Upon entering the Bai family's villa, Fang Yuntian sensed a heavy atmosphere. Elder Brother Bai, who had never been fond of him, gave him a cold nod. The other Bai brothers were gathered in the living room, seemingly deep in discussion, but they fell silent the moment he arrived.
Fang Yuntian quickly asked about Bai An'an's whereabouts. They casually pointed upstairs before resuming their conversation, their odd behavior making him uneasy.
Pushing open the door, he saw Bai An'an lying on the bed.
She smiled at him, but Fang Yuntian's irritation didn't fade. Why did her face seem so plain now? No, he must be letting that damned old man affect his mood.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked again—Bai An'an seemed to have lost her usual charm. Her features were ordinary, her hair unremarkable, and... were those freckles on her face?
This couldn't be right. Still, remembering the coffee shop plan, he forced himself to ask about her condition.
"I don’t know. I suddenly had a terrible headache and nearly fainted. Elder Brother brought me back to my room," Bai An'an said.
Her voice made Fang Yuntian nauseous. How had he ever found her way of speaking endearing?
"Is something wrong?" Bai An'an frowned at his expression.
Fang Yuntian forced a smile. "I found a good location for the coffee shop."
"Really? That's wonderful! I'll ask Elder Brother for the money right away!" Bai An'an beamed.
The idealized image he once held of her shattered completely. He decided then—once the shop opened, he’d never run errands for this woman again. What had he been thinking before?
But getting the money wasn’t easy. Bai An'an overheard her brothers discussing their recent troubles: Second Brother, once hailed as a medical genius, had been suspended due to a string of accidents; Third Brother, a celebrity, was losing roles and facing scandals; Fourth Brother, a writer, was embroiled in plagiarism accusations; and Fifth Brother, the closest to her and a tech prodigy, had been arrested, leaving their parents scrambling to bail him out.
When Bai An'an asked for funding, Elder Brother stayed silent. Second Brother removed his glasses, and Third Brother scowled. "An'an, the family’s in chaos. Don’t be selfish."
She froze—they’d never called her selfish before. Tears welled up as Fourth Brother rolled his eyes and left. Eventually, Elder Brother relented.
She was still their sister, after all.
On opening day, Fang Yuntian grinned—his dream realized. If only Bai An'an weren’t by his side. The more he looked at her, the more she grated on him.
Remembering how he’d once adored her now made him sick.
Then the Bai brothers stormed in, trashing the shop and beating him, even shoving Bai An'an aside.
"What the hell?" Fang Yuntian spat.
"You dare ask?" Elder Bai thrust a photo at him—it was that damned old man.
"So this was your plan all along—befriend An'an, infiltrate our company, and ruin us? Even after the company collapsed, you stayed to scheme? And now you swindle money for this shop?" Third Brother slapped him.
"Elder Brother, what are you talking about?" Bai An'an cried.
Elder Bai pointed at her. "You fool! The man targeting our family is his father—Fang Zhiyi!" The revelation had stunned them too.
Bai An'an stared at Fang Yuntian in disbelief. "I didn’t know! I had no part in this!" How could that old man pull this off?
"Of course you’d deny it. Beat him!" Elder Bai turned. "Bai An'an, go home. You’re grounded."
She fled in tears.
Police arrived, hauling the Bai brothers away. The scandal crushed the already-faltering Bai family. Injured but vengeful, Fang Yuntian pressed charges—only to find his estranged younger brother, Fang Yunhe, as the opposing lawyer.
The Bais paid damages. Fang Yuntian studied his brother’s cold professionalism before calling out to him.
Fang Yunhe didn’t even glance up. "Don’t. My father has only one son—me."
Heartbroken, Fang Yuntian watched him leave, then spotted his father’s car waiting. The two walked off, arms slung over shoulders like brothers.
The compensation was just enough to reopen the coffee shop. Staring at the sum, Fang Yuntian seethed.
He tried apologizing to his father but was barred. When he approached Fang Yunhe again, his brother’s icy glare sent him fleeing.
The Bai family collapsed. Ironically, Bai An'an, deemed too spoiled, was cut off and told to fend for herself. She sobbed her way to Fang Yuntian, who, pitying her past help, poured her drinks. They drowned their sorrows—she cursed her family; he slapped himself. They woke in bed together.
Bai An'an demanded marriage, even dragging Elder Brother into it. Trapped, Fang Yuntian agreed.
A year later, she bore a child, but their lives worsened. His failing business drove him to gambling, morphing him into the very wreck he despised.
Bai An'an wept daily, her health failing. Only Mother Bai occasionally visited.
Into this hell, the heroine was born.
"A gambling father, a sick mother, and a broken girl. Pitiful," Fang Zhiyi mused.
His shadow companion, having digested their stolen fortune, burped contentedly. "But the protagonist might rise again. Though those Bai boys didn’t fare well either."
Murong Ke, abandoned abroad by his family, had his legs broken by local gangs. Bedridden, he endured regular beatings from thugs.
Wang Zihan failed to get into university, and his family forced him to retake the exams. Once again, he demonstrated his talent for bullying classmates—but this time, the victim’s family refused to let it slide. Upon hearing that there were people who specialized in dealing with such matters, they sought help. Wang Zihan’s actions were exposed, and past victims also stepped forward. In the end, his parents, as legal guardians, were sued and had to pay hefty compensation.
One night, Wang Zihan had his arms and legs broken—again. The person who beat him turned himself in immediately afterward, claiming to be a fugitive but saying he couldn’t stand such scum and chose to cripple him before surrendering.
As for his accomplices, they all suffered various "accidents" over time. Though none were fatal, the injuries were severe enough to leave them in misery.
When Fang Zhiyi was dying, Fang Yunhe held his hand and told him that the anti-bullying law for minors he had been pushing for had finally been formally proposed.
Fang Zhiyi worried whether the kid had included the things he had taught him in the draft—that simply wouldn’t do.
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
