"Huh? Host, does that mean we won’t get to see those juicy plotlines anymore?"
"What plotlines?"
"You know, the whole 'you love me but she doesn’t love me, I love her but she loves him' kind of drama."
"You’ve got issues."
At the break of dawn the next day, Fang Zhiyi was jolted awake by the noise outside—his sister-in-law’s voice ringing through the courtyard.
"Xiaoxiao, wipe down these vases, then take your uncle’s books out to sun them. Your aunt’s shoulder just can’t handle the strain."
Hearing the exaggerated tone, Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. This sister-in-law of his was a master of backhanded remarks and loved gaslighting Fang Xiaoxiao, all while playing the saint.
He threw on his clothes and stepped outside to see Fang Xiaoxiao carefully polishing the decorative vases lining the porch with a cloth.
"Xiaoxiao, come here!"
Fang Xiaoxiao scurried over, head bowed.
"Who told you to do this? Got nothing better to do? Come on, we’re going out!"
Fang Xiaoxiao took a nervous step back.
Fang Zhiyi glared. "I’m not selling you off! We’re going shopping—I can’t carry everything alone!"
"Hey, Second Brother, at least let her cook before she goes," Gong Hui interjected anxiously.
Fang Zhiyi turned. "So you’ve been starving all these days she wasn’t here? Get your maid to do it!"
That was the truth—in this household, Fang Xiaoxiao’s status was lower than a servant’s.
As the two walked out, Gong Hui stomped her foot in frustration, then spotted her sister-in-law Lanhua idly munching on sunflower seeds nearby. She forced a smile. "Oh, Second Sister-in-law, up early with nothing to do?"
Lanhua smirked dismissively.
"Xiaocui, go check if the hen in the backyard laid any eggs today. If not, slaughter it for soup," she said pointedly.
Lanhua’s face darkened. A hen that didn’t lay eggs—wasn’t that a dig at her?
But she had to save face. Muttering curses under her breath, she stormed back inside.
The sound of objects being thrown brought a satisfied smile to Gong Hui’s lips as she walked away. Meanwhile, in the study nearby, Fang Wenrui observed the scene before burying himself back in his treasured books.
"Four fried cakes, four youtiao, and two bowls of soy milk."
Fang Zhiyi plopped down at the breakfast stall and waved at Fang Xiaoxiao, who was still standing. "Sit!"
Fang Xiaoxiao perched gingerly on the edge of the stool.
"You want an egg?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Fang Xiaoxiao wasn’t sure if he was talking to her and stayed silent.
Fang Zhiyi sighed inwardly. "I’m asking you!"
"N-no, I’m fine," she stammered, waving her hands.
"Great, then you’re having one."
Fang Xiaoxiao blinked. Was her uncle’s hearing failing?
When the food arrived, she still hesitated.
"Eat!" Fang Zhiyi urged, and she finally took small, cautious bites.
"Hurry up. After this, we’re buying you new clothes. What kind of rags are you wearing?"
"Uncle, are you... taking me to meet a suitor?" Fang Xiaoxiao’s voice shrank to a whisper. If he was treating her and buying clothes, surely he meant to marry her off.
Fang Zhiyi paused, then waved impatiently. "Suitors? Bullshit! Don’t believe me? Fine—I, Fang Zhiyi, swear: if I force you to marry against your will, may I die a wretched death!"
His voice carried, drawing stares from nearby diners. But one look from Fang Zhiyi sent them all ducking their heads. Everyone knew the Fang family’s second son was a troublemaker best left alone.
Fang Xiaoxiao relaxed slightly but still asked, "Then... why buy me clothes?"
"To wear!" Fang Zhiyi grumbled through a mouthful of fried cake, unimpressed by the taste.
Soon, they were strolling through the market. He bought Fang Xiaoxiao two new outfits, a bolt of fabric, and some sewing supplies.
On their way back, he even picked up rouge and powder for her. "Here. You’re grown now—if you want to dress up, go ahead."
Fang Xiaoxiao was stunned. What was her uncle planning?
In truth, Fang Zhiyi had used the shopping trip as cover to inspect the family’s shops. Business was poor across the board. After their grandmother’s death, two shops went to his eldest brother Fang Wenrui, two to him, one to the fourth brother, and one supposedly reserved for Fang Xiaoxiao—though Gong Hui controlled it in practice.
By the time they returned home, Fang Zhiyi had a clear picture.
This world wasn’t like his last two lives—one where he commanded armies, the other where he was a sect leader. Here, he’d have to build his fortune from scratch.
As they entered the courtyard, the maid Xiaocui, sweeping the ground, greeted him sweetly: "Second Master."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Xiaocui glanced at Fang Xiaoxiao—dressed worse than a servant—and sneered before resuming her work.
Fang Xiaoxiao, used to such treatment, moved to leave when Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned back.
"Xiaocui, having eye trouble?"
Xiaocui blinked. "Second Master, my eyes are fine."
"Doesn’t look like it to me."
Xiaocui froze, unsure what the volatile second master was getting at.
Fang Zhiyi’s voice boomed: "Are you blind or mute, not greeting the young lady when she walks in?!"
Xiaocui jumped. "Y-young lady."
Fang Xiaoxiao stood dumbfounded before nodding belatedly. "Xiaocui."
"Don’t mind her." Fang Zhiyi didn’t even look back as he led Fang Xiaoxiao to his quarters.
Spotting the new clothes, the previously languid Lanhua sprang up. "You devil! Finally buying me something!" She reached for them, shoving Fang Xiaoxiao aside.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes flashed. "Get your hands off!"
Lanhua recoiled. "What’s your problem?"
"Those are Fang Xiaoxiao’s clothes. Want some? Go buy your own!"
Lanhua gaped at him, then at Fang Xiaoxiao, before exploding. "You bought clothes for this little bitch? Was she naked? I’ll show you naked!" She lunged at Fang Xiaoxiao, who instinctively covered her head.
But Fang Zhiyi caught Lanhua’s wrist mid-swing.
"Touch her, and I’ll break your arm. Try me."
Lanhua paled at his ferocity, yanking her hand back. "Fang! What the hell is this?!"
Fang Zhiyi helped Fang Xiaoxiao up. "I’ve no children of my own. From now on, Xiaoxiao is my daughter." He paused. "I discussed it with Third Sister in a dream." The mention of the supernatural lent weight to his words.
Lanhua’s eyes darted around before her face twisted with rage. "So you’re blaming me for not giving you a son? Fine! I never wanted this marriage anyway! Your whole family’s against me! I’m leaving!" She began haphazardly bundling her belongings into a bedsheet.
"Auntie..." Fang Xiaoxiao, still reeling from Fang Zhiyi’s declaration, tried to stop her.
"Let her go!" Fang Zhiyi barked.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
