"Should I take this to the principal?" Fang Yunhe asked hesitantly, unsure how his father had even obtained these materials.
"That brain of yours..." Fang Zhiyi sighed in exasperation.
"Then... should I use it to blackmail him?" Fang Yunhe whispered, lowering his voice.
"Are you a criminal?" Fang Zhiyi nearly laughed in frustration but patiently explained, "This material has value, but who would find it most valuable? Think about it."
Fang Yunhe stared at his father's expectant face and genuinely pondered the question.
"I don’t know."
Fang Zhiyi threw up his hands—was his son still too naive?
That day, Fang Yunhe learned a lesson: as a powerless nobody, the first rule of survival was leveraging others' strength. He watched as his father handed the documents to the homeroom teacher of the neighboring class.
It then dawned on Fang Yunhe—that teacher was competing with his own homeroom teacher for the position of academic director.
Sure enough, within a week, their homeroom teacher was replaced. Rumor had it he’d been fired for multiple violations, and the neighboring class’s teacher took over both classes temporarily.
The new teacher showed Fang Yunhe particular favor, which he knew was part of his father’s deal.
This shift also changed Fang Yunhe’s mindset. When Murong Ke returned to school, Fang Zhiyi had already warned Fang Yunhe about handling things carefully. Fang Yunhe nodded in understanding. The previous incident had left Murong Ke wary—he hadn’t expected Fang Yunhe to be so cunning. While Murong Ke was still plotting revenge, Fang Yunhe suddenly turned to him.
"Why were you looking at me just now?"
"Huh?" Murong Ke was baffled. What was this about?
The next moment, Fang Yunhe lunged at him, and the two tumbled into a brawl, only separating after a struggle.
"You—!" Murong Ke, finally snapping out of it, was furious. Did this guy think calling the police made him tough?
But Fang Yunhe glared again: "You’re looking at me again."
Murong Ke almost wanted to cry. This lunatic seemed to have lost his mind today—he’d picked fights three times already! Even during class, when Murong Ke muttered a curse under his breath, Fang Yunhe had immediately attacked.
By the end of the day, it had happened eight times.
Fang Yunhe’s face was bruised, but his eyes burned with excitement. So this was what it felt like to hit someone!
Murong Ke, however, was on edge. He’d flinch and look away whenever Fang Yunhe glanced his way, but then resentment would boil over. The moment he lifted his head, the madman would charge at him again, ignoring the punches from others, solely focused on pummeling Murong Ke.
The next day:
"Why are you looking at me?"
The third day:
"Looking?"
The fourth day:
"?"
Now, Murong Ke would bolt at the sight of his former pushover. Fang Yunhe had lost it—completely!
Even Murong Ke’s lackeys trembled in fear, terrified Fang Yunhe might lash out at them too.
Watching Murong Ke flee, Fang Yunhe spat in disdain. His face was swollen, but his heart swelled with triumph.
From a distance, Fang Zhiyi watched, nodding in approval.
That’s how it should be—someone who could pull out a knife when pushed just needed the courage of knowing they had backup.
Fang Yunhe’s sudden transformation also meant Murong Ke never noticed the new transfer student, Bai An’an.
Meanwhile, Fang Yuntian was busy. He’d just closed a major deal, earning a promotion to sales supervisor. With a little more effort, he could save enough to open his own shop.
In the restroom, Fang Yuntian splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection, vowing silently: I’ll make something of myself. I won’t end up like that deadbeat gambler of a father, acting all high and mighty in his old age. Pathetic.
From a stall behind him, a voice rang out—his boss, on a call.
"President Wang, is this thing you mentioned real? Sounds too good to be true."
"What, you’ve tried it? And it requires an appointment? Who does this guy think he is?"
"Seriously? President Cheng from Jinrui Real Estate said so?"
"Right, right, of course. I’ll look into it. The address is... No. 7 Sanming Street? Got it. Drinks on me next time!"
The boss hung up and stepped out, locking eyes with Fang Yuntian, who awkwardly looked away.
Clearing his throat, the boss said, "Xiao Fang, you’re here."
"Yeah, just freshening up."
The boss washed his hands beside him. "So, where’s your family from?" Small talk.
"Local."
"Ah, nice. Only child?"
Fang Yuntian’s mind flashed to his timid younger brother. His eyes darkened. "Yeah."
"Lucky you. Keep up the good work!" The boss patted his shoulder and left.
Fang Yuntian’s thoughts lingered on the address he’d overheard. If it was circulating among these executives, there had to be something valuable there. His restless ambition stirred.
After work, Fang Yuntian took a detour. His rented apartment was in the opposite direction, but he headed to No. 7 Sanming Street. What greeted him was a cramped storefront, its rolling shutter down. The sign above listed a chaotic mix of services: Repairs, Plumbing, Real Estate, Auto Sales, Used Car Buyback, Loans—and at the end, a handwritten addition: Matchmaking.
Fang Yuntian froze. What kind of shady jack-of-all-trades operation was this? He scoffed and turned to leave on his e-bike when a black sedan pulled up. A woman stepped out—someone he’d seen from afar during sales calls. She was a high-profile CEO, rumored to have four or five assistants!
Her presence made him hesitate. He glanced back at the sign.
"President Zou, it’s almost six," her driver reminded.
President Zou checked her watch, her gaze briefly flicking over Fang Yuntian before settling on the shutter.
Fang Yuntian instinctively checked his own watch: 30 seconds to 6:30.
Just then, an e-bike screeched to a halt in front of the shop. A grease-stained man dismounted and yanked up the shutter.
President Zou brightened. "You must be Master Fang?"
Fang Yuntian blinked. Same surname? But this disheveled man looked nothing like a "master."
Then the man turned, and Fang Yuntian’s mind went blank.
It was his father, Fang Zhiyi.
"You’re here? Give me a sec—just fixed a client’s car emergency." Fang Zhiyi glanced at Fang Yuntian before ducking inside. President Zou waited patiently, unfazed.
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."
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
