless Chaos."
Only a handful knew how many underground factions he had crushed.
But none of that mattered anymore.
"Little Hei, you said you came here because you sensed an intense wish energy?"
Little Hei puffed out his chest. "Yes!"
Fang Zhiyi gave him a once-over. "You’ve grown. Definitely grown."
Little Hei scratched his head sheepishly. "So, Host, shall we go?"
"Let’s go."
Fang Zhiyi, the "Ghost-Faced Asura," was once the infamous Left Envoy of the Demonic Sect. He had loved someone unattainable—Mei Lanzhu, who had left the sect early to marry an ordinary man. When Fang Zhiyi heard rumors of enemies seeking revenge on her, he rushed to intervene. But he was too late. All he found at the scene was a delicate, jade-like infant girl. Recognizing the familiar jade pendant around her neck, Fang Zhiyi resolved to raise her as his own.
To ensure Mei Ruoxue’s safety, Fang Zhiyi withdrew from the martial world. Though he was occasionally tracked down, he repeatedly retreated, relocating with Mei Ruoxue each time.
Years passed, and Mei Ruoxue grew into a young woman—kind-hearted to a fault.
Every day, she brought home injured creatures: wild rabbits, trapped fawns, even birds.
Fang Zhiyi indulged her, believing a gentle spirit was no flaw. As long as he lived, he’d shield her from harm.
But one day, Mei Ruoxue returned with a half-dead boy in her arms!
Fang Zhiyi was stunned, yet he agreed to treat the boy under her pleading gaze. However, lacking medical skill, he failed. The boy drew his last breath—or so it seemed. Just as Fang Zhiyi pondered how to break the news to Mei Ruoxue, the lifeless body gasped back to life.
Unbeknownst to Fang Zhiyi, the boy was no longer Lin Muran. A soul from another world had seized the corpse, reviving what should have been a dead vessel.
Lin Muran, once an overworked laborer, had died at his desk from exhaustion. Waking to a stranger’s face, he panicked—then thrilled at the realization: he’d transmigrated!
Upon seeing Mei Ruoxue, Lin Muran’s mind flooded with schemes. But Fang Zhiyi’s presence kept him in check. Once, he coaxed Mei Ruoxue into playing a "little game." Just as she agreed, Fang Zhiyi barged in. Only her intervention spared Lin Muran, who fled.
Vengeful, Lin Muran retaliated by spreading Fang Zhiyi’s whereabouts. Soon, waves of challengers, avengers, and self-righteous "evil-purgers" came knocking.
Fang Zhiyi found these people quite annoying, but fortunately, his martial arts skills were formidable. However, he was unaware that Mei Ruoxue had developed unusual feelings for Lin Muran and had secretly slipped away amidst the chaos.
Having traveled through time, Lin Muran naturally sought to learn martial arts. Once he mastered it, he vowed to beat Fang Zhiyi to a pulp and then humiliate him in every way imaginable. His fantasies were grand, but reality was harsh—every sect guarded its martial arts secrets closely. Who would teach a complete stranger, let alone a brash young man?
Lin Muran resorted to stealing techniques, but he was caught in the act and chased relentlessly until he accidentally tumbled off a cliff. No one expected to find Dugu Yin, a former dynasty’s master, now crippled and living in seclusion at the cliff’s base. With his days numbered, Dugu Yin chose to impart all his knowledge to Lin Muran.
Once trained, Lin Muran immediately set out to roam the martial world. It was during this time that he stumbled upon Mei Ruoxue, who had been abducted by human traffickers. Naturally, he rescued her, and their reunion was filled with overwhelming emotion.
Lin Muran was even more thrilled—after all, he had secured the first member of his harem!
From then on, Lin Muran’s story truly began. He encountered countless beauties, stumbled into numerous adventures, and gradually rose to become a top-tier young master, humiliating everyone who had ever looked down on him.
By this point, he was surrounded by all kinds of women—a dashing female warrior, a delicate songstress, the Holy Maiden of the Five Immortals Sect… Mei Ruoxue, however, grew disillusioned and chose to leave in search of her adoptive father, Fang Zhiyi.
Lin Muran was furious when he discovered Mei Ruoxue’s departure. He might not want her anymore, but he would never allow a member of his harem to abandon him!
Thus, Lin Muran leveraged his influence to convene the first-ever Martial Arts Alliance Conference, where he publicly denounced Fang Zhiyi’s crimes and rallied the martial world to hunt him down.
It wasn’t fear that drove him—it was ambition. Fang Zhiyi, the former Left Envoy of the Demon Sect, was the perfect scapegoat. And given how Fang Zhiyi had treated him in the past, he deserved to die!
Just as Fang Zhiyi and Mei Ruoxue reunited, Lin Muran arrived with the united forces of the martial world. Surrounded, Fang Zhiyi remained unshaken—he had faced such scenarios many times during his days in the Demon Sect.
Yet, even he couldn’t withstand their relentless assault. He died before Mei Ruoxue’s eyes.
Mei Ruoxue immediately tried to take her own life, but she failed. Instead, Lin Muran saved her—and miraculously, she lost her memory! From then on, she willingly remained part of his harem.
Years passed, and Lin Muran became the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, truly unifying the martial world.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi had long since turned to dust on the road of Lin Muran’s rise.
After reading this plot, Fang Zhiyi fell silent for a long time.
"Host?"
"Is this guy some kind of playboy? I counted—he has over thirty women in his harem???" Fang Zhiyi touched his waist. "Does martial arts training strengthen the kidneys??"
Little Hei didn’t respond. Its body trembled faintly for some reason, though Fang Zhiyi didn’t notice.
Just then, a clear, youthful voice called out, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Fang Zhiyi looked up to see a girl in an emerald-green dress running toward him. "Daddy! Look, I found a little rabbit! Help me save it!"
Staring blankly at the rabbit in her hands, Fang Zhiyi tilted his head before nodding. "Alright! Leave it to me!"
He reached out and took the rabbit, while Mei Ruoxue watched anxiously.
Fang Zhiyi told her to go play for a while—it wouldn’t take long—then slipped into the kitchen.
Though not particularly skilled, his martial arts training helped him quickly butcher and chop the rabbit into pieces. He rummaged through the kitchen for seasonings.
"Coarse salt... what’s this? Cilantro?" The selection was pitiful, but at least there were dried chili peppers and lard.
Fang Zhiyi started a fire and began stir-frying, grumbling as he liberally tossed in the spices. Before long, a rich aroma filled the air, even drawing Mei Ruoxue back from her play.
She peeked inside. "Papa, what smells so good?"
Fang Zhiyi waved her off. "Go wait outside. Dinner’s almost ready."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
host is extracting the Celestial Bone of the Destiny's Female Lead! The Destiny's Great Villain System has successfully bound!] Mo Tianxiao: "Destiny's Great Villain? Me?" Looking at the radiant Celestial Bone in his hand and the beautiful woman lying on the bed, Mo Tianxiao felt somewhat confused. How could he, a law-abiding citizen, become a villain? Mo Tianxiao: "Fine, villain it is then. With the system here, even a Chosen One isn't unbeatable." [Ding! Detected 18,653 Chosen Ones in this world. Please seize the destiny of all protagonists to become the true Destiny's Great Villain!] Mo Tianxiao: "Seize how many?! What kind of lousy great villain is this? I'm a perfectly good citizen!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
