He cautiously pressed his eye against the peephole, only to see another bloodshot eye staring back.
With a terrified yelp, he stumbled backward and fell onto the floor.
Someone seemed to be speaking outside the door. Trembling, he pressed his ear against it but heard only eerie laughter.
That night, he didn’t dare use the bathroom or even open the curtains.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi went straight home. Seeing the bowl of noodles Fang Yunhe had cooked for him—now soggy and bloated—he cursed under his breath but sat down and started eating anyway.
From his room, Fang Yunhe peeked out cautiously.
Had his father not gone gambling?
Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned and locked eyes with him. Fang Yunhe flinched, about to duck back, when his father called out.
"What’s wrong with you, acting so spineless?" Fang Zhiyi scolded between bites of the tasteless noodles. "People walk all over you, and you don’t even fight back?"
Fang Yunhe lowered his head in silence.
Fang Zhiyi sighed inwardly. Habits like this, built over years, weren’t easy to break. It would take time.
But first, the money problem needed solving. Quickly sifting through the plot details provided by Xiao Hei, Fang Zhiyi extracted some useful information.
The CEO of Jinrui Real Estate, Cheng Feifan, had been in a foul mood lately. The Bai family’s recent winning streak had left him scrambling in their rivalry. Was the rumor about the Bai heiress being a lucky charm actually true?
Lost in thought, his car suddenly braked hard, nearly slamming him into the front seat.
"What’s going on?" he snapped at the driver.
The driver pointed ahead. "A fortune-teller’s blocking the road."
"A fortune-teller?" Cheng Feifan frowned, spotting a man squatting with a sign that read "Half-Immortal." This was a gated community—how had he gotten in?
He was about to order the driver to call security when a thought struck him. He stepped out instead.
"Hey, who are you?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "Can’t you read?"
Cheng Feifan took a deep breath. "You’re in my way."
"Oh? Is it me blocking your path, or is it misfortune?" Fang Zhiyi countered.
Cheng Feifan stiffened. "What did you say?"
"Words mean little. You already know the truth. Pity, what a pity." Fang Zhiyi began packing up, counting silently in his head—one, two, three...
"Wait, sir!" Cheng Feifan hurried after him, tone now respectful. "Please, enlighten me."
Fang Zhiyi smirked. Successful men were always the most superstitious.
"My fee’s up to you. No pay if it doesn’t come true," Fang Zhiyi said. Cheng Feifan nodded eagerly—money was no object.
"Abandon whatever you’re doing today, or you’ll regret it." Fang Zhiyi turned to leave. "I’ll return tomorrow. Payment then."
Watching him go, Cheng Feifan hesitated. Today was the bid for the East District land—and this stranger was telling him to skip it?
"Boss, he’s probably a fraud," the driver muttered.
But Cheng Feifan stared at the retreating figure, then shook his head. "I’ll take the gamble."
Fang Zhiyi ducked into a quiet corner and changed into a repairman’s uniform. Xiao Hei teased, "You’ve got quite the resume."
"Versatility never hurts," Fang Zhiyi quipped, strutting out of the neighborhood. He had a school to visit.
At school, Wang Zihan dozed off repeatedly. Last night’s nightmares of that haunting face had left him jumpy—even Fang Yunhe unnerved him now. But with friends around, his courage returned.
By afternoon, he couldn’t resist. Time to teach Fang Yunhe a lesson—and show his dad he wasn’t to be messed with!
Just as he moved to act, he saw it again: Fang Zhiyi in a baseball cap, gripping a wrench, staring unnervingly through the window.
His bravado evaporated. The man had followed him to school!
Then Fang Zhiyi slowly drew a knife, licked the blade, and fixed him with a dead-eyed glare.
Wang Zihan scurried back to his seat. His gang, confused but leaderless without Murong Ke, settled down.
"Ah, Master Fang! There you are—the circuit breaker keeps tripping," a teacher called, leading Fang Zhiyi away.
Fang Yunhe spent the day on edge, yet the expected beating never came. Odd—but then, his father hadn’t picked him up either. Not that he’d expected him to.
Unbeknownst to him, Wang Zihan bolted from school in terror. Fang Yunhe’s father reappeared, trailing him, hand hidden ominously in his bag. Panicked, Wang Zihan spun and charged at Fang Zhiyi, screaming obscenities.
"I’ll kill you!"
To his shock, Fang Zhiyi turned and ran. Enraged, Wang Zihan gave chase, drawing baffled stares from passersby.
A motorcycle swerved—directly into him. As he flew through the air, the last thing he saw was that dreaded face.
Then darkness.
The next day, Fang Zhiyi arrived punctually. Cheng Feifan rushed to shake his hand.
"Master, thank you!" He’d attended the bid after all, distracted by Fang Zhiyi’s warning. Strangely, the Bai family withdrew, and another firm won.
But by evening, insider news broke: the East District plan was scrapped. The next decade’s development would focus west.
Rumor had it the winning CEO swallowed an entire box of heart pills that night.
Accepting Cheng Feifan’s thick stack of cash without hesitation (though inwardly wishing it were thicker), Fang Zhiyi declined further consultations. "The time isn’t right," he said—truthfully, he had no next move. Competing with destiny’s darling? Impossible.
Yet his mystique only cemented Cheng Feifan’s belief in his powers.
For Fang Yunhe, the air felt lighter. Murong Ke was on leave, and now Wang Zihan was hospitalized after a car crash. Still, unease lingered.
Wang Zihan’s parents were baffled. Their son had dashed into traffic—on a red light, no less. When questioned, he babbled incoherently about murderers.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
