Prince Huai was startled by Fang Zhiyi's blunt criticism. He glanced furtively at the Old Emperor above, who was currently chatting amiably with his sons, appearing benevolent and kind.
"With your attitude, you’ll end up dead by imperial decree one day and still be clueless about why," Fang Zhiyi said, exasperated. "What the Emperor fears most are capable officials who show no ambition. If you don’t ask for rewards, what else could you want? The throne beneath him?"
Prince Huai paled. "Don’t say such reckless things!"
"At least you still have some sense of fear."
Standing in his newly granted estate—a far grander residence than his previous one—Prince Huai felt uneasy amid the maids and servants the Emperor had also bestowed upon him.
"Prince Huai, Prince Huai!" A gatekeeper hurried in.
"Yes?"
"There’s a man at the gate claiming to be Feng Yusheng’s attendant, asking to see you," the servant reported.
"Oh, I see—" Prince Huai began to move, but Fang Zhiyi cut in sharply, "Tell him to get lost. No audience."
Prince Huai froze.
Fang Zhiyi pressed, "Do you still want to be with your dear Luo Luo or not?"
Without hesitation, Prince Huai ordered, "Tell him to get lost! No audience!" Not that he had any fondness for Feng Yusheng to begin with.
The servant bowed and left.
Outside, the haughty page boy, upon hearing the dismissive reply, was stunned. "What? Did you even deliver my message properly? My master is Feng Yusheng!"
"Who cares about your ‘wind and rain’ nonsense? Get lost!" the servant snapped.
Humiliated, the page boy clenched his fists. Even the princes treated him with courtesy—how dare this Prince Huai dismiss him so rudely? One military victory and he forgets his place?
When the page boy didn’t move, the servant shoved him. "Scram!" Enraged, the boy lashed out with a punch, sending the servant flying, blood spurting from his mouth.
"Oh no, I overdid it… Master will scold me for sure!" Panicked, the page boy turned to flee.
Hearing the commotion outside, Prince Huai grew restless, but before he could act, another servant rushed in. "That visitor attacked and killed the gatekeeper!"
"What?!" Prince Huai was aghast. He’d merely refused an audience, and the man resorted to murder?
"Isn’t the City Patrol under your command? Order his arrest!" Fang Zhiyi urged, equally shocked. Anyone who killed so casually was no ordinary troublemaker.
"Right!" On matters like this, Prince Huai didn’t hesitate. Murder was murder.
A chaotic scene unfolded in the marketplace as officers chased a slender young man, who overturned vendor stalls to slow his pursuers. Whether it worked or not, he infuriated half the street in the process.
With the crowd joining the chase, the boy injured several more people in his desperation.
As he dashed into an alley, a metal rod suddenly swung at his face. He ducked—only to tumble straight into a large bird-catching net. Thrashing was useless; a few hard strikes to his limbs forced him to shield his head and submit.
"Murder, public disturbance, resisting arrest, and injuring multiple people—you’ve got quite the nerve, brat!" a patrol soldier sneered. The boy spat curses, but the soldiers, unlike the cautious officers, responded with brutal efficiency. One struck his knee with a sickening crack, leaving him pale and writhing as they dragged him away.
In the Shuntian Prefecture hall, the portly Prefect glared at the sweat-drenched, defiant youth. "So you’re the one who turned the city upside down today?"
The boy stayed silent.
"Fine, keep quiet. The evidence is overwhelming—you’re sentenced to immediate execution!" the Prefect roared. Mishandling this case could cost him his job.
By the time Feng Yusheng rushed over upon hearing the news, his attendant Xu Man'er was already locked in the dungeon.
"How could this happen?!" He stood frozen. Prince Huai’s recent actions had baffled him, prompting this visit—only to lose his most trusted aide.
"Master, should we seek help from the princes?" an elderly servant whispered.
Feng Yusheng shook his head after a pause. "Too late." The Prefect had already closed the case and forwarded the documents.
He needed to reassess. How had things spiraled so far? First, Fang Zhiyi didn’t return to the capital alone. Then, Prince Huai bypassed Princess Xialuo to see the Emperor first. Now he was accepting rewards—everything had veered from Feng Yusheng’s plans.
That same day, imperial enforcers arrived at his doorstep. The Emperor, furious that violence had erupted at Prince Huai’s newly gifted estate, demanded a full investigation. The princes intervened, and Feng Yusheng barely smoothed things over with hefty compensation—though it left him seething.
Late that night, Princess Xialuo whispered, "System, is Prince Huai a reincarnator?"
"Scanning… No anomalies detected. Prince Huai remains Prince Huai," the voice in her head replied.
"I wanted to help Brother Yusheng clear his family’s name, but now Xu Man'er is dead…" She bit her lip. Xu Man'er had always been kind, guarding her shop from prying eyes.
"Don’t worry, Host! With me here, nothing will go wrong!" the system chirped.
"Prince Huai is a complete fool! Handsome, yes, but brainless. I considered keeping him as a backup, but he’s not even worth that now!" she fumed.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi watched Prince Huai’s excitement with amusement. The prince could barely sleep, thrilled at the prospect of seeing Princess Xialuo the next day—though he oddly struggled to recall her face.
At the soap shop the following afternoon, Prince Huai gazed tenderly at the figure he’d longed for.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes, however, locked onto the eyeball-like object perched on Princess Xialuo’s shoulder.
"A system?" he mused.
At the same moment, alerted by her system, Princess Xialuo spotted Prince Huai. Her expression shifted instantly. "Brother Zhiyi!" she cried, dashing toward him.
"I missed you so much! Did you bring me any gifts?"
Fang Zhiyi echoed the words in Prince Huai’s mind verbatim, freezing the prince in place.
"Nothing? Hmph, I’m upset now."
Again, the exact same script.
"Look at you, so silly! I’m just teasing—having you back is gift enough."
Prince Huai nearly lost his composure. If not for Princess Xialuo’s presence, he’d have demanded if Fang Zhiyi could read minds.
"Basic stuff, really. You haven’t seen true mastery," Fang Zhiyi replied modestly, anticipating the question.
This instantly dampened much of Prince Huai's excitement.
He couldn't help but recall the stories about "backup options" and "simping" that the other version of himself had recounted during the journey back to the capital—was he really acting like a simp?
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
