Fang Zhiyi received no news. Little Hei remained a round ball, seemingly still affected by that heavenly lightning strike. Fang Zhiyi didn’t disturb it.
However, while heading to the martial arts school to teach his students, Fang Zhiyi noticed an old man standing at the entrance.
"Looking for someone? Or here to apply for a job?" Fang Zhiyi didn’t dare underestimate elderly figures—in this world of martial arts, age didn’t equate to weakness.
The old man didn’t speak, only turning to stare fixedly at him.
A strange, indescribable sensation instantly flooded Fang Zhiyi’s entire being.
"An enemy? An assassin?" Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Just as he prepared to act, the old man abruptly turned and walked away, his steps resolute.
Fang Zhiyi stood frozen for a moment. Old Lan happened to emerge with a few students and, seeing his expression, asked, "Headmaster? What’s wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them, then pointed behind him. "That old man just now—huh?" In the brief moment he turned his head, the old man had vanished.
Old Lan looked around. "What old man?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Never mind. By the way, tighten security around the school."
Old Lan, maintaining his old habit from his days as a gatekeeper, didn’t ask why—he simply nodded in acknowledgment.
Meanwhile, Lin Muran, relying on his memories, sought out the sects he had controlled in his past life. But none of them acknowledged him. Enraged, he chose to slaughter his way through, venting his resentment.
Through sheer brutality, Lin Muran managed to seize control of a few sects. He had already learned of Fang Zhiyi’s activities and realized his own mistake—this Fang Zhiyi was likely a transmigrator like himself!
The thought only fueled his fury.
Why was Fang Zhiyi allowed to run businesses and schools while he had suffered so much?
Blinded by hatred, Lin Muran couldn’t wait another moment. He gathered his lackeys and marched toward Yang City.
At the same time, Laughing Maitreya’s spies relayed the news to Fang Zhiyi.
"Let him come." Fang Zhiyi’s restaurant was opening today, and he was swamped with work.
Yang City, being the headquarters of Shunfeng Express and home to the martial arts school, had expanded significantly. The streets were far more bustling than before.
Standing outside the city gates with his ragtag followers, Lin Muran took in the sight of the prosperous city, his hatred undisguised.
"Fang Zhiyi! Come out and die!" He was utterly confident. Fang Zhiyi was merely a former left envoy of the demonic sect—after transmigrating, he had probably spent his time dabbling in business. But Lin Muran had endured torment for so long! Now, armed with peerless martial prowess, Fang Zhiyi stood no chance against him.
His voice, infused with inner energy, carried far and wide.
Lin Muran had no patience for a slow search. Along the way, he had come to a realization—since fate had dealt him such a cruel hand, he might as well embrace villainy. The more wicked, the better!
Soon, clamor arose at the city gates.
Lin Muran sneered at the swarming crowd.
When martial arts masters appeared atop the city walls, he felt a hint of pressure.
Then came the sound of hoofbeats behind him.
Lin Muran turned to see a cloud of dust in the distance. As the riders drew closer, their banners became visible.
"Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion." "Hidden Sword Sect." "Five Immortals Sect." "Moonlit Tower."
The elite factions of the martial world had all mobilized!
"Calling for reinforcements?" Lin Muran was first stunned, then his expression twisted into madness.
"Let’s see what else you’ve got!" Without hesitation, he charged toward them, while the crowd at the gates surged forward as well.
Watching the chaos below, Fang Zhiyi finally made his appearance.
Lin Muran, having just knocked back two masters with a single palm strike, seemed to sense something. He looked up, locking eyes with Fang Zhiyi across the distance. Seeing the undisguised disdain and contempt on Fang Zhiyi’s face, Lin Muran went berserk, hacking his way toward the gates.
"See that? What’s the use of martial prowess?" Fang Zhiyi remarked. "A top-tier expert can fight a hundred men, but what about more than a hundred? Blades dull, swords chip, inner energy depletes. The martial world… heh."
The graduates behind him nodded in agreement.
"Why are these people helping us?" Fang Zhiyi quizzed.
Jiang Rou, now dressed more maturely, answered promptly, "Because they all rely on us—Shunfeng delivers their goods, sells their wares, sends their children to our school for training. Some factions even recruit our graduates. Many of them hold shares in Shunfeng." Her eyes brimmed with confidence. "Also, they’ve already signed profit-sharing agreements for the new restaurant."
"The martial world isn’t just about fighting and killing. It’s about human connections, mutual interests. Battles are fought for profit, and profit can be as sharp as any blade." Fang Zhiyi sighed softly. "Consider this your final lesson." The students bowed in respect.
As his words faded, Lin Muran collapsed beneath the city gates. Gritting his teeth, he glared up at Fang Zhiyi, who looked down at him in turn.
This stallion had finally reached his end.
Fang Zhiyi lifted his head. No thunder struck.
With the chaos over, the sects that had submitted to Lin Muran’s tyranny surrendered. Uncharacteristically, Fang Zhiyi didn’t extort them—he simply let them leave. Meanwhile, he arranged for the factions who had aided him to be properly hosted.
He felt exhausted.
As he walked alone toward the outskirts, intending to visit the old campus of Youzhou Martial School, the strange old man reappeared.
But he looked far more aged than before, his face deeply wrinkled. His expression remained blank as he stared fixedly at Fang Zhiyi. That hollow gaze inexplicably unsettled Fang Zhiyi.
Truth be told, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi had long forgotten what fear felt like. The memories of those worlds were etched vividly in his mind—every person he had ever met still whispering in his thoughts, leaving his emotions numb and distant.
Yet this old man before him evoked a long-lost sense of unease.
"Which sect’s master are you?" Fang Zhiyi halted and demanded.
The old man didn’t speak.
Fang Zhiyi scrutinized him closely. Something was off—terribly off.
This old man seemed… lifeless.
Testing the waters, Fang Zhiyi took a step back. The old man didn’t move. Fang Zhiyi turned and bolted. The old man simply stood there, watching him flee with that same hollow stare.
It was a holiday. Aside from He Wugui on duty, everyone else had gone into the city. Seeing Fang Zhiyi arrive, He Wugui grinned, tossed him the gatekeeping duties, and slipped away. He hadn’t seen Mei Ruoxue in ages—last time, he had wanted to adopt her as his granddaughter, but Fang Zhiyi had sternly refused. Not for any particular reason—Fang Zhiyi simply suspected He Wugui was trying to pull rank on him.
Walking through the empty martial arts school, Fang Zhiyi couldn’t help but recall his first day here.
His thoughts drifted far back—to the loyal eunuch who had served him when he was emperor, the carefree monarch who had delegated everything to him, his Daoist companion from the cultivation world…
Until, before the preserved bamboo grove, that familiar figure appeared once more.
The wrinkled old man stood there, staring straight at Fang Zhiyi.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
