Feng Yusheng froze for a moment, then spoke word by word: "I demand justice for the Zhong Family..."
"Justice? Hah. While you were waiting, King Zhennan and Marquis of Yuexi's loyalist armies were already marching here. For the sake of your so-called apology, are you willing to let hundreds of thousands of brothers lose their heads?" Fang Zhiyi ignored him and turned to his deputy. "Issue the order!"
The deputy immediately straightened his back. Throughout the journey, he had harbored many doubts, but seeing Prince Huai's resolute expression, he had never voiced them. Now, Prince Huai finally spoke.
"The Emperor has shot and killed our Marshal Feng Yusheng! Brothers, avenge our marshal!"
Feng Yusheng was stunned. "What are you doing?!"
Fang Zhiyi smirked sinisterly. "The brothers risked their lives following you, and now you want to back out? Then they can just as easily take your head and keep going." With that, he waved his hand.
Several deputies closed in, wailing, "Marshal, your death was so tragic!"
Upon hearing the news, the army attacked even more fiercely. The Old Emperor, who had ascended the city walls, did not see the second son of the Zhong Family but instead encountered Prince Huai, Fang Zhiyi.
"Prince Huai! I treated you well! Why rebel?!"
Fang Zhiyi muttered under his breath, "It's not like I wanted to rebel. If I said I was possessed, would you believe me?"
But a moment later, he declared, "Your Majesty, you’ve grown old. It’s time to abdicate. Your paranoia worsens by the day—this subject fears he may one day perish under your suspicions." This wasn’t entirely baseless; given Prince Huai’s original temperament, death would have come sooner or later.
"Traitor! Traitor!"
Fang Zhiyi offered no further reply, only directing his men to press the assault.
By that evening, the inner city had fallen as well. When the Deposed Crown Prince received the news, he stood dumbfounded in the courtyard where he had been confined, unsure of what to feel.
Then a group of soldiers pushed open the gates. At their head, Prince Huai knelt on one knee before him and proclaimed, "Prince Huai, Fang Zhiyi, humbly requests the Crown Prince’s ascension to the throne!"
The men behind him echoed the cry.
The Crown Prince was stunned. Prince Huai? Did they even have any connection?
"Your Highness, please proceed to Wude Hall for your coronation," Fang Zhiyi urged again.
And so, the Crown Prince found himself bewilderedly ascending the throne. Fang Zhiyi had already weighed the options—among the imperial princes, only the Crown Prince was fit to rule. He had a reputation for benevolence, though he was somewhat of a libertine.
With the Crown Prince now the new Emperor, the loyalist armies lost their purpose. Upon receiving the order to withdraw, they could only turn back.
When Feng Yusheng awoke, he found himself lying in a vast palace chamber. Memories of what had happened before his unconsciousness flooded back, and rage surged within him. But before he could speak, a hoarse voice sounded from the shadows nearby.
"Awake?"
Feng Yusheng’s entire body stiffened.
As the gaunt, aged face emerged from the darkness, his heart swirled with panic, fury, and shock.
"It’s you."
The two engaged in a "cordial" discussion regarding the unresolved matters of the Zhong Family. However, the Old Emperor, having nothing left to lose, refused to apologize, leaving Feng Yusheng seething.
At least he wasn’t alone—Princess Xialuo was also brought in.
The two exchanged silent glances. Princess Xialuo couldn’t comprehend why her powerful control talisman had failed, nor why her system had suddenly vanished.
The only sound in the palace was the Old Emperor’s mad laughter.
Servants delivered meals to their door daily, so starvation wasn’t a concern, but the days dragged on unbearably. Having consumed a supreme medicinal pill, Feng Yusheng’s health remained robust—he couldn’t even fall ill if he tried. Worse still, Princess Xialuo clung to him relentlessly.
A hopeless romantic, Princess Xialuo eventually stopped obsessing over her missing system. As long as she could stay with the male lead, she was content. She was certain he would stage a comeback—he had to. And the system would surely return.
Then, one night, the Old Emperor died.
The mad laughter ceased, leaving the palace even more desolate.
After the initial passion faded, Princess Xialuo began to miss her system. It was supposed to be a transmigration conquest system, allowing her to travel through worlds and pursue male leads. Why had it disappeared?
With the Old Emperor’s death, Feng Yusheng realized he had lost his chance to demand justice for his family. The mastermind was gone, and he grew increasingly withdrawn.
Princess Xialuo started babbling nonsense, speaking words he couldn’t understand. He paid her no mind. Though he was grateful to her, gratitude was all he felt.
A year later, at Prince Huai’s request, the two were released and cast back into the common world, left to their own devices.
They never saw Prince Huai again.
"Brother, do you think the Emperor will leave me alone now that I’ve voluntarily surrendered my military power?" Prince Huai fiddled with a birdcage while rambling.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Probably." After a pause, he added, "Well… most likely."
Who knew if this Emperor would grow to resemble his father?
Little Hei had filled Fang Zhiyi in on the original plot.
In the original timeline, Feng Yusheng manipulated the princes into scheming against one another. Eventually, he used Princess Xialuo and Prince Huai Fang Zhiyi’s forces to stage a rebellion. After breaching the outer city, he ordered a halt, demanding the Emperor exonerate the Zhong Family.
Following a war of words, the Emperor finally admitted his wrongdoing. Satisfied, Feng Yusheng left—abandoning the two to three hundred thousand rebel soldiers.
The Old Emperor later settled scores. Prince Huai Fang Zhiyi and a host of other generals were imprisoned, nearly all executed come autumn.
Only Princess Xialuo escaped unscathed, having secured an imperial decree for her marriage to Feng Yusheng. The two happily retreated into seclusion.
"Conclusion: This world revolves around romance, huh?" Fang Zhiyi chuckled. Gradually, he detached from Prince Huai’s body. The prince continued muttering, "What about that young lady from yesterday? I’ve inquired—she’s Minister Li’s daughter. My heart’s fluttering again..."
Fang Zhiyi gazed at the foolish Prince Huai and smiled faintly. "Little Hei, when can I go back?"
Little Hei’s bloated form, writhing midair, suddenly stilled.
"You want to return?"
Fang Zhiyi met its gaze. "Yes."
"Why?" Little Hei sounded puzzled.
Fang Zhiyi laughed. "My mind holds too many memories. I’ve witnessed dynasty after dynasty, and the emotions that once defined me are fading. I also feel… something foreign growing within me."
Little Hei twisted uneasily.
"And, Little Hei—what exactly are you?" Fang Zhiyi asked again.
Instead of answering, Little Hei replied in an odd tone, "Must you return? You’ll regret it."
Though Fang Zhiyi’s face showed no mirth, he let out a dry laugh. "Nothing drags a person through world after world without reason. I’ve said that before, haven’t I? Feels like a long time ago."
A strange light flickered across Little Hei’s body as its voice shifted.
"Are you… certain? You might die."
Fang Zhiyi seemed to have anticipated this. "Die? I’ve died many times already—once in every world."
Little Hei’s form expanded once more. "Complete one more world, and I’ll send you back."
Fang Zhiyi fell silent.
"Well?" Little Hei squirmed.
"You could deceive me, and there'd be little I could do about it."
"I won’t deceive you. Never." Little Hei's tone remained oddly strained.
Fang Zhiyi shook her head and leaped into the swirling vortex.
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?"
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."
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.”
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!"
