Seeing that she was about to start cursing, the patrol officer quickly interrupted, "Listen, Old Madam Huang, your household is always in chaos. What exactly happened today? Do you realize how busy we are?"
Old Madam Huang was so agitated that she pointed accusingly at Fang Zhiyi, as if she could stab him through the air.
Fang Zhiyi continued calmly, "I swear, Aunt Huang fell on her own. If that’s not the truth, may I be struck by lightning!"
As soon as he said this, most of the onlookers immediately sided with Fang Zhiyi—after all, the young man had made such a bold oath!
Someone hidden in the crowd called out, "Old Madam Huang, why don’t you swear an oath too?"
Old Madam Huang opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "He hit me! I—" But her voice had lost much of its earlier ferocity.
The crowd quickly saw through her act and dispersed with mocking laughter. The patrol officer sternly reprimanded both parties, giving Fang Zhiyi a few words of warning as well. Fang Zhiyi nodded obediently, even inviting the officer to dinner, but the officer just waved him off.
"We’re all family here. Don’t involve the authorities over such trivial matters!"
With that, the patrol officer left.
Fang Zhiyi set down the plate in his hands, ignoring the two at the door, and walked into his sister’s room.
Though Fang Zhaodi couldn’t see what had happened outside, she had heard everything. Now, as she looked at her brother, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he seemed like a stranger.
But Fang Zhiyi said nothing. He simply helped her out of bed and guided her to sit in the courtyard. Seeing the bruises covering her exposed skin, his eyes narrowed.
Without hesitation, he picked up a bowl and began wolfing down the food. Fang Zhaodi hesitated, glancing between her in-laws at the door and her brother, but the aroma of the meal was too tempting. After starving all day, she finally picked up her own bowl.
"You little whore! Just wait till Minhao gets back!" Old Madam Huang finally spat out the words.
The mention of her husband’s name made Fang Zhaodi flinch involuntarily.
But Fang Zhiyi suddenly reached over and patted her shoulder reassuringly.
Old Man Huang’s eyes widened in outrage. "That’s my dried venison! You—!"
Fang Zhiyi looked up sharply. "If you dare finish that insult, I’ll knock your teeth out."
The old man swallowed his words under Fang Zhiyi’s menacing glare.
Fang Zhiyi waited until Fang Zhaodi finished eating, then helped her back to her room.
"What… what are you trying to do?" Fang Zhaodi asked nervously.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "What can I do? Just here for money. Don’t worry, just rest. It’ll be fine." With that, he walked out, and Fang Zhaodi listened as he ordered her in-laws to clean up, his tone laced with quiet threats.
As dusk fell, Huang Minhao returned home, staggering drunkenly.
The moment he stepped inside, his mother grabbed him. Huang Minhao was annoyed but still managed to ask, "What’s wrong? Hic..."
"Your wife is rebelling! She called her brother here, and today he even hit me!" Old Madam Huang wailed, as if her son’s presence alone could right all wrongs.
"What?! She’s got a death wish!" Huang Minhao’s eyebrows shot up, his drunken rage flaring. He shoved his mother aside and stormed inside.
Fang Zhaodi’s heart leaped into her throat, fear gripping her as she braced for another brutal beating.
But Huang Minhao never reached her.
"Well, well, brother-in-law, long time no see."
"Whoops, brother-in-law, why’d you trip?"
"Hold still, let me help you!"
"Ah, you fell again!"
Fang Zhiyi’s voice was full of polite concern, the very picture of civility—except Huang Minhao’s furious cursing soon turned into pained howls.
The Huang household was no stranger to screams, but usually, it was their daughter-in-law’s voice. Tonight, it was Huang Minhao’s turn. The neighbors, unable to bear his wailing, called the patrol again, and within fifteen minutes, the officer was back.
"You have to do something!" Old Madam Huang shrieked, pointing at Fang Zhiyi. "This brat hit me, and now he’s beating my son! He’s vicious!"
The patrol officer sighed in exasperation. "Your family again? What now?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "My brother-in-law came home drunk, fell, I tried to help him up, he struggled, fell again… and then you arrived."
The officer glanced at Huang Minhao sprawled on the ground, reeking of alcohol.
"If you’re drunk, go to sleep! Stop causing a scene in the middle of the night! One more noise, and you’re spending the night in a cell!"
Old Madam Huang insisted, "That’s not what happened! He beat my son! Check his injuries if you don’t believe me!"
The officer walked over to Huang Minhao, who was still muttering curses. "What’s wrong with you?"
Huang Minhao struggled to his feet, shaking off Fang Zhiyi’s offered hand. "My leg! My leg!" He swayed, bracing himself against the wall. "He hurt my leg!"
The officer rolled his eyes. A neighbor watching from the doorway scoffed, "You’re drunk out of your mind. That leg’s been lame for years!"
"Shut your damn mouth!" Huang Minhao hated nothing more than being reminded of his limp. He lurched forward, ready to fight.
The officer blocked him. "You think I’m not here?"
Faced with authority, Huang Minhao deflated. "N-no, I just—" He spotted Fang Zhiyi again. "He attacked me!"
Fang Zhiyi looked on the verge of tears. "Officer, I didn’t! He fell, and now he’s blaming me for his limp? This is—"
The officer cut him off. "Enough! You—go sleep it off. And you—no more trouble."
After delivering his warning, he left.
Only the Huangs and Fang Zhiyi remained in the courtyard. Huang Minhao clutched his leg, still cursing.
Fang Zhiyi walked into the house and returned with a firewood axe.
"What are you doing?!" Old Man Huang finally spoke up, his voice trembling. There was something unnerving about Fang Zhiyi today.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him, smiling, then pulled up a low stool and began sharpening the blade.
"Don’t think I’m scared of you!" Huang Minhao roared.
Fang Zhiyi kept sharpening.
"If you hit me, I’ll take it out on your sister!" Huang Minhao threatened.
Fang Zhiyi remained unhurried.
"Get the hell out of my house!"
Fang Zhiyi held up the axe, inspecting the edge. He blew on it softly, chuckled, and finally looked up, his gaze sweeping over the Huang family.
"Do you all want to die?"
The three Huangs shivered in unison. Was this kid insane?
Still smiling, Fang Zhiyi walked away, axe in hand. Only when he was out of sight did the Huangs exhale in relief.
Huang Minhao glared at his wife’s room and limped inside, intending to vent his rage on Fang Zhaodi. But his body ached all over, sapping his strength, and the alcohol clouded his mind. After a few slurred curses, he collapsed onto the bed.
When he woke up, he’d beat that bitch senseless.
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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?"
