"One tael of silver to deliver to Luoyang? Is this for real?"
"I've been wanting to send something to my family, but escort agencies are too expensive. Can this 'Shunfeng Express' really do it?"
Jiang Rou repeated what Fang Zhiyi had taught her: "No deception, folks—none at all! Grand opening special—first batch of customers get a 70% discount!"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, most still hesitant. Mei Ruoxue then spoke up: "Also, Shunfeng Express now offers an insurance policy! It’s a safety guarantee for your deliveries."
"Delivery insurance? What’s that?" The murmurs grew louder.
Jiang Rou raised her hands to quiet them. "It’s simple. Take you, auntie," she said, pointing to a woman in front. "Say you’re sending a set of clothes to your son in the capital. The delivery fee is fifty coins, and the clothes are worth a string of cash. If you’re worried about bandits stealing them or the goods getting damaged, you can buy insurance at Jushan Bank. If anything happens, the bank will compensate you! Got it? Applause!"
Silence.
Jiang Rou and Mei Ruoxue exchanged awkward glances, their eyes darting to the back where Fang Zhiyi was chatting with a portly man.
A few seconds later.
"I get it! This sounds great!" someone suddenly shouted. "I’ve got things to send! Right here!"
The two girls lit up and immediately started taking orders, the scene quickly heating up.
"Can you only deliver to Luoyang right now?" someone asked. Zhao Yang, handling registrations, smiled in response: "We’ve just opened, so many routes aren’t available yet. But we’ll expand soon!"
A few looked disappointed, but many still signed up for deliveries to Luoyang, including merchants testing the waters.
Laughing Maitreya watched the registrations and grinned at Fang Zhiyi. "Left Envoy."
Fang Zhiyi waved him off. "I’m not the Left Envoy anymore."
Laughing Maitreya chuckled. "Then how about 'Brother Fang'?"
"Brother Fang, I’ve already notified our contacts in Luoyang. What else do you need me to do?" He’d spent days pondering Fang Zhiyi’s venture and saw endless profit rolling in.
"Plenty. For the first run, pick some skilled men to follow discreetly."
Laughing Maitreya agreed without hesitation. Watching the two girls, he asked, "Planning to have them manage the escort business?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "Train them. I’m lazy. Unless you’d rather stand there yourself?"
Laughing Maitreya burst into laughter, waving his hands dismissively.
Thanks to the low prices, they soon filled a cart with goods—some merchants even sent small batches of tea, though Fang Zhiyi knew they were just testing the service.
The cart trundled along the road.
"Do you know the risks of this business?" Fang Zhiyi asked. He had to oversee the first delivery personally.
The studious Jiang Rou answered first: "Long distances, wild beasts, and bandits."
At the mention of bandits, the young warriors scoffed. Bandits were just stronger commoners—even their best fighters were amateurs.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "And competitors."
Just then, torches flared ahead.
"During our opening, I told you to observe carefully. What did you see?" He had high hopes for these handpicked recruits—he was sorely short on manpower.
Jiang Rou thought for a moment. "Hesitant townsfolk, curious officials, merchants calculating profits, and a few martial artists lurking in the crowd with dark expressions."
Fang Zhiyi nodded approvingly.
"Only competitors harbor pure hatred." Escort agencies had rules—registering with officials was easy (just pay), but the real challenge was gaining approval from rivals. Fang Zhiyi had skipped that step.
Little Hei, scouting ahead, reported that disguised competitors were blocking the road.
Fang Zhiyi saw an opportunity.
They knew a new escort agency had opened in Yangcheng, but they didn’t grasp its core innovation.
"This road is ours, these trees we planted! To pass through here, leave your riches!" The classic bandit spiel.
Fang Zhiyi signaled the cart to stop and continued lecturing: "Traditional agencies charge high fees and offer poor security, so why are they still in business?"
Though nervous, the students stayed calm with Fang Zhiyi nearby.
"Because ordinary folks can’t fight bandits?" one ventured.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Most of this route to Luoyang follows official roads. Bandits exist, but they stick to dense forests. The truth? If merchants or wealthy families try to save money by transporting goods themselves, agencies send men disguised as bandits to rob them—forcing them to hire escorts."
The group froze.
Mei Ruoxue clenched her fists. "That’s despicable!"
Fang Zhiyi studied his adopted daughter, relieved. "Good, she hasn’t been exposed to transmigrators. Still a normal kid." Under his and He Wugui’s guidance, she’d grown steadily. That’s why he’d brought her—he didn’t want her hiding in the mountains forever.
As masked men closed in, Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Learn well. The martial world isn’t just about challenging masters or shouting about justice. It’s not just fighting—it’s everywhere. Among commoners, merchants, escorts… wherever there are people, there’s the martial world."
"You—get down here!" The leader swung his weapon, a sickle on a chain, impatient with Fang Zhiyi’s rambling.
Fang Zhiyi sidestepped effortlessly, catching the chain mid-air.
"Of course, might makes right—but it’s exhausting." Still lecturing, he tugged lightly, sending a tremor through the man’s arm. The sickle clattered to the ground.
"Blocking my way? You got a death wish?" Fang Zhiyi’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.
The man gaped, then snarled. "Attack! Leave none alive!"
"What are you waiting for? Perfect training opportunity." Fang Zhiyi’s tone was casual. The youths snapped to action.
"Your hands! Did Lu Zhaoran teach you nothing? Dodging isn’t blocking—you think you’ve mastered Iron Shirt?"
"Why withdraw your sword? Is that a fire poker? He’s trying to kill you!"
"Behind you! Is this all He Wugui taught?"
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."
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.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
