"Xiao Xiao! I've lived my whole life for you! Without you, my existence is meaningless!" He grabbed Fang Xiaoxiao's shoulders, drenched from head to toe. Fang Xiaoxiao struggled briefly, eyeing her now-ruined dry clothes with dismay.
"Let go of me!"
Qin Lan caught up from behind: "Tingxiu! Stop making a scene! She’s not worthy of your love! She—she was already defiled in that brothel!"
Fu Tingxiu’s face twisted in disbelief, just as a thunderclap boomed overhead.
"No, I don’t believe it. Xiao Xiao, tell me!"
Fang Xiaoxiao finally snapped, wrenching herself free: "Are you both insane? Qin Lan! I worked in that brothel serving tea, but I was never sullied! When that drunkard tried to assault you, I was the one who protected you! And now you slander me? You ran away and left me behind—my uncle was the one who saved me!"
Fu Tingxiu stared between Qin Lan and Fang Xiaoxiao, stunned. Qin Lan sobbed uncontrollably in the rain.
"Xiao Xiao, if that’s true, why won’t you accept me? Do you think you’re beneath me?"
Slap! Fang Xiaoxiao blinked—she’d barely raised her hand, yet the crisp sound of a slap echoed. Beside her, the chauffeur glared, umbrella in hand: "Take your madness elsewhere! Don’t harass our young lady!"
Fang Xiaoxiao made an unladylike gesture, spat at the pair, and strode to the car without a backward glance.
Fu Tingxiu stood frozen as the car sped away, while Qin Lan’s face darkened with venom.
Under the eaves, unnoticed, Gu Yongchen watched everything unfold.
That evening, Huang Li clenched her fists as Fang Xiaoxiao recounted the day: "Miss! Starting tomorrow, I’m sticking to you like glue! That scoundrel and that scheming white lotus deserve a beating!"
Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled. "The chauffeur already took care of it."
"Then we’ll beat them every time they show their faces!"
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, recalling a famous line.
"The weather’s turned cold. The Fu Family should go bankrupt."
The next morning, the rain finally ceased. He Wenpei emerged from a dingy inn, scowling—the innkeeper had confiscated his coat. Cursing under his breath, he plotted his next move. The woman’s suggestion was to publish a sob story in the papers about being abandoned by his daughter, but he’d concocted something juicier: smearing the Fang Family with scandal.
An uncle and niece in an illicit affair! He smirked. To clear their names, they’d have to beg for his help. He could already picture himself, well-dressed, "graciously" vouching for Fang Zhiyi and Fang Xiaoxiao.
Then—crack! Darkness swallowed him as two men in blue tunics dragged him into a waiting cart.
The Qin and Fu Families were Jiang City’s textile titans, hence their alliance through marriage. But lately, their fortunes had soured. Small workshops they’d agreed to buy backed out overnight. Shipments were halted—inspectors stabbed their pristine fabrics with sharp probes, claiming to search for contraband, leaving the goods ruined.
Even their storefronts suffered. Customers accused their cloth of causing rashes, sparking protests that cratered sales.
Both families knew they’d crossed someone powerful, yet their connections yielded no answers. Finally, an old friend tipped off Grandpa Qin:
"This mess? You’ll need to see Second Master Fang."
Grandpa Qin was baffled. He knew of Fang Zhiyi—a foreign medicine peddler—but they’d never interacted. Still, he arranged a discreet meeting.
Fang Zhiyi received him cordially. Behind closed doors, their discussion left Grandpa Qin storming home in fury.
By day’s end, rumors spread: the Qin Family’s third branch—Qin Lan, her parents, and brother—were exiled to a remote town. Qin Lan, eyes swollen from crying, couldn’t fathom how chasing "true love" had doomed her family. Why would Grandpa Qin banish them over Fang Xiaoxiao?
The Qin Family’s business slowly stabilized, though never fully recovered. Fang Zhiyi had bought those workshops, offering former owners stakes, ensuring their loyalty—and carving out market share.
The Fu Family, clueless and cut off from the Qins after Qin Lan’s exile, swallowed their pride and inquired. The answer? See Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi was less accommodating this time. The Fu Family had only one heir: Fu Tingxiu.
Learning his grandson had provoked Fang Zhiyi’s niece, Grandpa Fu called him a tyrant and stormed out.
But Fang Zhiyi had already unearthed Fu Tingxiu’s illegitimate half-brother. With fanfare, he delivered the boy to the Fu doorstep.
Chaos ensued. Fu Tingxiu, too busy fending off his rival, forgot his heartbreak.
Fang Zhiyi knew this wasn’t enough. He pressured the Fu Family’s collateral branches—relatives controlling their textile trade. Threats and bribes turned these opportunists.
Soon, Fu Tingxiu too was exiled. Grandpa Fu began grooming the bastard heir.
The Fu Family, though humbled, clung to remnants of their former glory.
In a dim cell, Fang Zhiyi eyed the broken man before him. "Do you understand your mistakes now?"
He Wenpei slurred through split lips: "I’ll disappear... forever... just let me go..."
An attendant mimed slitting a throat. "Boss Fang, should we...?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Death’s too kind." He stood. "Cut out his tongue. Send him to the coal mines."
"One more to go. The most cunning of them all," Fang Zhiyi murmured.
The system piped up: Host, watching you take revenge is so satisfying.
"You don’t know the first thing about satisfaction."
"I do! After a few more worlds, I’ll even understand love!"
"Oh?" Fang Zhiyi arched a brow. The system, realizing its slip, flailed imaginary limbs.
"Stop flapping. You don’t even have a mouth."
In a shadowed room, Gu Yongchen drained a bottle and smashed it against the wall. "Fang Xiaoxiao! This is all your fault! If not for you, Lan Lan wouldn’t have been sent away! I’ll make you—" His gaze fell on a dagger gleaming atop the table.
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
