"Alright, alright, stop nagging, Master Fang. I'll go, I'll go, okay?" Little Hei grumbled as he left.
Fang Zhiyi sat in a daze for a moment before finally standing up and walking out.
In the distance, there were many street vendors, and from far away, he spotted his daughter. Her long hair was tied up, and her face was radiant with youthful energy as she handed a packed box of noodles to a customer.
When she turned her head, she caught sight of Fang Zhiyi and immediately grinned, revealing a row of white teeth and two faint dimples.
"Dad!"
Fang Xiaoyu called out without hesitation, while Fang Zhiyi shook his head helplessly.
"I told you not to come. See? I’ll be sold out in no time."
"I just had nothing to do, so I thought I’d take a walk."
"Fine, take a seat for now. I’ll join you later!" She pulled out a bottle of liquor from under the food cart—clearly just bought—and Fang Zhiyi glanced at it. It wasn’t anything fancy.
"Got this especially for you. Only one cup a day, though."
"Alright, alright."
Fang Zhiyi had no intention of helping anyway, so he simply sat on a nearby chair and watched his daughter run the stall.
If he calculated the costs properly, this little stall wasn’t making much profit. But it didn’t dampen the girl’s optimism for the future.
That night, Fang Zhiyi heard a series of thunderclaps. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Little Hei finally slipped in through the window.
"Here, take it! Almost got me struck to pieces! Good thing I’m sturdy." Little Hei sounded resentful. To extract this thing from the male lead, it had gone head-to-head with the Heavenly Dao the moment it entered this world.
Fang Zhiyi watched as Little Hei stared at the shimmering droplet of light, seemingly eager to devour it. Worried it might actually do so, he quickly told it to go and slip the droplet to his daughter.
Little Hei hesitated for a second before floating toward the girl’s room, muttering under its breath.
Fang Xiaoyu woke up. She had no idea where the storm had come from last night, but the deafening thunder had startled her awake several times. Stretching lazily, she suddenly froze.
Something felt… off.
She closed her eyes, and right before her appeared a perfectly square plot of land.
She opened them again—still in her room.
Closed eyes: land. Open eyes: room.
"Hiss…"
Fang Zhiyi knew what was coming, so he leisurely made breakfast and ate it himself, not bothering to wake his daughter.
A long while later, Fang Xiaoyu burst out of her room excitedly. "Dad!" But the moment she spoke, she hesitated. How could she explain this bizarre phenomenon to her father? Would he think she was hallucinating from stress?
Under Fang Zhiyi’s questioning gaze, she decided to keep it to herself for now. Calming her excitement, she sat at the table, humming cheerfully.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly said, "I don’t want to go to work anymore."
Fang Xiaoyu blinked, then nodded. "Sure! Stay home, Dad. Go out for walks, fish, play chess—I’ll take care of you from now on!" She thumped her chest proudly.
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "Rely on you to support me? I’d starve."
Fang Xiaoyu pouted. "I mean it! Don’t worry, I—" She seemed to remember something and quickly lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.
After finishing his meal, Fang Zhiyi stewed some beef before heading out to quit his job. Work? Never again in this lifetime!
Meanwhile, Fang Xiaoyu left the house mysteriously after her father was gone. She hurried to a seed store, carefully selecting and buying seeds for lettuce, cherry tomatoes, and other crops, along with some small farming tools. She even asked the shopkeeper for planting tips before returning home.
Then, she entered the space she had acquired. Seeing the seeds she’d brought inside, Fang Xiaoyu was overjoyed. She meticulously began her first attempt at farming.
Tilling the soil, she carefully planned the use of each plot.
"This one for lettuce, this one for cherry tomatoes, and this one… maybe some mint."
Beside the land was a small pit with stagnant water, seemingly a fixed feature. Fang Xiaoyu used it to irrigate the fields, following tutorials she found on her phone. Though her layout looked a bit crooked, a deep sense of satisfaction filled her.
After working for a while, she suddenly remembered she still had to run her stall today and rushed out of the space, muttering, "Oh no, oh no!"
But when she returned to the real world, she was stunned to find only five minutes had passed. Delight washed over her.
For the rest of the day, Fang Xiaoyu floated on cloud nine, her joy written all over her face. Fang Zhiyi noticed and teased, "Your dad just lost his job, and you’re this happy? Win the lottery or something?"
Fang Xiaoyu grinned. "Told you—I’ll take care of you!" Her confidence was unshakable.
Fang Zhiyi just hummed in response. Sure, he felt a little bad for the male lead, but the guy was the protagonist. Even without a farming space, he’d get something else, right?
Now jobless, Fang Zhiyi started helping his daughter at the stall. With his assistance, Fang Xiaoyu had more free time to browse farming tutorials on her phone. Fang Zhiyi peeked at her screen. "What, planning to switch careers and become a farmer?"
Fang Xiaoyu paused. "Dad, didn’t you say there’s still some land back in our hometown? Now that you’ve quit, why don’t we put it to use?"
Fang Zhiyi studied her. "Farming’s hard work, you know."
Fang Xiaoyu shook her head. "I’m not afraid." She needed an excuse—something to explain the produce she’d eventually sell from her space. But then a thought struck her. "Wait, Dad… do you even know how to farm?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Of course. I was a farming prodigy back in the day." You weren’t even born yet, so who’s to say otherwise?
That night, Fang Xiaoyu lay in bed and closed her eyes, re-entering her farming space.
To her astonishment, the seeds she’d planted that morning had already sprouted. Thrilled, her tired body suddenly felt re-energized. She hurried to water them but noticed the soil retained moisture incredibly well—it was still damp from the morning.
Fang Xiaoyu lay down on the land, careful to avoid the tender shoots. The earthy scent filled her nose, and even now, part of her wondered if this was all just a dream.
But when she woke the next day and nervously checked the space again, pure joy flooded her chest.
A single night in reality had caused the seedlings to grow noticeably taller. Fang Xiaoyu immediately crouched down, inspecting them for pests. To her relief, the space seemed completely free of insects.
During breakfast, she asked her father for farming advice, and Fang Zhiyi answered every question in detail, even rolling up his sleeves as if to demonstrate—though there was no field to practice in.
So they agreed: tomorrow, they’d visit the old family plot outside the city for some hands-on experience.
Fang Xiaoyu’s mind raced. The crops in her space grew much faster than in reality. At this rate, she’d soon be able to sell her first batch of vegetables! The future was beyond imagination.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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.
