Sun Yuwei had nearly exhausted all her savings to secure her release, even surrendering her secret recipe in the process.
There was no other choice—she couldn’t possibly explain that her spices came from a mystical space. The more unclear her explanation, the more the county magistrate became convinced she was colluding with foreign merchants, a grave crime in the Great Qi Dynasty.
Fortunately, the magistrate was greedy, and Sun Yuwei was quick-witted. She proposed a deal: her recipe plus a hefty fine, and she was freed.
As she walked back to the village with her son, Sun Yuwei gritted her teeth in fury.
What a damned law!
Meanwhile, under Fang Zhiyi’s suggestion, Wen Yan began composting—layering livestock manure with wood ash. Though she couldn’t precisely control the ratios, it was still far better than haphazard piling.
Watching Wen Yan stick a few branches into the compost pile, she explained, "These are aeration stakes."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t understand at all but praised her enthusiastically anyway.
Wen's parents watched their daughter’s latest experiment with mixed feelings. In the village, composting simply meant tossing weeds and manure together—who bothered with layering or regularly turning the pile with a hoe?
But since it wasn’t causing any harm, they let her be.
Wen's Father, however, remembered his daughter’s idea for improving farming tools. Now that he had some money, he took her to the blacksmith. Wen Yan was swamped—gesturing wildly to explain the tool modifications, then rushing back to tend the compost pile.
She had never felt so busy in her life, collapsing into bed each night without even chatting with her system.
While she slept, Fang Zhiyi slipped outside. Several days had passed—had the female protagonist come up with any new schemes?
At that moment, Sun Yuwei was in the mountains trying to catch rabbits. Using fresh fruit from her space as bait, she lured wild hares effectively—but the scent also attracted a wild boar.
Fang Zhiyi, who had just arrived, watched curiously. In the original plot, the female protagonist could single-handedly capture a boar. He wanted to see how she’d manage.
But under the influence of "reality," Sun Yuwei’s usual luck had run out. The enraged boar charged straight at her, sending her fleeing in terror. Fortunately, the beast was more interested in the food and left her alone after driving her off.
In her panic, Sun Yuwei didn’t watch her footing and tumbled down a slope. Only after gulping down a mouthful of spirit spring water from her space did the pain slowly fade.
"Ugh! Why am I so unlucky lately?" she cursed, glaring upward.
Fang Zhiyi, however, was reminded of another plot twist upon seeing the boar and hurried back.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Ugh!" Wen Yan sat up irritably—she’d been dreaming of eating hotpot!
Fang Zhiyi forced himself to ignore her disheveled hair. "How about I offer you a fortune?"
"No..." Wen Yan flopped back down, then bolted upright again. "Wait, what fortune?"
"Gold. A lot of it."
"Where? Let’s go!" But when she learned it involved tomb raiding, Wen Yan hesitated. "I... I don’t dare..."
"Pathetic!" Fang Zhiyi scoffed. He’d expected this. "Fine. At dawn, report it to the authorities—but say you stumbled upon it while gathering firewood."
Though confused, Wen Yan agreed.
Neither of them anticipated Sun Yuwei’s next move. Fuming after returning home, she rallied her two eldest sons—she was determined to hunt that boar! But nightfall was too dangerous, so they waited until morning.
At daybreak, Wen Yan sent Wen's Father to fetch the improved tools while she hitched a ride to the county town on a neighbor’s oxcart.
Soon, a group of constables followed her into the woods. Guided by Fang Zhiyi, they found the ancient tomb—but its entrance was wide open. The captain cautiously stepped inside.
"You again?!"
"And you?!"
Their shouts echoed from within.
News spread quickly. Wen Yan was commended by the magistrate and rewarded with ten taels of silver—a small fortune for common folk.
As for Sun Yuwei, the widow from Lihua Village, she was caught red-handed tomb-raiding with her sons. Given her need to support her children, she was spared harsh punishment—only thirty strokes of the rod as a warning.
Fang Zhiyi watched the spectacle, ensuring no accidents occurred. Sun Yuwei endured every brutal strike—ancient corporal punishment was no joke; fifty strokes could kill a person.
Seeing her secretly sip spirit spring water afterward, even Fang Zhiyi felt a twinge of envy for her mystical spring.
After this ordeal, Sun Yuwei’s hatred for Wen Yan burned fiercely.
"That wretched woman! Even when we’re unrelated, she still ruins my life!"
But glimpsing the hidden gold ingots in her space, Sun Yuwei found renewed hope. She’d managed to stash a few before the authorities arrived.
"Time to start a business," she muttered, the pain fading as her spirits lifted.
The village now scorned her, and even her children faced disdain. Defiant, Sun Yuwei sold her farmland and moved to the county town.
She had a plan: a clothing boutique. She’d show these backward ancients what real design looked like!
That night, deep in the mountains, a man sprinted desperately as masked assassins pursued him. A misstep sent him tumbling down a cliff.
The assassins, certain of his death, withdrew.
Fang Zhiyi observed silently. Hours later, the Ninth Prince stirred awake, struggling to his feet with a makeshift crutch.
"His resilience is cockroach-level," Fang Zhiyi mused. He had no intention of sending Wen Yan to rescue him. Why disrupt a peaceful life?
Back in the village, Wen Yan’s improved farming tools drew crowds. Under her guidance, Wen's Father demonstrated their use—clumsy at first, drawing laughter, but when the oddly shaped tools proved remarkably efficient, the villagers were stunned.
As they crowded around, Wen Yan flashed a sly, merchant’s grin. "Easy does it!"
Among the onlookers, a sun-bronzed man studied her intently.
Wen Yan noticed him—the suitor her parents had chosen. No way. She’d find an excuse to refuse. Arranged marriage? Not for her!
Fang Zhiyi also eyed the man who, in the original plot, had died for Wen Yan. After a moment, he nodded approvingly. A loyal one, if a bit dull.
With Fang Zhiyi’s advice, Wen Yan proposed a partnership with the blacksmith and carpenter, taking only a ten percent cut. After some thought, they agreed.
Finally free, Wen Yan happily counted her coins, dreaming of gourmet treats—until the sight of her meager seasonings dampened her mood.
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.”
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
