As expected, events unfolded just as in the original plot.
The small-time influencer Liu Wei arrived with two assistants and immediately took a liking to Fang Xiaoyu, who was busy working.
"That one. She’s good-looking—this kind of content has potential," he said.
The cameraman nodded. "You’ve got an eye for it, Brother Liu."
"After we finish the shoot, dig deeper. See if there’s any sob story we can use."
"Got it."
Fang Xiaoyu was distracted, but she kept her goal in mind—making money. Most of the side dishes were made with ingredients she had grown herself, which brought her a small sense of pride.
"Hey, how much for your most expensive beef noodles?"
Fang Xiaoyu instinctively looked up and saw the influencer and his cameraman. Her father’s warning flashed through her mind.
No way, what are the odds?
"Um, the most expensive one is twenty-four... It’s premium beef, stewed early this morning by my dad. Really fragrant," she said with a polite smile.
"I’ll take one."
Remembering Fang Zhiyi’s advice, she kept an eye on them while working. When she saw the influencer shove a piece of beef into his mouth for the camera only to spit it out immediately, her brow furrowed.
"Hmm, these cherry tomatoes are amazing," Liu Wei remarked, pleasantly surprised.
"The lettuce is good too."
Once the shoot wrapped up, Liu Wei approached Fang Xiaoyu again with the camera rolling.
"Hey, can I trade this handmade craft for your bowl of noodles?" he asked, sticking to his usual script.
Fang Xiaoyu’s frown didn’t fade, but she remembered her father’s warning.
"Sorry, we don’t accept bartering. Your craft is... unique," she said, glancing at the crooked bracelet he held out, "but we’re a small business—cash or digital payment only. Thanks for understanding."
She added, "Here’s the menu," gesturing to the clearly displayed price list nearby.
Liu Wei’s expression stiffened. He then flipped open a crude little lid on the bracelet, revealing a small photo—printed on the spot by his team—of Fang Xiaoyu herself.
"Look, this took two and a half hours to make."
Fang Xiaoyu took another glance at the table littered with half-eaten noodles and spat-out beef. She took a deep breath.
"Sorry, we don’t accept trades like this. If you’re filming, I need to make it clear—these are our rules. My apologies."
Liu Wei’s eyes gleamed—he had a sharp sense for viral moments.
With an exaggerated sigh, he shook his head. "Can’t even accept a heartfelt gesture? Handmade things carry warmth..."
Fang Xiaoyu ignored him, afraid she’d lose her temper.
"Times are tough, and small businesses struggle. Can’t even appreciate a little kindness..." he lamented to the camera, feigning hurt.
Fang Xiaoyu forced herself to stay calm.
The cameraman gave a thumbs-up—he’d captured a perfect close-up of her frown.
Liu Wei smirked, paid the twenty-four yuan, and then asked, "By the way, boss, those side dishes were great. Where’d you get them?"
Fang Xiaoyu kept cleaning, not looking up. "My dad grew them."
"Oh." Liu Wei caught her irritation and walked off, muttering, "So it’s a farmer’s family. No wonder they don’t know how to cooperate. Tch."
Just then, someone bumped into him. He turned with a scowl, only to see a middle-aged man waving apologetically.
Too excited about the footage he’d gotten, Liu Wei brushed it off and hurried away with his team.
"Dad! What took you so long?" Fang Xiaoyu whined when Fang Zhiyi finally arrived. "Look at these people! Wasting food and trying to skip out on paying!"
She’d been frugal since childhood, knowing how hard money was to earn—even after gaining her special space, she hadn’t changed.
Fang Zhiyi patted her shoulder. "It’s fine, it’s fine. I was selling the house."
"Selling the house?" Fang Xiaoyu froze.
"Yeah. I think you’ve got a real talent for farming. How about we sell up, fix up the old place back home, and lease some land to start a farm? I’ve even been learning how to film—we’ll turn you into an internet star!"
Fang Xiaoyu instantly forgot her earlier frustration.
"Really?" She hadn’t even suggested it yet—her dad was this supportive? He’d even learned video editing? No wonder he’d been glued to his phone lately.
"Thanks, Dad!"
"Hey, hey—people are watching! Get down! Do you know how heavy you are?"
That night, Fang Xiaoyu buzzed with excitement but stayed focused on her work. Closing her eyes, she entered her space and got to farming.
She mapped out areas for fruit trees, flowers, and vegetables. With some experience under her belt, her layout was better this time. Following tutorials on her phone, she planted the seeds and saplings she’d bought in advance.
What she didn’t know was that while she worked, chaos was brewing outside.
Fang Zhiyi logged into his newly created video platform accounts and got to work.
"Shocking! Popular ‘Good Deeds’ Influencer Faces Cold Rejection from Street Vendor!"
"‘Kindness Brother’s’ Warmth Trampled—What’s Wrong with the World?"
"We Need More ‘Positive Vibes’ Like Kindness Brother! Boycott Rude Vendors!"
Blurry but recognizable photos of Liu Wei and the beef noodle stall flooded the platforms.
Fang Zhiyi smoothly switched between accounts, posting identical content, even paying to boost visibility.
Little Hei clicked his tongue. "Using burner accounts to pay for a smear campaign against your own daughter? You’re the first."
Fang Zhiyi only smirked.
"Brother Liu! Look! Someone posted about today—it’s already going viral!" The cameraman stumbled across the promoted videos.
Liu Wei paused, scanned them, then broke into a grin. "This is our chance! Must’ve been a fan who filmed it! Tell editing to rush the video—it goes up tonight!"
He paced excitedly. "We’re about to blow up! Ride this wave right, and we’ll charge for reviews, get brand deals—everything!"
The cameraman watched his enthusiasm but felt uneasy. Were there even fans around earlier?
Still, Liu Wei’s plan seemed solid. Maybe one person posted it, and others reposted?
By midnight, Fang Xiaoyu, exhausted but satisfied from planting, drifted off to sleep.
Liu Wei’s bartering video went live. For his team, malicious editing was child’s play—they clipped Fang Xiaoyu’s words out of context, pairing them with her annoyed expression, painting her as a greedy, money-grubbing vendor.
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?!
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.
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?"
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."
