"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.
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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...
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!
